The Collector Novels & Stories

Sam didn’t seem to care at all, and even urged Fenelle to hurry to the bedroom and get a toy. Fenelle glanced at me. Seeing that I still looked as clueless as ever, and taking in my muscular build, she was tempted too. She got up and went to the bedroom. I was beyond excited. The fact that Sam was going to join in made it incredibly thrilling. Before long, Fenelle came back in, holding a large toy. She held her phone and asked Sam how he wanted to proceed. Sam told her to face me and place the large toy on the floor.

"So what did you do? He definitely wouldn't bring someone here for no reason." "It's a long and shocking story. I'm still struggling to believe it happened, especially in this day and age." Elena sighed, shaking her head. "I'm being held as collateral for my ex-husband's debt." "Collateral?" "Shocking, right? Your brother is a heartless devil." "That's strange." Sara's brows drew together. "Lu doesn't take people as collateral anymore. He stopped that a long time ago." Elena froze. "What do you mean?"

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

“Tiger, the only joke here is thinking I wouldn’t claim every inch of you.” My mouth fell open, heat flooding my face. “Every inch?” He chuckled, and it sounded merciless, tilting my chin up. “Tiger, I don’t leave territories unmarked.” His teeth grazed my jaw. “Even the ones you think are off-limits.” He grinned like a criminal. “You think I’d collect a painting and stop at the frame?” My jaw dropped. “What? That doesn’t even…” He dipped his head until his lips brushed my ear, voice all gravel and sin. “I’m an art collector, Tiger. I acquire. I hang. I… explore.”

I mutter around my thumb; the coppery taste of my blood fills my mouth as I press my tongue against the small wound so the bleeding stops sooner. “An Academy gal, huh? You’re a rare one.” The collector presses something on the device and I know my location has just been sent to The Acadmey and back to my watcher. “You gals are all about serving that head guy, whats it you call him?” The collector rambles as he walks from behind the counter and pulls out a bunch of keys. It always makes me chuckle that I need to give blood to get access to the room but all he needs is a little key.

"That's actually kind of cool. Terrifying, but cool." "More than just a crime lord," Reign continues, scrolling through the information. "According to Landon's sources, The Collector doesn't just deal in artifacts. They harvest them. They find people with rare abilities or bloodlines and... extract what they want. Sometimes the person survives. Sometimes they don't." My stomach turns. "And they might want the curse fragments."

Everybody is happy and I hope this will last forever. “Any plans to retire, Raffi?” the keeper joked. That joke, however, was not plausible for the men who I beat in this competition. “No plans to retire, just beat me if you can.” I shrugged and raise the pint of beer that was given to me by the keeper. The prize is 300 gold and that alone is a motivation for me to win. I need a good amount of money to buy a new spear, arrow, and knives for hunting. “As expected from the family of Ambrose!” Everyone clapped except my cousin Rendall and some of his age and gender-like species.

However, he was also reluctant to reveal why he had come since there was a killer bargain at stake. In fact, every other collector who was coming was keen to be as secretive as they could be too. As such, the leader simply said vaguely, "We just have something to discuss." "Oh…" Trippy murmured as he eyed the doors of Treasure Measure, which was locked from the outside. Knowing that Raymond wouldn't be inside, he asked the trio, "Are you guys here to buy or sell? If you're selling, I must advise you to be careful since Mr. Cole's judgment is quite poor, and his items won't be that ideal."

Her mind was burning with questions and anger and she would not rest until Aremin gave her answers. A group of men were whispering at the other end of the room. “The collector will show up tonight aye?” One of them asked, so hairy she could barely see his face through it. “I have it on very good authority that he will. Relax, there’s hours yet.” A second man said, his eyes so tiny it looked like he was peering into your soul. “What use have you with the collector?” The third man asked, as bald as the first was hairy. “I thought you didn’t believe in superstitions.”

Instead, not only did she bolt away like she had seen a ghost instead of that bouquet of roses, but she also refused to even let me touch her. “You need to pay attention to your game, Zack. I will try to talk to the selection team if they can watch you again in the finals, but I can’t assure you anything now.” The disappointment and resignation in Coach Henry’s tone were enough to tell me that he had decided to give up on me. “I understand, Coach Henry,” I spoke with great difficulty and slowly moved my head up. “I assure you that I will do my best in the finals and will surely secure a place,” I assured him calmly.