Edward Pawn Novels & Stories

" I would treat you like a queen." I clenched my fists. What did the Wellingtons actually take me for? A chess piece. "You underestimate me." I locked eyes with him, refusing to back down under the intensity of his gaze. "I would rather be a pawn than someone's trophy wife." I spat. His jaw ticked, and for a moment, something shifted behind his eyes. Something darker, less amused. But it was quickly masked. He grabbed my chin, tilted my face to his and sniffed me like a freaking bloodhound.

Rage. Graham bursts into the room ten minutes later. “We got something.” He throws a file on the table. “Facial recognition picked up one of the men outside the van. My name’s Patrick DeWalt. Former mercenary. Works underground security now. Last contract? A private investor named Edward King.” My blood turns to fire. Edward. One of the original men who tried to blackmail me. Ava fought to expose him before Geneva. I thought he’d vanished. He hadn’t.

Aiden paled considerably. "Good. Now tell her everything right here, right now. Tell her how you know everything and why" Aiden froze, beads of sweat appearing on his face. "Cat got your tongue, Edward?" I frowned, confused. Edward? Who the hell is Edward? "M-my real name is Edward Carson a-and- I work for Scorpion's eye organization" "W-what?!" "Go on. Tell her what you've been doing even before she decided to leave" Lee said.

I said. « Yeah !! You are pretty fun, and you can make a party hotter, » he stated. « Do I seem like I can breathe fire? Just joking. » In the end, we went to a weaponry, Edward wanted to get some friends of his. He is really acquainted with a lot of people. « Your highness, you came today, I was just about to pray to see you again because I just finished the weapon that you ordered, » said the shopkeeper. « They know who you are, that’s added, » I whispered.

There’s a set of double doors at the end of the corridor with a colorful coat of arms hanging over it, depicting a wolf and a moon. That must be where we are heading. I wonder if the man behind those doors will be cruel like the king I know. “It’s going to be okay, you know,” says Ethan softly. “The king is—” He halts. All the muscles along his jaw tighten. For a moment, he is not teasing Ethan with mischief in his eyes. He’s the Ethan who was in that dog-fighting ring—still and solid. A warrior. His biceps bulge against his sleeves.

They finally arrived in Addie's hometown. All her family met them at the apartment to help them get moved in. Edge refused to let her move off the couch. Only thing he'd let her do was give orders of what went where. The next day, Edge went to the Pawn shop to start his training with Preacher. He actually found the work interesting. He loved looking up history on some of the pawn items. He watched Preacher haggle prices with people wanting to pawn stuff.

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,

"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."

"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.

"Edward called me months ago, wanted to meet at some secluded warehouse. I knew something was off—guys like him don't usually handle their own dirty work. So I didn't go." "Smart," Gray mutters. "What did you tell him?" Gray's voice is deadly quiet. "Nothing." Pablo's grin is sharp despite his split lip. "Turns out I'm more stubborn than I look." I stare at this man—this stranger who protected my secrets at the cost of his own pain. "Why? Why didn't you just tell him what you found?" "Because," Pablo says, glancing between Gray and me, "Edward didn't want information. He already knows everything about Sarah Knight. He wanted to punish me for choosing his son over him. For refusing his origin