The Auction Dramione Novels & Stories

But still, the allure of profit and the thrill of the sale was often too much to resist. "Or it could be a special kind of healing serum that could never be mass-produced," Dylan tried joking to shake off his nervousness, only to freeze the next moment. Several emotions flitted through the Alphas' minds as they saw the last item being displayed on the large screen. "What the fuck!" they growled at the same time. "Our next item is the Blood of Selene," the auctioneer declared, and the hall erupted in disorder. "What the hell are they thinking? Trying to auction off Selene's blood?" several people questioned one after the other as they gaped at the image on the screen in shock.

Yet I was still scraping and clinging onto that remnant. I didn't know how long I had knelt there screaming out my lungs, but I was forced to accept that they were never coming back. My mouth twisted into a bitter smile. “You have to survive, Ivara. You can't step foot into that auction hall unless it's over,” I whispered, pulling my hair hard. The auction had to be tonight and if I were to do anything, it was now! I wiped my face with the back of my hands, then stood up. I stepped back a bit then ran towards the door, ramming my shoulder against it.

It held more value than any other item up for auction tonight. “Sold,” the auctioneer called. “To Mr. Raphael Delano.” I could barely process it. Raphael Delano. The name rang in my ears like an alarm bell. He was the most feared mafia boss in the city. And now... he owns me? I tried not to show how startled I was, but my hands trembled slightly as I stepped down from the stage, my eyes still on him. He gestured with a flick of his fingers—commanding and domineering.

Sabrina prompted. “It's okay. Come on, Nate? “Let's go. The four of us began to walk inside the huge mansion. There were many people dressed in gala and very elegant. There were perfectly arranged tables. Nick began to greet other businessmen, I suppose they were very powerful people. Sabrina let go of Nick's hand to meet other girls looking shallow and so on. The place was huge, there were super fine chandeliers, waiters with glasses of champagne and some sandwiches. Apparently it was a very important event. At the end was a platform with a microphone. Nate had told me that they would choose the businessman who has presented the most profits. Apparently he was something like the businessman

"What do you mean?" Damien straightened, his eyes gleaming with that sharp intelligence that always made me feel like I was ten steps behind him. "There’s an auction," he said simply. "An exclusive event hosted by a group I’ve made arrangements with. They’ll advertise the kinds of rare, one-of-a-kind items Reed can’t resist—artifacts, weapons, luxuries he’d kill to own. It’ll be an invitation-only event, and you can bet Reed won’t be able to stop himself from attending."

I did not want to hurt his feelings. "I am a trader of many things, Ms. Pamela but no, I do not dabble in human transaction, too much...how do you say it, emotional baggage," He said. Artem moved closer to Dwayne and whispered into his ear. Dwayne nodded and shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips and it got me curious. "The auction is about to start," Dwayne announced and turned back to the way we came. Even Pierre followed us. I was not interested in going back there as the woman I had met earlier was still on my mind.

"Let's wait and see. Once we confirm its origin, we'll figure out how to handle it." "That's the only thing we can do now." Aria nodded lightly. The auction was still in effect. Taking it by force would definitely compromise Farshya's image. They would never take their nation's image lightly. Instead, she pulled out her phone and discreetly snapped photos of the cauldron. "I'll send these to Madden. Maybe he can help." The auctioneer turned sideways. "Ladies and gentlemen, let the bidding begin. Given its extraordinary value, the price will start at five million Lirons!"

I looked around and everything was quite dark, and you couldn't see the people there. Despite this, I noticed that there were tables scattered all over the place, except for the stage where we were standing. The stage, unlike the rest of what seemed to be a hall, was completely lit up, highlighting us, but still the lights were diffuse. "We have four girls here willing to offer something of value in exchange for the right amount." Pamela spoke into a microphone. "So, who will give the most? " she asked, flashing a beaming smile.” She then called one of the girls and introduced her as "Spring", Mari was introduced as "Winter", the other as "Autumn" and I was "Summer". She opened the auction w

In her eyes, even Summer’s worth had a number attached to it. And her limit was two hundred million. Just as Evan was about to raise the bid again, Dora grabbed his arm. “Enough!” She had already seen it. Stella was determined to win. Forget the blue diamond. There were plenty of other items tonight. The auction was high-end. Good pieces would keep coming. The auctioneer spoke quickly, almost nervously. “Four hundred million, going once. Going twice. Going three times!” The hammer came down fast. This price had already exceeded expectations, and the tension between the two power players was palpable. If it dragged on any longer, it felt like the place might actually get torn apart.

“Do I hear eleven?” Silence. Alora didn’t say a word. She just stood there, frozen, her face pale and her hand trembling slightly at her side. The auctioneer glanced at her, waited a beat, then raised his gavel high. “Going once… going twice…” He paused dramatically. “Sold! For ten million dollars to Mr. Dorian!” The gavel came down with a loud bang, and the room erupted into murmurs and whispers. I thought it was finally over. After Dorian’s final bid of ten million dollars and the sound of the auctioneer’s gavel hitting the podium.