Edward Pawn Novels & Stories

Hellion: “…” The boy then take off the bricks from the wall and a little compartment was revealed. The boy carefully went inside and took something out. Hellion saw him approaching with a piece of bread in his hand. He looked up to her as he tore the bread in half. He then held out his hand as he offer her a piece and said. “Take this bread and leave please.” Hellion who unwillingly took the bread: “…” The child grinned at her and said. “It’s really good!”

"Edward's adoptive father and adoptive mother only know how to suck blood, and Edward's eldest brother even wants to kill him, I believe that if Edward didn't have a problem with his brain, he would definitely not have anything to do with them again." "In fact, although Edward now has 20% of Martel's shares, he has left the company to work in a brokerage company under the Zone Group, and he deliberately concealed his identity with the eldest lady." "Sir." "I think most of the content in those materials is chasing after the wind and shadows, and the credibility is not high." "And recently, Edward went to pick up the eldest lady from work every day, and even ordered nutritious meals for the el

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.

“We talked, we danced, he drove me home. End of story.” “And the ‘fiancée’ claim? Marcus mentioned that detail specifically.” “A necessary exaggeration to deter Dominic,” I explained defensively. “Nothing more.” My father studied me intently. “Edward comes from good stock. Strong bloodline, excellent tactical mind. The alliance would strengthen both our packs considerably.” “So I’m still just a pawn in your territorial chess game,” I said bitterly. “Never a pawn,” he corrected sharply. “A queen. The most powerful piece on the board.”

The more Edward answered, the more they came. When Edward was finally done with the elders and Jonathan, after two long and strenuous hours, they then moved to the people on the pews. Every single person began bringing out different problems that they needed Edward to address. Some of their requests made no sense and Edward told them that in the most polite way that he could whereas others were problems that Edward didn't even know the town had. They finally reached the last row and the man sitting beside Mr Brown stood up It was the man that Edward had given his horse to, the one that he gave a silver coin, Arthur.

Anything you could get here. The swings have been broken for ages now, the only things still standing being the turntable and climbing ingloo thing. Men and women both alike, stand among the rundown park. Women wearing next to nothing and some fully clothed, there amongst all the women stands Vernon and Butter. Vernon is nothing short of a characteristic drug dealer, and Butter being a little boy whose screwed his own life over. Butter, is the name we call him but his real name is Edward, comes from a poor family. He's got the brains to be something great but he stands here, selling small weapons for a high-end gang; I'm not entirely sure which one he hardly speaks to be honest.

“I have investigated that Vincent. He was not completely unqualified. When he was at school, he helped others win a lot of lawsuits, but later he became a playboy and stopped practicing law.” Edward suddenly turned back to look at him. His eyes were dark and scary. Paul could not help but shiver. Edward had asked him to check Vincent's information before. He could guess that Edward was talking to Ellena about Vincent. He could feel that Edward did not like Vincent, that lawyer. However, with Paul's experience, Vincent's ability was not necessarily bad. Edward said expressionlessly, "Do you really admire Vincent?" "No." Paul wanted to say something, but when he saw that Edward had already clo

“But Atty. Wrenley, I was advised not to let anyone not listed—” “Then maybe you should find a new job,” Atty Wrenley pointed out flatly. “You don’t know him, but it’s about time you should. Let your head come to me if he tries to fire you.” He turned his attention back to Striker. “Is he with you?” he was referring to Reed. “Yeah. Ezekial Reed. And this is my fiancee, London Vanderford.” Atty Wrenley paused momentarily and glanced at me before returning his attention to Striker. “She’s Vanderford. And you’re engaged?”

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

What were so many kids looking for in that small, empty store? By the crowd of students waiting outside, you expected it to be a much larger store, at least as much as the two-storey grocery store near the orphanage. “Can you can see me? because I can’t see you.” A small creature jumped off the counter. He had a wrinkled face, only a few white hairs on his head, and he was wearing some tiny round glasses. A very small stone elf, smaller than other stone elves, looked at Miss Edwards angrily. Although she was only a child, she was almost twice as tall as that creature.