Virgin Auction Mga Nobela at Kwento

“If you’re auctioned last, then a lot of those stupid billionaires will bid more since there wouldn’t be any more to choose from.” “Cool,” Ariana agreed. Juliet’s words made sense because if there were varieties, the billionaires wouldn’t want to waste all their money on one. They would also compare and contrast. The worse part, they hated virgins as such, she was already on the losing side. Most virgins were auctioned for not more than two hundred thousand because of their lack of experience.

I remember promising him to get him and myself new clothes if I earned money at the end of the month from the store where I assisted in selling clothes and other things, but here I was, yet to fulfill that promise and also about to be sold out. The auction started as the pot-bellied auctioneer dragged one of us out. "Here is a very beautiful virgin, she would assist you on nights when you are tired, see she looks so fresh and young" he moved his hands to the lady that he pulled out, he was rubbing his hands on her so fondly and she couldn't do a thing. "The price starts from 5000," the auctioneer said and almost immediately someone shouted "6000," a male voice said out loud.

She looked at Chase coldly and said, “My cousin said you’re here in Rochester for the auction tomorrow, am I right?” “That’s right,” Chase nodded and replied. According to Scarlet’s news, the Sky Spirit Flower and Centennial Blood Root would be auctioned off at this auction in Rochester. “Do you think you can attend the auction?” Kevin immediately sniggered and said, “I’ll be honest with you. You won’t be able to attend it because only those with an invitation will be able to take part in the auction.” “Invitation?” Chase frowned. Scarlet did not tell him about this.

The auctioneer said emphasizing the last word he uttered. He winked at the audience. “So gentlemen, show your resolve in capturing her wailing heart" “The starting price is 5 million dollars" “6 million" A voice that seemed to be from the front-row seat beckoned. “9 million" Another man said. “15 million" A third man said. The bidding war continued till a fat and unpleasant-looking man raised the bid; “29 million". The situation was spiraling and it left people guessing why anyone would splurge such money just to have one virgin girl.

The auctioneer yanked my head back by the hair, forced my mouth open for the crowd. “How clean is she?” a masked voice drawled from the shadows. The auctioneer grinned, teeth yellow. “Virgin. Untouched. Fresh from the southern packs. Still smells like innocence—if you beat it out of her fast enough.” A ripple of dark laughter. I squeezed my eyes shut. Please, Moon Goddess. Anyone. Anything. Just don’t let me die here. “Mmm. Ten million.” The hall went still. A different voice this time—low, amused, laced with something ancient and starving.

Aquiles spoke next to me and I realized that he meant the brunette in the red dress. "How do you know she's a virgin?" I was intrigued. My cousin let out a laugh that caught the attention of those at the neighboring tables and several men motioned for silence. "Because it's a virgin auction, that's why!” I was so intent on admiring the stunning beauty of the young woman that I paid no attention to the words of the woman who introduced the girls. How could such a lovely girl be selling her virginity in an auction? I asked myself, feeling anger take over my emotions.

Alexander retorted sharply, his gaze unwavering. David recoiled as if struck, beads of sweat forming on his brow. He quickly averted his eyes. As attendees filled the private room, Rhett rose, addressing the gathering with a smile. "Let's not dally. Our auction begins," he announced. "Each bid shall exceed the previous by no less than ten percent." The first item, a 50-year-old wild ginseng, sparked the proceedings. Though deemed precious, it served as an appetizer to the crowd. What was unexpected was that Rhett himself presided over this auction.

"While you fool around in bed with another man, you have me repair your hymen. Cheryl, you're quite something." "I... Would you believe me if I say it's all a misunderstanding?" "Do you think I would believe you, my dear Cheryl?" He spat out the words "my dear Cheryl" through gritted teeth. I could sense that my chance came and went. There was no point in struggling anymore. It was a fact that I was not a virgin. Still, I could not let him trample all over me. I pushed him away and swiftly put on a bold front. "So what if I'm not a virgin? You don't want to marry me. Well, I don't want to marry you either.

I scan the sea of faces but find no sympathy—only greed. One day.... “The in-house doctors have confirmed her virginity,” the auctioneer adds, igniting a sudden interest and probably a few more zeroes. “So, gentlemen, let’s start the bidding at five hundred thousand." “Six hundred!” "Seven hundred!” “One million!” “Five million!” The words are spoken with a calm tone that carries the weight of a thunderclap. The crowd immediately falls silent, as if they recognize the roar of their king. My eyes scan the back of the room, where shadows conceal the edges of the hall.

Though she was a virgin, she knew exactly how it was done, thanks to the various adult sites her cousin Claire frequently visited on her computer. But this was the first time she had seen a man doing it live, right in front of her. Not to mention that the man was Ram Jordan—the ridiculously handsome multi-billionaire. And God forbid, he had no idea that she was there. ‘Live… I am seeing this live?’ She whispered again, suddenly feeling like she needed to pee. Her lower abdomen felt tight, and even though she was innocent, she knew this wasn’t something that could be relieved by just going to the bathroom.