Edward Pawn Novels & Stories

"Take a look for yourself." Edward's face paled when he saw the contract, and he collapsed to the ground. He never imagined that because of his ignorant actions, the family would lose multi-millions of assets in such a desperate way. He could not accept it. He had gone from being a high and mighty young master to nothing. He asked, "Dad, is Henry really that powerful?" "What do you think?" Stanley was furious; he could see through his son's thoughts and said angrily, "You better put away your stupid thoughts, or you'll drag the Warrens down again.

Edward just turned to me with a soft smile. Jim never saw it coming—he genuinely thought Edward was some paid actor. Rowena’s eyes lit up with envy. "Ella, have you completely lost it? Hiring someone to provoke Jim? You really think people can’t tell you’re faking this?" Edward had been abroad for years. It made sense they didn’t recognize him. But if they wanted to play dumb, I wasn’t going to hold back. "You’re way off. He’s my fiancé, Edward Shaw, eldest son of the Shaw family," I said clearly.

"That's my girl. Now, let's get you looking less... engineer-y." As we walked towards the elevator, a hush fell over the office. Alexander Kane, CEO of Trident Holdings and certified corporate Adonis, strode past us, his eyes fixed on some distant point. The air is undeniably thick with his presence. "Good evening, Mr. Kane," Mary purred, her voice dripping honey. Alexander's gaze flickered to us for a millisecond. "Evening," he muttered, before disappearing into his private elevator. "God, what I wouldn't give for five minutes alone with him," Mary sighed as we waited for the regular elevator.

“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.

My breath caught in my throat. The cold mountain wind suddenly felt like ice against my skin. "My... my father?" I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. "That's impossible. My father was a low-ranking Omega guard. He died when I was five!" "That was a lie created by your stepbrother's family to hide what you truly are," General Bane said heavily, his scarred face grim under the dim canopy of the pine trees. "Your biological father was Lord Vane the original King of the Shadow Realm before the Supreme Sovereign overthrew him and locked his soul beneath the volcanic gates."

Safety would always come first. She only had a t-shirt of Damon which danced about her knee not giving away a view of her ass, but fitting perfectly. She walks down the stairs, hearing voices coming in, the housekeeper must have opened the door, she thought to herself. She walked over and just as expected, Pamela and Edward were once again on each other's throats. They could not come to terms with who was good and Pamela bullied Edward. He was a fine gentleman, with average height and a body she would have loved having if she did not get the god himself. Edward was on the highest payroll of Damon Entertainment and the highest all over the entertainment industry within the country for the bes

“My bad. My name is Edward Pierce, I'm what people will call a pirate. I come from the sea, but I'm also a merchant.” “A merchant?” Derek asks, raising a brow at him. Edward faces him, a smile on his face. “Yes, a merchant.” He says proudly. “If you don't mind, what are you trading in?” Dale asks from my side. I stare pointedly at him, waiting for his reply. “Well, you see, I'm involved in a lot of things, so long as it's profitable for me.” He gives a vague reply. “A lot of things?” I ask. “Mind telling us some of the things you're talking about.” I ask, smirking.