The Auction Dramione Novels & Stories

Selene smirked, casting a triumphant, mocking glance in my direction. What a nuisance! “Six hundred thousand.” Someone else called out. “Anyone else?” The auctioneer started negotiating. “Seven hundred thousand!” Damien bid again. “Now, it’s getting interesting!” The auctioneer got excited, and the bid went on. Each time, Damien would surpass the other. It seems like he really wants it for his ‘true love’. “Do you want it?” Abraham's words successfully brought my eyes to him, wide and in a daze. “You don't need to…”

His gloved hands got clammy underneath, and his heart beat rapidly at the thought of seeing Xenia again. Xenia. His beautiful omega, being demonstrated like an animal. It made his blood boil, but there was nothing he could do. It had to be endured. Only a little longer Xenia. And then, I will get you out of here. Just hold on a little longer. But as the auction continued, the bidding went on, and the girls got sold, not even once did Xenia show up, not even when the host announced the end of the auction. "What on earth?" Draco glanced at Stefanos with knitted eyebrows, watching as the guests began leaving and the girls began getting hurled inside a large cage.

Why wasn’t I born with that gift? I bet Draco is Craig’s buyer. He cannot buy from the Vampire Authority auctions. He has to go elsewhere. He is a brutal vile excuse for a vampire. I hope he doesn’t get his hands on Tatina. He must be here for whoever is at the house. The difficult sale. It had to be Draco. I cannot wait any longer I have to go get her. I get up from the table. I lay money on the table to cover my drink and turn to leave.

He grabbed Lyra’s hand and thrust it into the air. “What?!” Lyra hissed, loud enough for nearby guests to turn. Damian only gave her a reassuring smile — though inside, his soul was clawing at his own face. “Okay!” the auctioneer called out. “We have fifteen point five million. Does anyone wish to go higher?” Damian’s heart slammed so hard it felt like it wanted to leap out and slap him for being this stupid. ⸻

"Dustin, Tell me." "Do you want the good news or the bad news first," Dustin immediately answers. "Good news first," Ariadne says. F*ck knows she needs some. "I managed to set up an appointment between you and the Doctor. I'll send you the details. Don't be late. She doesn't like that," Dustin answers. "The bad news?" Ariadne asks, clenching her ass cheeks in preparation. "The Auction House is up and running again. Your threat didn't last as long as you hoped," Dustin says. "The next sale is in two days."

As soon as the auction was mentioned, Amanda became furious. Amanda angrily said, "I went to bid on the Dragon Dan Grass, but it was snatched away by a ruthless person. It was clearly only worth ten million, but someone bid it up to one billion! What a wasteful son of a...!" And that auction house was just as shady. Wasteful Benjamin: "..." "You wanted the Dragon Dan Grass for what?" He didn’t know the situation downstairs when he was upstairs. He had been in a bad mood and didn’t pay attention to them.

"Miles said you needed a bit of an audience for your wedding night..." "Get out! Cameras are monitoring every corner of this place!" I forced myself to sound calm. Kurt only got more excited. He dropped onto the mattress beside me and looked me up and down. "Playing the prude? Miles is with another woman right now." "Come on." Someone snorted. "You already whored yourself out in those skimpy photos. Don't start acting like a virgin now." "Virgin?" another jeered. "Miles put her first night up for auction. There's no way she's a virgin, or he would've never done that."

He walked away, taking a seat in the front row and crossing his long legs with the grace of a panther. Elena sat in the VIP booth, her heart hammering against her ribs. She could feel Grant staring at her from across the aisle, his face a mask of horror and longing. But it was the weight of Dante’s gaze that made her skin prickle. "The opening bid is fifty million dollars," the auctioneer announced. "Sixty," Grant shouted, his voice desperate. He needed this land. It was his only leverage left. "One hundred," Dante said, not even looking back.

A voice comes over the speakers smooth, male, practiced. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Eclipse's exclusive midnight auction. Tonight's selection is exquisite, each performer available for one private hour. Bidding starts at ten thousand dollars. Remember, what happens in Eclipse stays in Eclipse." Lot one goes first, a blonde in red lace who moves like liquid fire. Bids climb fast, fifteen, twenty, thirty. Sold for forty-two grand to a man in the front row with a Rolex that could buy a house. I watch through the curtain gap, cataloging faces. No Damien yet. My stomach tightens, not nerves, just hunger. I want him here, watching, wanting.

"Twenty million from the gentleman in the third row. Do I hear twenty-five?" I looked up then. I let the glasses slip just an inch down my nose, my eyes locking onto Davina’s. I didn't smile. I didn't nod. But I let her see the monster. I let her see the man who would burn the ocean to ash to get her back. Davina’s breath hitched. A single tear broke through her makeup, carving a path down her cheek. She knew. "Twenty million once," the auctioneer called, his hammer poised. "Twenty million twice..."