Edward Pawn Novels & Stories

Ferrero. Then he says calmly . “Uncle, please.” Edward is a business man and he had met various business persons. He knew quite a lot and of course, he will recognize a business tycoon in a glance. And not so many people have seen Mr. Ferrero if not his one old picture on the net and that includes Jane. Edward’s mother seems to have heard the chattering from outside and comes out. As soon as she appears, Jane takes her hand and says to her,

Edward stomped hard on the break with a horrified look, and Evelyn burst into giggles in the sharp breaking sound. "No! No no no no no..." Edward gripped the wheel with his body stiff as if he just saw a ghost, "Is she here for me? She's here to get me, isn't she?!" "She's here as accompany of your father for the grand opening of Raymond's school," Evelyn laughed so hard under the safety belt that tears came out, "and I haven't yet told her about your double identity thing... Eddie Marianus, but--" "I'm sorry!" Edward was perfectly used to giving in to Evelyn over the years, "Seven days without boring jokes, I swear! Save me, Princess Eve!"

I reminded him of our deal. “I always keep my word,” Edward retorted a little grumpily. I sat on the bed and watched as Edward got off the bed. He strode confidently toward the row of built-in wooden closets that lined one side of the wall. That sure is a lot of wardrobe space for a high school guy. Either Edward had a lot of clothes or…

"Death is but a pawn in my control. I can take him off the board here and now if you desire it." Holly swallowed. She knew who this was without even having to speak his name. It was something she knew without being told and she knew the danger of this conversation. "Why do you even want to help me?" "To take you off the board," he replied back. "I would like to forever change your fate, not just the hiccups that Dagon has managed. That is what he calls himself at this time, is it not?" he chuckled. "Pestilence was always the rebel."

Dabbing his sweat off with the towel, Zale grits dangerously. “I am so going to make him regret it!”. After blocking Edward’s car from every direction, Zale grins in contentment seeing Edward walking towards his car giving up on escaping. Stepping out of his car, Zale stands in all his glory. “Get out of my way, Zale” Edward demands. “Now, now, so eager to run away from me, Edward?” he taunts. Edward thought he hid the escaping part well but then he overlooked the fact that he is going against Zale Austin Windsor, the ruthless and the most powerful man who rules the underworld mafia of New York controlling the in and outs on his fingertips.

"Don't push it!" "What, are you going to back out on the debt?" sneered Keith before he threw his cards onto the table. By then, the smile on his face was already gone. "We've known you since you were a kid. If you don't pay up today, the entire village will know by tomorrow that Ernest Bowman is a dishonest coward who doesn't keep his word!" I bit down hard on my lip. This was never just a game. It was a setup from the very beginning.

"Don't worry. It'll come back." But his face gave him away. He was happy I lost my memory. The son of a bitch. "Someone's here to see you," Leo said, walking to the door. "Wait here." I sat there. I wanted to see what he was up to. A few minutes later, he came back with another man. Tall. Cold. Dressed in a black custom suit. His eyes could cut glass. But the second they landed on me… they softened. Dante Falcone.

"There's something you should probably know first." Edward freezes, his finger hovering over the screen. "What?" Here's the thing about Edward—he's paranoid about his money, and rightfully so. He has billions stored in various banks and shell companies around the world, all carefully hidden from authorities and business partners alike. But because he needed someone to be listed as his next of kin for legal purposes, he put me down as the beneficiary and account holder for several of his largest holdings. I pull out my phone and show him a screenshotted document.

The men moved location, and it wasn’t long before Paige came back up with one older man in tow. “Mr. Merrick,” Daniel greeted him, shaking his hand warmly. Edward waved his hand. “Call me Edward, Mr. Sanford,” he laughed. “I’m retired now and couldn't care less about silly honorifics.” “Of course, Edward,” Daniel smoothly replied. “But only if you call me Daniel.” “Deal,” Edward barked. “Is your partner not with you today?” Daniel asked. “No, he’s feeling under the weather today,” Edward said sadly. “To be honest, Daniel, I don’t know how much time I have left with him. It’s the biggest reason why I was anxious to sell.”