Edward Pawn Novels & Stories

She really is a godsend. Entering my office, I set down my things and then sit down to look at the list. Last week, I’d ask Crystal to compile a list of all the donors backing Edward. We need to know who is supporting this monster, to know how to properly strike against him. I pause near the top of the list. Three down from the top. One of Edward’s biggest supporters is the local candy moguls, the Perens. Rachel’s family.

“Because I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep pretending that I’m okay with being used.” He was quiet for a moment, his eyes dark and unreadable as they locked onto mine. “I don’t want you to pretend,” he said finally, his tone serious. “I just... I want you to know that I see you, Cleo. Not as a pawn or a means to an end. I see you.”

He pulled out a chessboard and set it up on the small table next to my bed, sliding it between us. The sight of the chess pieces and the board made me smile involuntarily. Adrien caught the look and grinned back. "I do still owe you a game, don't I?" Adrien observed me, his moves deliberate, each a silent challenge I met eagerly. "So, James, will you ever tell me what really happened at the tryouts?" he asked, his eyes searching mine for something more profound. Caught slightly off guard, I paused, holding a bishop in my hand. "I'm just a private person, I guess," I began, setting the bishop down without making a move. "I need to know I can trust people before I let it all out, you know?"

"Hey, b*stard, who gave you the right to hit her?" a man's voice echoed. Edward clutched his chest and looked up, surprised to find that the person who had kicked him was none other than Raymond Whitfield, the heir of Chronos Limited. As a minor heir from Little Xeottect, Edward was no match for Raymond, a force to be reckoned with. Raymond strolled over to Tiana's side, casually wrapping his arm around her slender waist, and glanced at Logan.

Old Clancy Rollins was a retired Ranger and the meanest Sheriff the gang ever came across. Grabbing the reins of a nearby unattended horse, Edward leapt in to the saddle. The animal reared up, nearly throwing him off, but Edward was a good horseman, even if he was a month shy of twenty. He had been working with horses ever since he could remember. Edward controlled the frightened stallion well, and soon he was flying through the town and out of its gates. He glanced back, but no one was after him. The fate of Sheriff Clancy Rollins was probably their main concern now, and even if they had taken out most of the Gator Boys, Edward Horton Junior was going to be the most wanted man in the town o

"And Rick... oh, Rick. He’ll suffer. Watching his daughter fall into my hands, watching as I use her to destroy everything he’s built. That will be his punishment. His end." Edward stood, pacing the room as his mind worked through every detail. "First, I’ll make an entrance at the club. She’ll notice me—how could she not? Then, I’ll become a fixture in her life, the man who understands her better than anyone else. And when the time is right..." He clenched his fists. "She’ll learn the truth. She’ll know that she was just a pawn in a game far bigger than she could ever imagine." Edward stopped, his icy blue eyes narrowing.

He had help walking till he took the stand. Edward was amazed. He was assured that Mr Potter was dead, what was the old geezer doing right there, alive! Mr Potter took the sacred oath and took the stand against Edward. He revealed many of his past killings with strong evidence. Edward glared at him from a distance. He had adopted him early in life and groomed him to become what he was now, if Mr Potter could take that stand against him, the only possible explanation was that he found out about their planned revolt.

Edward's brute force nearly dragged Palmer forward. The latter had to slam his feet down to stop himself, breaking into a cold sweat. He couldn't believe it. Edward didn't even look that bulky. He was indeed tall, but he wasn't particularly built. So, how could he be this strong? As a middle-aged man with a bit of a gut, Palmer weighed a solid 180 pounds, yet he almost couldn't hold Edward back. While still gripping Edward tightly, Palmer wiped at his sweaty forehead and tried to reason with him. "Mr. Fowler, please calm down. Let's talk this through."

He walked quickly towards Becky who was still standing awkwardly barefoot. "I don't know if you're an idiot or what, but the painting that your father stole from me is so rare! Do you think Leonardo Da Vinci would come back alive to paint that Salvator Mundi again? I don't need money I already have a lot!" he hissed, his eyes were stared at Becky sharply.