Edward Pawn Novels & Stories

After she was finished, she signed the documents. [Angeles City. At Edwards house] Arthur was seated on the dining table. Sitting across from him was Edwards' father, Arnold Kroos's and Edward. Edward's family was a middle class family in Angeles city and they owned a small company, which was now on the verge of going bankrupt. If they didn't find 23 million dollars within a month, then their company would surely go bankrupt. And they tried everything they could, from selling everything expensive they owned, including their Villa, to asking for help from other companies, but no one helped. The reason other companies didn't help was because they were afraid of getting on the bad side of whoev

Edward warned As Edward just made that statement, Junior wanted having a pause to that but missed a step in the process and fell through the back, rolling down the staircase. Tbc...

It took a long while for him to muster his strength and continue, “My apologies, Mr. Levin. I’m just a servant of the Levin family, and I cannot disobey Master Levin’s orders.” Edward’s lips twisted into a mirthless smile and he said, “Both you and Alfred are the Levin family servants, hand-picked by Gramps to assist me. One of you is endowed with military affairs while the other is the master of the pen. I’ve to admit that Gramps is really good at picking people. He’s given me a pair of capable assistants.” Wade dared not say anything as he kept his head low and stood still. Edward laughed and put his legs on the table. “Tell me, what else did he say to you?”

Unlike what a majority thought, Ema Claw was much more than a software company. My eyes caught sight of a frail female figure advancing towards me and a gentle but wicked smile played at the corner of my lips. I looked to my watch. It was exactly 9am. Why was I not surprised? My pawn had arrived just on time. I saw her look at me with pained eyes which I shrugged off. "Take a seat" I said and I saw her bite her lips in hesitation but sit down eventually. "You look rather worn out bitch. Seems this week was a bit tough for you?

I shook my head. "No. I just want to take a break for a while." Jarrold studied me, his voice deceptively soft. "If you're tired, take a leave. A fully paid one." Of course he wouldn’t let me go easily. I was still his pawn, a tool to be used until he no longer needed me—until he could present my defeat as a wedding gift to Cindy. He had to have known about her relentless schemes. I refused to believe he was ignorant.

The next moment, the man hastily intended to get off the woman named Chloe. Edward has been known as a man who likes to change partners frequently. After all, who wouldn't want to be a dating companion of Sebastian Edwardo Martin? He's a wealthy aristocrat, the sole heir of Quantum Corporation. Whatever he does always becomes the center of attention for the general public.

He begged, “Please, wait. I understand you are suspicious—” “Well, you can tell your boss thanks for the offer, but I will do what I need to do myself.” I made to leave once more. “Edward Paxton. He is the CEO of AceHub.” My jaw dropped in disbelief. Edward Paxton? That Edward from the great Paxton lineage? I lowered myself back into the seat, deep in thought.

I didn’t understand it either, but I trusted Gavin, and I knew he had a good reason. Edward typed something on the small device he was carrying, which I assumed processed the payments. He took Levi’s black card and stuck it in the machine. For a moment, I felt Gavin’s tension; he was nervous and hiding it well. I looked up at him and saw that his expression was indifferent, despite the fact that his Adam’s apple bobbed from his swallow. After a second, Edward’s expression shifted, and he was confused. He removed the card, glanced at it, and then tried the payment again.

Mr Lucas said facing them. "Clive Owen. I play the basketball and I love music." The boy with the curly hair said, his voice wasn't that deep as I expected it to be. He walked over to the empty seat beside Justin. The class was so quiet, that even a pin drop could be heard. I guess everyone was curious about the boy in dark shade. "I am Edward Jones, but you can call me Ed. My father is about to become the richest man in the world." He said, with an ooze of confidence radiating from him. He removed the dark shade and I almost fell from my seat.

He tried to mask his unease, but the sweat trickling down his temple betrayed him. Marcus had entered a business deal with Mr. Edward, so the politician could use Marcus Lee’s company and Marcus would also fund his campaign to win elections or eliminate competitors. In return, Mr. Edward would be the pawn of Marcus Lee. "Mr. Edward," Marcus' voice cut through the laughter, "you seem worried. What's wrong, are you getting cold feet?" Edward forced a smile, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair. "No, Marcus, I’m just... a little overwhelmed by our recent developments."