The Auction Dramione Novels & Stories

“Make sure you sell her off to the highest bidder through crypto currency” “Do it tonight” “Yes boss” He collected the case and dashed off. “Everything is falling into place” The lady smiled,tossed the cigarette and walked off. The auction In a segregated place in the palace“18 year old very ripe, beautiful and juicy going for 2.3 million dollars” The auctioneer looking like a rogue who hasn't brushed his teeth for days hit the hammer in the head. “Bring your money ASAP” “2.5” someone shouted from the crowd grinning from ear to ear like he just won a lottery.

They were the most tense seconds I lived, until finally she stretched out her hand to me and without looking down I took what she gave me. Once he walked away and I had him away making sure he wouldn't turn to attack me, I looked at the tablet and the plans that were there. It was the invitation to an auction. "What is this?" Angie poked her head over my shoulder to see. "Since they couldn't use reasoning, this time we're going to tell them the whole plan from head to toe to see if they can fix what they messed up." Ryder starts to speak and I look at him while he remains behind the table. This auction will be held in the suburbs. Narcos, pimps, collectors and hunters, anyone comes here to s

Four, no five…five! The same moment the slut cheered, “I win,” Riana exclaimed loudly, “Five hundred thousand! Allan you can’t be—” “Sold!” Allan yelled from the stage. Before the auctioneer could utter a single word in protest, Allan leaped off the stage and charged toward her.

Rhonda said with a crumbled look. It's time Olive... *************** Ladies and Gentlemen. Let the bidding begin. This is Veronica Dashton. The auctioneer yelled. She walked in bold and happy. She was going to be picked. Let the bidding begin; it goes One hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Someone yelled. Three hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Another yelled. Three hundred and fifty thousand dollars going..... Veronica Dashton sold to Mr Williams. The auctioneer yelled applauding.

A man called out and I stared at him. My eyes widened as I realized he was the man I had rejected his advances a few months ago, Alpha Emmett of the Steelcrest Pride. Watching him walk up to me, I felt my head reel, and I stared at my father, silently begging him to help me. “Alright, gentlemen, the auction is about to commence. Please take your seats. Once it begins, the girls will be yours,” my father announced, cutting off the Alpha’s advance toward me. I held my breath, my heart pounding wildly as I closed my eyes. The first girl stepped forward, her fear was evident as she turned to display her dress and figure to the men seated beside my father. Their eyes lit up with desire, and I fel

“Fifteen thousand! Do I hear sixteen?” The woman who had been bidding against me shot Dino a furious look before lowering her paddle in defeat. The auctioneer’s gavel came down with a decisive bang. “Sold! Fifteen thousand from Mr. Dino Alessandro to the lady in emerald green!” The room erupted into polite applause, but all I could do was stare at Dino in shock. He didn’t look at anyone else, his gaze fixed solely on me as he offered a subtle, almost imperceptible nod.

My ex-boyfriend, Mateo, had been on the phone, talking about auctioning something. I didn't think much of it at the time. But now, it all made sense to me. He had set this up. He had sent thugs to drug me and brought me here. He was going to sell me to the highest bidder. I felt a wave of despair wash over me. “Going!” “Once, twice,” the auctioneer called out. “Sold for $750,000.” “Not yet, let's rewind a bit.”

MELISSA'S POV "Hey, it's your turn. Come on, outside." That word made nervousness, flow in my veins. Right here, my freedom was going to be gone, forever. I walked up to the stage, and stood, fiddling with my hands, and my hands were shaking. In the crowd, there were ordinary people, and Mafia Lords. Mafia Lords ruled the people, because they were feared, and they had more power, and influence. "Now, we start our bidding from 1 million dollars." The auctioneer announced.

“You don’t even want it.” I glance at the car. Pale blue. “It’s a hideous colour. I can imagine it clashing with everything.” “From the look on her face, she loves it.” I think about it, barely, then click my tongue. “Elara can have it then.” I drop out at eight. Elara wins at nine, smiling too wide, like she’s just survived something. Then the room shifts. The air tightens. Voices lower. “And now,” the auctioneer says, his voice lowering, weighted with ceremony, “our final lot of the evening.”