Edward Pawn Novels & Stories

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.”

SEBASTIAN My fingers moved deliberately across the chessboard, contemplating the next move. The pieces stood frozen, waiting for my command, but my mind was elsewhere. Lost in the labyrinth of my concerns, I barely registered Edward's voice breaking through the tension of the game. "Something is troubling you?" Edward's words pierced through the air, cutting through the fog of my thoughts. I lifted my gaze, meeting his intense eyes. Edward, my best friend, was a dangerous man—a figure wrapped in an aura of mystery and power, known for running a formidable mafia. His presence commanded both respect and caution, an enigma in the world he inhabited.

In addition to group training, Morrigan had private sessions with Barrett, Idris, and Jasira. Morrigan turned eighteen a few months prior, officially becoming a warrior of the pack, though her dream is to join the Royal Guard. Since her mate isn’t in the pack, there’s nothing she wants more than to leave with them. The Commons begins to die down as it nears ten o’clock, even though it’s still light out. As the sun begins to set, a man approaches Morrigan. “You should get to bed if you still want to come on patrols with me in the morning,” he says.

“Arnold is a greedy minister. He robs people of money for his own pleasure. I did not expect that his position was quickly replaced by Rosemarry Hugges. She's the Red Queen." “Are they actually some kind of organization?” "It might be. And all I know is that Edward was in on it. I want to destroy Edward and make him suffer before throwing him into hell." -00- Edward was pacing back and forth still in his light blue pajamas and his hair tousled because he had just been forced to wake up by the sound of his cell phone ringing. Someone told him that the auction failed. And Hunter suddenly appeared in front of his room with a somber face and arms dripping blood on the floor. All of that has real

“Can I help you?” “I’m Edward Henderson-Brown the fifth.” The man said with self-importance as he held out some papers to Pagan. “Margaret Henderson-Brown is my mother.” “I’m Pagan.” He replied with a smirk, ignoring the papers. “The first.” Edward the fifth was not impressed. “This occurred on your property.” The man slapped the papers into Pagan’s chest. He looked down and watched them flutter to the ground before propping himself against the door frame with his shoulder and crossed his arms in front of him. “And you want me to do what? Put it in my scrap book?”

I need to claim the fuck down right now. (Edward POV) I reached my place at quarter past four because I was running some errands for my mom. My mother is a doctor who owns a hospital named Rosewood Clinic, my father passed away when I was very young. I am studying science and technology so that I have different things to fall back on besides my late father has a large brunch that expands to different states and centuries. My father was successful according to my mom. So I wanted to become like him, but more ruthless and I won't work those that are lazing about. I want people that can keep up with my paste, maybe a vice president will do. But who to appoint that position? Do I also need a san

"Could I have a penny, sir?" "What?" Muttered Edward distractedly, striking a match to a packed pipe. "A penny, sir- haven't eaten all day!" "That is a lie- but it seems I will not be rid of you! There, now! Ask Mrs. J for a biscuit, you're clearly after one!" And with that he pulled three pennies from the pocket of his dressing gown, throwing them irritably at the delighted lad. Mylo scrambled about the room, plucking them from the wooden floor. It was at this moment that Professor Barland chose to enter the fray, opening the door and nearly tripping headlong over the boy as he reached for a final penny tucking itself under the ottoman.

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…

So usually he saved his breath. But this time, Grandma was involved. He couldn’t stay silent. Watching his nephew leave in anger, James’s eyes reddened. He lowered his head, removed his glasses, leaned against the table with one hand pressed to his temple, his shoulders trembling faintly. Back at the Lawrence family courtyard. Just as lunch was wrapping up, Edward arrived. Sophia quickly averted her gaze. Edward didn’t even look at her, nor did he enter the house. He slouched onto a bamboo chair in the yard, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and scooped up the little stray puppy that ran to his feet. Puffing smoke and scratching the pup lazily, he looked every bit the picture of nonchalant eas

The same one who baked bread, who wore glasses and taught physics as if he was a clueless old man. That Edward had just taken out four trained operatives. No backup. No cameras. No trails. I couldn't believe it. My fingers curled tightly around his phone. “Sir?” Came the voice on the other end. I didn’t answer. I was trying to recall everything I knew about Edward. But there was so little. I had barely looked into the man beyond knowing he was close to Albert. I had assumed Edward was some small-town distraction. Someone tender and quiet and disposable. Someone… not important.