Weird Collector Novels & Stories

"From what I can tell, she paid for the most expensive unit. Climate controlled, anti-pest, you name it. What would you need all that storage for?" "A comic book collection. I had a client years back who kept all his comics in a space like that. Kind of sad when he died, they quickly became money that his heirs fought over, not a single one of them gave a damn about the golden age of comics." Beth tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, ignoring the sound of Lily slurping fry sauce straight from the container. At what point did materialism become an unhealthy obsession? She remembered his face, but not his name, the comic collector. He hadn't visited his comics in over a decade, wanted to

--- ### The Shadow of the Moon As we walked toward the doors, leaving the warehouse behind, I looked up at the sky one last time. The violet moon was fading, returning to its dull grey color. But as the light died, I saw something moving across its surface. A massive, black shadow. It looked like a hand reaching out to grab the Earth. "What is that?" I asked, pointing upward. The Scavenger woman didn't look up. She kept walking into the snow. "That's the **Collector**," she said. "The machines realized the power spike came from here. They’re sending a 'Maintenance Crew' to fix the leak."

"Can you tell me something normal about yourself, say what you did before this competition?" He appeared to consider his answer for a moment, then responded. "I was... a collector of rarities, an art collector. I went around different places collecting for a... personal collector." I raised my eyebrow. "Artifacts of rare collection. Sounds interesting. What kinds of artifacts were you collecting?" He leaned in, eyes now lit up. "All sorts. Ancient relics, mysterious devices, forbidden knowledge... You'd be surprised what people will pay for." A shudder ran down my back. There was something very strange about him. Intelligent, charismatic and self-assured-not quite so, though his answers alwa

Raven had a long glass telescope clutched in one hand. “It’s not a person!” Raven called out, dropping to the grass, gasping. “My machines are losing their minds. That thing in the sky—it’s a Collector. Something from a place above us. It doesn’t want to eat us. It wants to own us. Like we’re toys.” “What’s the difference?” Dante shouted. He planted his feet and shook his fist at the eye. “Get out of our sky! We’re not for sale!” The eye blinked once. The wind from that blink slammed everyone to the ground like a hurricane.

I prepared and left for work. Work went smoothly except the fact my team is to stay behind until we had a better strategy for the company’s new product, lots of presentations and meetings, but they all happened fast. I noticed a colleague, Stephen staring at me. I honestly feel like I am overthinking it. He is actually the hottest male colleague in our team, and our Assistant Team Leader. After our last meeting, I went to get coffee, and a stunning male figure came in, shutting the door and the blinds. I turned to look at him, it was Stephen our Ass. Team leader.

And they look expensive. “I don’t suppose you’ve got my Honda parked here,” I say. “Maybe I should. It does have sentimental value to me now.” Sarcasm. Surely sarcasm. I follow him down the line of immaculately kept vehicles. “So you’re a collector.” “Guess so.” “Are they all vintage?” “Yup. I prefer the look, and besides—no electronics. Nothing to hack into. They’re untrackable and untraceable.” “You really are paranoid.”

--The End-- A/N: We have reached the end of the Debt Collector. Thank you so much for reading you guys! I love you all so much <3 <3 <3. Please check out my other completed stories My boss is clueless and The Bad Boy's Problem (Nate and Amelia's story).

“Well the thing is, I’ve been at it for almost three weeks and other dealers are starting to get interested. Fuck! I couldn’t believe it was almost three weeks since we started looking for her. “That’s what we want right? We want them interested.” “Yes, but not these people. These people are dealers not collectors.” Max explained. “You need to run to the point, Max.” I told him. I was tired of the build up. “Well, collectors usually buy stuff. We want them interested. These dealers, they like to find things so they can sell. What I’m trying to say is, as of today about three of them are out looking for the wolf with the rare fur.” Max said.

He sounded confused and surprised at the same time. "They’re collectors, basically." I started, going deep into the file. "Just that they collect some very odd things." "If one of them is in Europe, then someone made a pact with one of those geezers." "That's the likely conclusion, yes." I hummed. "We still need more information though." "Got you." Instantly, he sent me coordinates to an ivory club in Monaco. I looked it up and it looked like any regular club, maybe even more desolate than the rest. "Jace, where is this?"

she said coldly and bothered. "Yes Miss Grey" she replied. I walked out and the other's were looking disappointed when they heard the news. I walked slowly behind them and rode the elevator together. I can't believe I'm just going be a damn PA to that woman. By the looks and attitude of her, I could tell she's rude, moody and cocky. Well at least I'll be busy working no time to think and cried about Alex or reminder of that night with that stranger. I think I'm going to be sick just by remembering sleeping with a stranger. What if he has STDs or anything? Yuck!!!!