Edward Pawn Novels & Stories

Of course he'd remember the pig, he'd been the tallest of the group and the most abusive. Billonaire owner of Stone enterprises, ruthless and a fucking swine at heart. "Fucking Paul and his doors, you know, a fact we should have considered before sending the two fools we did. They couldn't get in before he returned, with the whole damn police department." "Cops?" Nathan asked, in that monotone voice he uses when puppetting others or commanding answers. There was a brief pause filled by nerve wrecking silence, but he sat still instead and waited for them to continue their conversation.

“You think you’re in control? You’re not. You’re just another one of his pawns.” “Maybe,” Noah said, calm. “But at least I know I’m a pawn. You still think you’re a king.” And then Noah hit him. Fast. A clean punch straight to Edward’s jaw sent him crashing back into the coffee table. He groaned, dazed. But Noah wasn’t done. He hauled Edward up by the shirt and slammed him into the wall. “Stay down,” Noah growled. “You’re lucky I don’t finish this here.” Edward coughed, blood on his teeth as he glared back.

Edward asked, getting his laptop out from his bag and fastidiously putting it onto his lap. Vincent blew smoke. "Dig deeper about Celestine Oakmont. I'm not satisfied with the information Vladimir gave me about that girl." Edward started inputting text by pressing keys on his laptop keyboard, doing his thing. He's a computer science graduate and has been working for the mafia for over a year now. Vincent trust his men but he knew that Vladimir won't be able to dig more information because he's not an expert in getting information about someone and he was certain that Edward is the right person for him to ask for help.

"As I told you, this place is moved by your father's magic. All these men are his invention." "But if he passed, they must not be here, Mr. Edward," I asserted. "He never moves from here, sunset to dawn, and he never complains about it either," explained Edward. He was a bold man, as bold as his voice. He wore an apron that barely covered his chest, paired with torn trousers and bare feet. Despite his rugged appearance, he was rather a handsome blond man with a short head of hair who wore a dog tag necklace with his name on it.

“How could you keep that secret from me?” “You would’ve told Evan. Besides, Nelson said not to tell you,” I said. Levi’s frown deepened. “It’s honor among ladies.” “Ugh, women,” Edward shook his head. “So are you going to finally pay me for months of childcare without any breaks?” “Well, you couldn’t get him to speak a full sentence,” I teased, bouncing Remus lightly. “Hey, if you wanted a prodigy, you should’ve left him with palace scholars, not some soldier from the farm. He knows all the sounds farm animals make. Consider that progress—and pay up,” Edward held out his hand.

He didn't wait for him to answer and just read the files in his hand. "Some of their past neighbors had told me about what happened the night that your wife died, Sir. They said they were robbed, but the police say they weren't since everything in the house was intact." "If it wasn't robbery, then what was the motive?" He asked, his gaze still focused on the papers. "Nobody knows. But it took me a couple of months to find out who was responsible for ruining your family's life. A man named Alexander Edwards was the mastermind of all of this mess."

Her Pov: Edward looked at the man behind me with a bored expression on his face. "You don't get to say that." " Oh yeah? So why don't you introduce me to your girlfriend?" The man behind me walked towards the table beside me. Edward stood up and walked to the guy. " Lia.. Lia brown. Soon to be Knight." The guy looked at me with a shocked expression. As Edward was introducing me I felt the need to stand up and give my hand for a hand shake but Edward grabbed my hand and took it in his hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of my palm.

I had wondered why there were so few guests and staff. "The suites are failing. We're going bankrupt. I knew you would do something to run them down, so I set things in place for the future. It's like a game of chess. Always stay ahead. The pawn we overlooked could become a queen if played properly. Arabella is our little pawn, and you better treat her right until we get what we want—her father's company. It’s sitting on trillions of dollars worth of gold underground. Mr. Robinson values his company more than the gold, so he doesn't share my vision. What I need you to do is simply: make Arabella sign all her rights and shares of her father's business to you and consent to mercy killing her f

He asked gently and fatherly. "There's this man named Stanley who came to the hospital and paid for Lucy's medical bills. I found out later that he's been asking her out, even though he knows she has a child. I think it's clear that he cares about her. Liam looked at his father, searching to know if he is following before he continued

The first thing I think to myself as his words sink in me is ‘what the fuck is he talking about’. What pawn? What revenge game? I feel the dots are staring me right in the face and I can't just seem to connect them. The confusion must be evident on my face because right now, it's Adrian that's laughing and not me anymore.