Virgin Auction Mga Nobela at Kwento

My heart was pounding, but I didn't know if it was from fear, shame, the joy of the moment of my virginity that I had just lost, or a mix of all three. The silence in the jet was heavy, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine and the clinking of ice cubes in the glass Paolo was holding. He had settled across from me, his gaze fixed on mine as if to analyze and dissect me. I felt exposed, as if his eyes could read everything I was trying to hide. Finally, he spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence. — So, Allyssa... Why? Why would a girl like you end up down there, selling herself in a sordid basement? You're young, beautiful... full of potential. And, what's more, you were a virgin.

“Today.” My stomach sank. “Vera-” “I have a project,” he cut in smoothly. “A very special one. Maison Calyrex. Private luxury line. Discretion. Power. Money.” There was a brief pause, deliberate. “They asked for you specifically.” That got my attention, no matter how loudly my instincts screamed no.

Couldn't admit that I was so desperate I was willing to sell my body to strangers just to keep breathing. "I just want to do something thrilling for once in my life," I lied, forcing lightness into my voice that I didn't feel. "I don't want to die a virgin, you know? Figured it was time to take some risks. Live a little." Cynthia laughed, "I'm so proud of you! Seriously, Eva, this is amazing. And don't worry about anything, okay? All the men who participate in the auction are thoroughly vetted. They're young, hot, rich, and clean. No weirdos. No creeps. Just successful guys looking for a good time with consenting adults. You're going to have an incredible experience, I promise."

I watched as girls, some looking no older than eighteen were led out like livestock. The buyers poked and prodded, discussing "quality" as if they were at a farmer's market. "Number 22. Amelia. Upstage!" The guards pulled me forward. As I stepped into the blinding glare of the auction lights, I heard a collective, sharp gasp from the crowd. My long hair, long and dark, flowed over the sheer white linen like a shadow on snow. The auctioneer’s voice boomed over the microphone: "OUR NO. 22. Twenty-two years. A sweet little virgin. Never even kissed. Pure as a lotus flower... and twice as rare."

"Hand over 750 grand, and I'll vanish. Refuse, and I'll haunt you every waking moment." Like father, like son, both had dollar signs for souls. I snapped my fingers, and my muscle stepped out of the shadows, disarmed Matthias, and gave him a taste of his own medicine. He did not last long before he was sprawled out, howling on the ground. I strolled up, spat on him, and made it clear, "Cross my path again, and it's another beating, guaranteed." Two months later, I tied the knot with my assistant, Wendy Gibson. We threw one hell of a bash.

another voice called out. I stepped my feet apart. My pussy lips parted slightly, already shiny with nervous wetness. I could feel their stares burning between my legs. The auctioneer stepped onto the stage beside me. He was an older man in a tuxedo, holding a microphone. “Lot number twelve. Twenty-one years old. Tight virgin cunt. Never been touched. Perfect breeding material. Bidding starts at one million dollars.” The numbers flew fast. “Two million!” “Three!” “Five million!”

And to think these were high vampires of society. "You've seen what treasure she is, folks. So let's get the ball rolling then. Bidding starts at two hundred thousand," the auctioneer called. "Two hundred thousand for this rare, beautiful virgin pet. Anyone? No one? Ah – yes, the man holding a brown jacket at the back. Who else would love to own this beautiful, dolled-up specimen of a shifter? She's the best we have tonight so don't lose out! Yes, keep them coming. Can I get a three – "

Luis who was already emotional was driving his car at high speed to get to the club, hoping that the auction had not yet started. "Good Night ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have something very interesting to auction." said the woman to alert the nightclub goers. "We will auction women who are still virgins, the highest price we will choose as winners." she continued explaining, and Reya immediately stood in front of all of them whose gazes had gone wild. "$2000!" "$5000!" "$5500!"

I bet it’ll be fun,” Maxine said. “No, never. I can’t,” I said with a strong tone. “Yes, I’m open minded person and I’m not against into premarital sex yet it doesn’t mean I’m into it. I still want be pure to my future spouse,” I added. “That’s why you’re the only virgin in this room,” Maxine said. “As if I am, aren’t you? I rebutted her. “What do you think the reason why I was dumped in the convent— you idiot,”

Just as I’m about to shush them, the brunette continues, “They’re doing a virginity auction. Apparently, some girls get thousands of dollars just to give their virginity away to some sleazeball willing to pay for it.” The redhead gasps. My heart drops into my toes. A virginity auction. Between how much time I spend helping at The Greek Corner and how much time I spend with Mama and Baba since Christos disappeared two years ago, I haven’t dated anyone since middle school, and I’m not a one-night stand type of girl. I would need a real connection to feel safe. “You’re joking, right?” the redhead asked. The brunette shook her head. “Nope. I met a girl who did it last year. It’s like an annual t