The Collector Novels & Stories

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." Naturally, Trippy wasn't aware that the trio were the ones who had driven to Aurous Hill from Eastcliff in the night. The leader was the collector, whose personal net worth was valued up to one billion. The other two were his chauffeur and the expert appraiser he had invited from Eastcliff, and they were here early to purchase the bronze sculpture first thing this morning.

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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.”

“Yes, Levi Cooper, yes!” The End but is it?

"And even if we did, I'm not sure we could just hand it over to you. There are procedures and protocols to follow." The man chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I'm not from the government, if that's what you're thinking. I'm just a... collector. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get my hands on that book." Tris felt a shiver run down her spine. There was something unsettling about this man, something that didn't quite add up. "I'm afraid we can't help you," Tris said, trying to sound firm. The man smiled again, his eyes glinting with amusement. "We'll see about that," he said, before turning and walking away.

The collector noticed the painful expression on her face and without warning, carried her off the ground in his arms and walked over to her bed where he placed her gently before she could complain. The man was not done because he made a call and in the next minute, someone came in with a small tray and inside of it was an ice pack. "Oh," Arianna realized his intention. So she stretched her hand intending to teat herself but the man simply pulled the small stool that was beside her bed and sat down before her. "What are you doing?"Arianna asked him, uncomfortable with his sudden nearness again. "Your husband would be returning home tomorrow to get a look of his

The iridescent Eye of the Collector in the sky let out a shriek of rage, its gold light turning into a series of "Warning Pixels." UNAUTHORIZED BROKER DETECTED. SECTOR 4 IS UNDER EXCLUSIVE USER CONTRACT. REMOVE THE MERCHANDOR. The Merchant didn't look up. He adjusted his silver-glass briefcase, which was etched with the logos of a thousand dead sectors. "The Collector is such a sentimentalist," the Merchant said, his voice a smooth, clinical vibration. "He thinks 'Skins' and 'Mods' are the future. He doesn't realize that the real value of a 'Genesis Variable' is the 'Raw Entropy'."

“Try me. Or I’ll make sure you regret every fucking breath you’ve ever taken.” The man flinched. “Okay, okay! The boss… he’s just a middleman. He handles the… the acquisitions. The real boss, the one who runs the show, she’s known as ‘The Collector.’ Nobody sees her. Nobody knows her name.” “Acquisitions?” Marcus scoffed, stepping closer. “What the hell are you acquiring?”

That wasn't my assumption, but hearing him say it felt like a gong was struck in my head. "Secondly, the Collectors operate differently from other organisations. We don't do interrogations and arrests like the police." He stated coldly. "No. The collectors, we hunt, we find, we steal, and we kill. It's not a dog-eat-dog world; it's a predators-eat-prey world. See, we don't just kill our enemies, Mr Richards. We feast on their flesh and bathe in their blood. Our level of brutality is second only to nature's cruel conditioning. So tell me, Mr Richards. Would you be willing to bathe in blood for the rest of your life just stand by