Ennis Pawn Novels & Stories

The two have gone for hours in training before, but trying something new leads to an easy victory for Innik, with Ander on the ground in less than thirty seconds. Innik is proudly hailed the best male warrior in today’s tournament, and he helps Ander to his feet, patting his back. It’s clear in Ander’s posture that he’s upset with himself for his error, and if anyone were to follow his eyes, they’d see Oskar standing in the edge of the clearing, staring disapproving daggers at his nephew. Morrigan’s heart begins to race as she stands for her own fight, noticing Oskar’s presence.

I waited ten long minutes, heart hammering, before I walked to the side door and quietly let myself in. The garage was dimly lit by a single hanging bulb. The poker table was already set up, cards and chips scattered around. Four men total, including Daddy and Jake. Cigar smoke hung in the air. Everyone looked up when I stepped inside. "Hey, baby girl," Daddy said with an easy grin. "Everything okay?" "Just bored," I replied, twirling a strand of hair around my finger as I leaned against the workbench, letting the dress ride up my thighs. "Mind if I hang out for a bit?"

I picked up the black queen, slipped it into my blazer pocket, and followed Daniel down the wide mahogany staircase. The main hall was alive with the ambient chatter of the afternoon youth group. Marcus was at the center table, demonstrating a classical pawn structure on a demonstration board to five middle-school players. But in the far corner, tucked beneath the portrait of Jose Raul Capablanca, sat an elderly gentleman.

If word got out online, the one truly humiliated would be him. Zach was a businessman, after all. When it came down to it, what was a fiancée compared to his reputation? Colton Maurus, my childhood friend, had grown up with me. On the night of my engagement to Zach, he had clung to the statue at my front gate, crying until dawn.

"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.

The virtual avatar responded, "Don’t worry, miss. This pawnshop accepts one-sided love too." "We’ve detected that your love meets our pawning standards." "Would you like to proceed with pawning your love?" As soon as the words left its mouth, a pop-up appeared on the screen. "Please confirm whether you wish to pawn your love." At the bottom of the window were two options laid out: "Confirm" and "I’ll Think About It". I pursed my lips. Since I couldn’t do it myself, I decided to let the Love Pawnshop handle it for me.

I can’t see what it is at first, but I do see the guy’s breathing pick up the second Kade picks it up. “Please,” the guy stammers. “Please, Kade, man, don’t—” Kade hums, turning slightly now, and I finally see what he’s holding. A few thin wooden spikes. It’s almost like a sharpened toothpick, but it’s not just wood. There’s something slick covering the surface, something that glistens under the dim light. Kade tilts his head, his voice still maddeningly calm. “Did you know,” he muses, “that having something shoved under your nail is one of the most painful experiences a person can feel?”

For Gertrude Ferdson, it was just another seemingly normal calm night, sitting on her home office desk and going through her notes for the following class; only she couldn't concentrate with the thoughts of her missing stepdaughter in mind. Sonny had missing for days and not only her but another one of her students had disappeared too. Garvin Maurice had missing too and his uncle, one of hers and Paul's closest friend, had been found dead in his mansion. Apparently he choked on Hennessey. But that was not the feeling that bothered her the most. It was unshakable. Like something bad was bound to happen no matter what. And she knew all these came from the fact that she and her husband had been

said James Miller, looking down at Becky. "Hey pawn slave!" he shouted once more because Becky didn't answer. "You talking to me?" she looked up in surprise. James Miller snorted, he pushed Paul's shoe towards her with his foot. "Put this on!" he snapped. Becky looked up, surprised, not expecting someone like James Miller to do such a thing to her. James Miller crouched down, he brought his face closer to her and whispered, "I didn't tell you to wear those shoes because I care, but I did it because I don't want you to dirty my expensive car with your dirty feet..."

"What game are you playing now?" Rena's gaze briefly shifted to him before returning to mine. "It's not a game. It is the truth. I paused, my fingertips hanging above the box. Something inside me urged me to open it, but another part was keen to toss it away. "Don't," Eric exhorted, his tone tough. Worse luck, it was too late. My fingers brushed over the box, and the moment I touched it, a strong rush of energy went through me, sending me to my knees.