The Auction Dramione Novels & Stories

"That plan." I unfold the paper with my trembling hands because I already know this is going to be bad, but reading it is worse than anything I imagined. Private Supernatural Auction; Lot Transfer Agreement; Luna Beatrice of Crescent Moon Pack; Starting bid one million dollars; Auction date this Friday. "You sold me," I whisper.

“Prepare everything, Irina. When the creature is presented, I want the name of whoever supplied the blood. And the name of whoever is financing the distribution.” “I’m already one step ahead.” The bells in the hall rang softly, signaling that the auction was about to begin. And Dmitry, with eyes of ice and a soul on fire, was ready for whatever came.

I couldn’t hear her, but I could read her lips. “She’s bad luck,” she murmured to Damon. “Too weak to shift. Let them take her. It’ll clear the debt and get her out of your way.” His jaw twitched once. Then he looked back toward the stage, eyes empty of anything like protest. On the floor, the auctioneer lifted his hand. “Shall we start at ten thousand?” A paddle went up. A man with sausage fingers and a fur-lined collar sat forward, eyes gleaming. “Ten,” the auctioneer confirmed. “Do I hear fifteen?”

I glance back over to her and she’s still nonchalant, just sitting there looking at me, there’s no reaction from her whatsoever. I leave the stage and move to the side, Myra comes on stage after having changed her clothes, she nervously looks over to Stormie who is still expressionless and looking on like everyone else, Myra begins the auction, displaying the pieces, they are all bid upon and sold for millions! No one from their table bid on any of the items which is strange but I suppose someone like Simba would need to bid on things like these I guess he’d have better gifts to give to his wife.

Aspen says. "Are you sure?" Draco asks. "Yes, that is her code number," Aspen says. The two keep watching the numbers and the bidders. "No worries, either way, we will get her back to us," Draco says confidently. "How? I mean, what is plan B?" I ask. "Well, this is what I do. If someone asks me to locate their loved one, I watch the auction. Sometimes I bid, and sometimes I wait until someone else gets the prize, then I go in and steal their prize possession," Draco says.

He says as he walks off the stage, and everyone claps. “I didn't know that this was an auction and the cause is actually really good.” I tell Damon. “Yeah, it is, and sorry I forgot to tell you, I usually just send him a cheque.” He tells me and I nod my head. A woman who reminds me of Effie Trinket from The Hunger Games, because of the way she's dressed, steps onto the stage and begins the auction. Three items have been called so far and a lot of money has been made.

15,000,000 dollars was far beyond her budget. Rebecca turned to Damon in shock, not expecting him to raise his bid at the last moment. She knew it—he still had feelings for her. "Damon..." Her eyes sparkled with excitement and joy. The sadness that had nearly brought her to tears moments ago now shifted into tears of happiness. She could already feel the envious gazes of those around her. After all, no one else would spend so much money just for her. "15,000,000 dollars, going once!" the auctioneer called out, his voice brimming with excitement. He scanned the room, searching for any potential bidders.

And I knew, without a doubt, that the world was watching—watching Draco Thorne stake everything he was, every dollar, every ounce of dominance, just to make it clear: I was his. My knees threatened to buckle. I wanted to hide, but I couldn’t look away. Every tick of the auctioneer’s hammer, every gasp of the crowd, only made my heart pound harder. Draco’s lips curved into a faint, knowing smirk—and I felt it deep in my chest, the promise behind it.

My wrists and feet were tied, and I wore nothing but lingerie panties. I bowed my head as the muttering became louder. "The bidding I will offer is Lizelle Smith. The former successor of a Smith Group. However, because of the mishap that happened to her—she has been left with nothing." The auctioneer hit the gavel before he continued, "The bidding starts now!" "What calamity befell her?" After the man's question, the noise died away. "Sorry, Mr. Raymond, but I can't tell you anything about the "item" because only the person who can buy "it" will know. The contract specifies it. You can ask her if you're the lucky one who gets her."

she uttered plainly. “What about when you made me deliver drugs? I hadn’t cheated on your son then, had I?! You traffic drugs and humans too?! That’s the most—” She didn’t even look at me — just waved for them to gag me. “ She keeps spewing nonsense.Humans sell better when they’re quiet. Pity the baby’s gone — double profits wasted.” she said, turning to leave the hospital room. --- It was finally the day of the auction. “And now, we are presented with a human who looks a little unkempt right now, but with a little care from her owner, she would be as good as new,” the host’s voice rang over the speakers in what seemed like a dungeon used for illegal gambling.