Virgin Auction Novels & Stories

My heart starts pounding like crazy again, and an unpleasant chill appears inside. "Zoe," I ask, "what are they selling at auction? A car?" She gives me a condescending look and snorts: "Where did you just fall from, Ava? Look at your badge. They're selling you, you're a virgin, right?" I see a one on the badge and nod, falling into a bottomless abyss, and ask again: — How do they sell it? "Usually," Zoe lazily points her chin at the auction participants excitedly shouting out prices, "they've already reached ten. You'll get away with fifteen, you can bet your life! Hey, where are you going?"

a loud masculine voice declared sarcastically, and a man who seemed to be the auctioneer walked out to the middle of the stage. "We have here in our auction ring, an Omega, pure breed of an Alpha father, nineteen year old, mateless, and to top it all, she's a virgin!" He stated, hitting the auction hammer on the plank. A loud cheer suddenly resounded in the auction hall. The noises were made by the werewolves who cheered at the fact that Lily was tagged to be a virgin. "Let the bidding begin! The starting price is $200 thousand!" The man stamped.

What I wouldn’t give to return to my monotonous life of working as an editor for the local publishing house, spending my days looking over countless manuscripts that resemble instances just like this. My body stiffens as the announcer addresses the audience once again. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have saved the best of our auction for last.” My heart thunders in my ears, the knowledge that he is talking about me moving across my skin and sending goosebumps to appear where it touches. “We have, for your pleasure…” The man pauses for dramatic affect. “A virgin up for auction.”

He had on a white coat over a navy-blue suit, a briefcase in one hand, and a stethoscope around his neck. "Why did you call a doctor? I'm not sick." "I know that. But I want to know if you still have your hymen intact." I gulped. Why was he so adamant about knowing whether or not I was a virgin? "Why is my virginity so important?" "Because your bid will start at half a million dollars. Which is ten times more than the regular starting price and the reason for this is that the buyers believes you are a virgin," he grinned. Oh, shit! If he found out, I wasn't a virgin, he would call off the auction and then Brenda would be stuck with him forever.

Before I could offer more comforting words to her, she was yanked away by two meaty hands and pushed onto the bidding platform. Her body shivered under the blinding lights that were angled at her. The anchor announced the start of the auction, and the men began chanting big numbers. My breath hitched when the bid got fixed. The person happily announced that she was sold. Sold off. Like property. My heart beat soared, expecting to see her again but she was taken down through the other end of the platform. Guess I won’t ever see her again. When the roar of the crowd lulled down an announcement was made which caused the audience to go wild again. The announcement made was a bit unclear, but I m

Riley's POV The charity auction was in full swing when Victoria made her move. She'd been circling us all evening like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to strike. "Ladies and gentlemen," the auctioneer announced, "our next item is a week at the Graham Estate in the Hamptons, generously donated by Brett Graham himself." The crowd murmured with interest. The Graham Estate was legendary—two hundred acres of pristine beachfront property that had never been photographed for magazines. "Bidding starts at fifty thousand."

Then he blew, slowly, as if he was about to tell me something important. "Tomorrow ... it's the big day. »» Her voice was serious, calm. Too calm. "Maybe not for you ... But for me, it is. »» I frowns. My heart begins to bang stronger. He continues, his eyes planted in mine, serious, almost solemn. "Marrying a virgin woman is a custom that I must respect. It's sacred. In my opinion. For my business. For everything I represent. I hope you understand it. »»

Xavier said without taking his eyes off the stage. Godvric cleared his throat to hide his embarrassment.. "But-" "No buts I'll set up for a few blind dates, you should pick a wife at the end of it..." Xavier was literally acting like a father and Godvric felt touched by his kindness... "Thank you Boss.." He gulped down all of his drink and kept his eyes on the stage... "The auction is about to start..." Xavier ignored him and took out his phone and handed it over to Godvric. "As expected the bidding has started on the dark web.." Godvric mumbled and kept track of all the bidders...

He shouted and I sighed, wanting to not be handcuffed to such an uncomfortable chair. "Fine! I'm a fucking virgin. You happy?" I told him, looking down at the floor. Why was virginity so important to these people anyway? I wasn’t a slut who slept with every guy I knew just to feel good or whatever. I actually had some self-respect. I wasn’t about to wait until I was married, but I was just waiting for someone I actually loved to take it from me. "Ok, was that so hard?" I didn't reply. "Whatever. That's everything for now. What's going to happen next is that I'm going to take you next door where you will be dressed appropriately for the auction-"

She didn't plan for this, and just like her colleague said, she had no other way to save her dying brother except from this. Her colleague's voice from two nights before still echoes in Mariah's head. “You know there’s a website where you can sell your virginity?, I read this article—one girl made more than million dollars. Can you believe that? For one night.” She’d laughed while Mariah was up doing her morning shift. Though she is Mariah's colleague at work, They were nothing close and Mariah was very sure that her colleague would be out there somewhere laughing her ass out at her.