The Auction Dramione Novels & Stories

Her hand starts to move— A warm, unyielding hand closes around her wrist, pinning it gently but firmly to the armrest. “Don’t,” a low voice murmurs by her ear. “Unless you want to leave here in pieces.” Damian Kade stands beside her row, close enough that she can see the cool edge in his storm-grey eyes. “Sold!” the auctioneer’s voice cuts through, gavel slamming. “To Seat A05.” Polite applause ripples through the room like tiny knives. On the screen, 25,000,000 freezes beside an anonymized code she knows belongs to him.

“Mr. Lee, hurry up. Don’t tell me you are trying to back away from the deal. The news is out. If you can’t pay for it and decide to walk away, it will stain your reputation.” Dakota continued to chuckle. “Kaze, what are we going to do now?” Darcy looked pale. Kaze tapped on her shoulder and then looked at Eddie, asking, “Who said the price is in Uleania dollars?” “I said it.” Another voice came from behind. A tall young man in casual clothes came over, followed by another group of people. As he came closer, he casually said, “The auction is held by Rove and of course I can determine what currency that we deal in. If I said it’s Uleania dollars, then it is Uleania dollars.”

Gold chandeliers lit the room with warm firelight, velvet drapes covered the walls, and a string quartet was playing some haunting classical piece. The auditorium was packed with the biggest individuals you would ever see. The most powerful wolves in the world were all under one roof, each one hoping to marry into the Bloodhound dynasty. The idea made me want to laugh, these people were throwing their daughters at Dominic like offerings to a god. “An auction concealed under the guise of a gala. How poetic.” I needed a drink. I made my way to the bar, ignoring the lingering gazes of those around me, taking me apart with their eyes.

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.

She stumbles onto the stage, her eyes glazed from drugs. The bidding is fast and brutal. She sells for eight thousand dollars. The second girl goes for twelve thousand. Then they call my number. "Number thirteen!" the auctioneer shouts. "Fresh rejection. Omega. Perfect for breeding or personal use." Rough hands shove me forward. I stumble onto the stage, the harsh lights blinding after the darkness of the holding room. I can feel their eyes on me. Dozens of hungry, cruel gazes traveling over my half-naked body.

"Ms. Remington, Mr. Reed asked me to give this to you. He said that once you see it, you'll forgive him." Confused, I took the tablet and turned it on. A live stream appeared on the screen, and the setting was hauntingly familiar. It was the same auction house where I had been held. Only this time, the person in the iron cage was Caroline. Soon, a bidder raised their paddle and called for her to be brought on stage. Terror filled her eyes as she was strapped to the iron frame. Everything I had endured was being reenacted on her body. Finally, Caroline was dragged away and thrown to a group of filthy vagrants. The room was filled with the sound of her chilling screams.

I walked like I owned the whole stage, a supermodel like what our Manager told us to do if we really want to market ourselves. And I can hear claps from the audience, it’s working. But while doing this auction, the nervousness in my chest still didn't disappear. I know how hard it will be after tonight. “Six million!” another guy offered. "Wow, six million! That's a lot. And it seems that no one can defeat six million. We are going to close the deal—" “Fifty million dollars.”

I still couldn't shrug off the feeling when I woke up in a dark room, filled with masked men, whose eyes were moving on my body, vying for their chance to own me. I protested and fought but nothing was of use because my hands and legs were tied tightly to the chair and my pleas went to dead ears while I was being auctioned like an object. One million, two million, three million, the price of bidding are still echoing in my head and my final price was fifty million dollars. No one dare to outbid it as if the bid came from the Mafia Lord himself whom no one could defy. I didn't have any idea where they were taking me because my eyes were blindfolded until now, engulfing me in the world of dark

Yvonne had always made excuses for Marcus, but now, she knew that he simply didn't care for her. "I would like to thank the Cunningham Group for sponsoring tonight's auction. Now, let us begin," the auctioneer announced. Rachel was hanging off Marcus' arm as they took their seats. The first item was a gold bracelet carved with intricate patterns. Yvonne watched as Rachel whispered something to Marcus. He raised his paddle, raising the price from 100,000 dollars to a million dollars.

She had her hands wrapped protectively around her stomach. "If there is anyone who still wants to bid and increase the price placed on Kyra should raise their hands," The auctioner’s voice rang out firmly, breaking the murmurs and bringing everyone's attention back to Kyra and the task at hand. Someone screamed twenty thousand dollars. This caused Anton to cock his head to the side as he took another long sip of his drink. "Hundred thousand dollars," he said easily. Gasps shot around the whole reception but even after five solid minutes, no one said anything or tried to increase the price again.