The Auction Dramione Novels & Stories

I don’t even know how to feel now. I catch Naomi across the hall. She’s standing beside her father, Don Carlo. She sees me and winks. This bitch is everywhere. Dante appears from behind us. “Time to take our seats,” he says. “Auction’s starting.” We head to our table, eyes tracking us, voices dipping into murmurs the second we pass. We really are the hot news here. The auction starts.

"Dr. Lloyd, just place the next bid. I'll back you with every penny I have—we'll fight that idiot to the end." Francesca nodded furiously. "Take mine too! Whatever it takes!" Andrew smiled. "Don't worry about it. He's just a clown. I can handle this." Without hesitation, he called out a new bid. "13.5 million!" Elsie's legs felt weak as she processed the staggering number. Neither she nor the auction house had ever anticipated such a jaw-dropping price. The Celestial Nymphaea was stealing the spotlight—even more than the evening's final showcase item.

Aurora looked at Renata and spewed poison, “You are against auction ring. Then see what I will do to your sister in the auction ring. I will sell her again and again to different people for one night each. She will be branded odal over and over again till we run out of the skin to brand her. I will turn your sister into a whore, a prostitute. She will live to pleasure men and women. Your sister will beg for death, but I will not allow her to die. She will be my whore, she will be the supreme Odal.” “What… what are you talking about? You are my mother, why are you doing this? You loved me. Dad! What is this? What is the auction ring? Dad, please help me, please help mom. Fanasi! Help me,” Yek

Her smile returned. "Seven?" I asked in confusion. "Your number on the stage." She flattened her lips. "Last time they demanded girls to walk naked." She giggled. My jaw dropped open in shock and she quickly started painting a deep red color on my lips. "You are the only one with clothes there. They won't be on your body at the end of the auction." She pointed at the dress with her index finger. I was too shell-shocked to do much about it. I wasn't alone here. An auction stage? All of us were about to be sold off to someone? Naked! What are they gonna do to us?

The year my sister turned fifteen, my father, Grant Davis, became obsessed with holding auctions at home. Everything in the house, from a plate of meat to a turn with the washing machine, from school lunch money to after-school activity fees, had to be won by bidding with family credits. I worked odd jobs until I dropped, sleeping only three hours a night, and finally saved up a thick stack of family credits, the paper soft and warped from my sweat. All Melody had to do was sit on the couch and shed a few tears, and my father would stuff fistfuls of credits into her arms. "Girls deserve to be spoiled. Can't have Melody feeling left out." That day, the item up for auction was an old necklace

"Let it go." --- _DAY 757: THE AUCTION_ 8:00 PM. Auction started. Host: "Lot 1. Painting by Mrs. Ava Cole. `THE DANCE IN SNOW`" On screen, that photo. Damian and Ava in the snow. Bidding started. 1 Million. 2 Million. 5 Million. Victor raised his hand. "10 Million." The hall went silent. Damian looked at Ava. Ava nodded. Host: "10 Million.

He wanted to take something from Kael. Kael’s jaw tightened, his fists clenched at his sides. For a heartbeat, silence hung heavy, broken only by my uneven breaths. Then Kael spoke, his voice low, lethal. “Five hundred.” The hall went still. The number was obscene, enough to buy entire estates. No one would go higher. Not even Darius. The auctioneer’s hands shook as he slammed the gavel down. “Sold. To Alpha Kael Draem.” The chains around my wrists were unclasped.

She didn't know for how long she waited there for him before she pulled to her feet and scurried out of the room. Fiona was hesitant at first but she just had to get to the end of the hall where his study was. If she could get there she'll be safe. He might not return to his room like every other night but she couldn't wait anymore. Adrian has been asking her for Draco's stuff for the auction. The auction will be held online among the elites to avoid getting caught by Draco. The passes were already sold out and the irony. The things which were supposed to be auctioned weren't acquired by her yet.

Inside, the party was on. Thirty people—gold and black masks, silk clothes, shiny skin. Center stage: metal frame with black cloth, red ribbon like a snake. Damian stood near in white clothes, silver hair bright, tablet in hand. Seraphina sat on a long chair, gold chain on neck, legs crossed, watching like a boss. The auction was on—a huge screen: LOT 7 – GHOST STAR: RECLAIMED Start bid: $2M They were selling me. Again. I went to the computer room—open, too confident. R’s tool was there: small device under a shelf, light green. I put in the camera’s card—full of new video: victim stories, meeting talks, Damian’s voice bragging. I changed the auction show.

"Going once, going twice..." The auctioneer paused, glancing around to see if anybody could match Denzel Montgomery's bid. When he found no one, he called out, "Sold to the Lycan king!" He banged his gavel against the sound block. Cinnia clapped along with the others as Denzel set down his number plate. Much of the night had been like that. Pieces of art were brought out and purchased by those who bid the highest, then they would choose the charity organization where they wanted the proceeds to go.