The Auction Dramione Novels & Stories

I looked back at the door where we just came in and noticed two men standing by it with their eyes fixed on me. "Aren't you coming?" Sophia spun around with a cunning smile. I clenched my fist in defeat, dragging my feet on the ground. I followed her to the stage, and she locked me in the cell with a wide grin on her face before standing on the sidelines. "Let the Auction begin!" the man at the stage shouted. "Looks like today we have an outstanding beauty —one like no other. This will be quite the bid. I am getting excited already." "Five hundred and fifty thousand dollars!" A man shouted among the crowd.

The auctioneer said making my blood run cold at the reality which had dawned on me. “We will be starting at 5 million dollars.” He announced. “6 million.” “10 million.” “15 million dollars.” “20 million dollars” the last voice called out making me shiver at what I was going to be doing for someone who was willing to pay 20 million dollars on me. “Anyone want to bid higher? Going for 20 million dollars?” The auctioneer asked while his desperate eyes searched the audience hoping they would bid more than that, but I don't think it's been heard in history that a mafia lord paid more than 20 million dollars in an auction party.

She wouldn’t drag Selena into unnecessary trouble. Luna also noticed the scene, and catching the faint shadow in Autumn’s expression, her lips curled. She knew relying on men never lasted—but this fast? Discarded already? She and Jasmine shared the same thought: Autumn’s ruin was close at hand. Selena was about to speak when the host stepped forward and announced the auction was about to begin. The first item up for auction was a famous old painting, starting at two hundred thousand. Autumn gave it a glance and lost interest immediately.

I then turned and saw another man in a tuxedo standing behind a podium, his face also covered. Slowly, it began to hit me. Before the drug addled my mind completely, I realized what this was: an auction. But not the kind of auction that Alaric, the girls, and I were supposed to attend. This one was far darker. “Our next offering, ladies and gentlemen,” the auctioneer boomed, gesturing to me as the other man shoved me forward. “A premium slave. Highly obedient. Highly recommended by… a

I observe, taking in the maps, the photographs, the detailed notes. "I spent twenty-two years bound to Melvanie. I know how she operates, where she goes, who she uses. I’ve been building this for three days. It’s not much, but it’s something." She gestures to the maps. "The auction is here, in an old church converted to a private club. High security, invitation only, strictly supernatural clientele." "How do we get in?" "I have invitations." She pulls out a case filled with what looks like various currencies, both ordinary and magical. "The auction accepts everything from euros to dragon scales. For the bidding, I was hoping you could cover us. We’ll need enough to bid on anything Sonya migh

The club and Trista raked in money hand over fist with every move I made up the ladder, and I grew a little closer to the top echelons of society. Tomorrow, the Wallber family's soon-to-be alpha and their most prominent playboy, Matt Wallber, would be at the club looking to buy Seven Days of Heaven with one of Larry's girls. Getting him to pick me was the first step to ruining him and his pack. I had been researching him since I found out about Warhammer, and come up with the plan. All I had to do was see it through. “Cherry,” the auction manager called, carrying his pad and pen. “Your opening bid? I think you should start at twenty grand.”

I didn't answer him and just held his gaze. He liked doing this. The Godfather's smile grew. “I look forward to our next conversation, Dermos.” He turned around and tapped his aid stick against the floor. “Time for the auction!” I frowned. Auction? || Ariel's POV I stood frozen, my eyes scanning the room as the secret auction began. Girls, barely clothed, stood on stage, their wrists and ankles chained in heavy metals. I gazed at Dermos, who seemed perplexed just like me, though he did his best to mask his look of disgust, so I faced front and forced my protest down.

My heart pounds in my chest. What if she's right? What if we choose wrong? "Five seconds," the auctioneer says. "Damon?" Mom looks at me, her eyes wide with panic. "What do we do?" I don't know. I just don't know. "Time's up," the auctioneer declares. "All bids for Vial A, raise your paddles." "50 million," someone yells. "70 million," another follows. "500 million!" Everyone gasps and instantly turn toward the new voice.

"Next time, do not act on your own without telling me." I glared at him in tears, my legs squeezing and rubbing together. This was so cruel. And Dorian had just taken a seat across from us and said, "The auction is about to begin." Asher nodded, his arm firmly around my waist. "Place the highest bid." "Understood, Alpha." The music swelled, and a spotlight illuminated that high stage. A host stepped into the spotlight, announcing the start of the auction with enthusiasm. I didn’t want to describe what happened next.

Everyone was waiting for her to continue bidding. The auctioneer was also staring at Maisie. She slowly placed her bidding paddle down, showing no intention to continue. The auctioneer raised the hammer and exclaimed, "20 billion dollars, going thrice … Sold! The Dragon Amphora goes to Ms. Evans! Congratulations, Ms. Evans!" Judy bit her tightly held lips, sensing a taste of blood in her mouth. She took two steps back and fell back into her seat. She was stiffened and unable to even blink her eyes. Maisie sneered.