Ennis Pawn Novels & Stories

How corny and desperate did that sound? He, however, smiled at her, not an ounce of pity in his gaze but lots of sensual interest. "Well, you've met one. My name's Gavin, by the way." Before she could reply and give her own name, a second body closed in on her other side. Bailey gulped because the new stranger, glaring at her blond cowboy, appeared just as hunky. Dark-haired, he sported a tanned complexion that proved a striking combination with his dark eyes. Dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans, he appeared as hard and muscled as Gavin. Sandwiched between them, Bailey fought an urge to swoon-and touch.

He hunched over, lit another cigarette, and muttered to himself, "Gina, always so predictable." He exhaled a plume of smoke as his brain started spinning over what came next. Once Lena came back, Gina would no longer be on the board, it's high time I found a new pawn. After all, pawns were dispensable-but the king? Never. The king always stayed behind. ***

Pawn: Noun. A chess piece of the smallest size and value, that moves one square forwards along its file if unobstructed, or one square diagonally forwards when making a capture. Each player begins with eight pawns on the second rank, and can promote a pawn to become any other piece, typically a queen, if it reaches the opponent's end of the board. Once upon a time, I was a pawn in my father's game. Made moves and followed orders, but in the eyes of my father, I remained a pawn. Never to be something more. All I was good for was marrying off and producing him stronger heirs. Something to move around and sacrifice as he saw fit. Then Julian came around and made me a queen, quite literally. A p

PIETRO GIACOMETTI I watched from a distance as Peaches went through the clothing items, checking and dropping. She had been doing so for over five minutes now and she had picked absolutely nothing. Each time, her eyes would light up in delight and then she'd check the price tag and drop it quickly with a slight head shake. "Boss." Finn called. "I got the information on Dylan Donovic already and I think you will definitely be interested in this." Finn handed the tablet to me and I tore my gaze off Peaches for a second.

His voice boomed across the hall, "Let it be known: any person or corporation that continues to do business with the Mayford family will be considered acting in direct opposition to me!" The fallout was immediate. The Mayford household was thrown into panic. The next day, they came begging for Kieran's mercy, only to be told that the edict would stand unless I was willing to forgive Cindy.

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?

He then walked towards the cabin and nonchalantly grabbed the paddle as he tossed it to Hellion again. “Go, do your job.” Hellion irritatingly smack him with the paddle again. “You sick b*stard!”

" I would treat you like a queen." I clenched my fists. What did the Wellingtons actually take me for? A chess piece. "You underestimate me." I locked eyes with him, refusing to back down under the intensity of his gaze. "I would rather be a pawn than someone's trophy wife." I spat. His jaw ticked, and for a moment, something shifted behind his eyes. Something darker, less amused. But it was quickly masked. He grabbed my chin, tilted my face to his and sniffed me like a freaking bloodhound.

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

Her carefully crafted image of innocence crumbled against the weight of cultured wit and poise. Even Ethan was stunned. His eyes locked on me with shock, as though seeing me truly for the first time. The silence was broken by a laugh. An elderly man with silver hair, dignified and imposing, leaned on his cane and replied in French, his tone warm and approving: “Well said! A fine quote indeed—‘beautiful outside, rotten within.’ This lady’s insight is truly remarkable.” I recognized him. Mr. Renault, a major shareholder of a European luxury brand—and one of the most sought-after business partners of the Caldwell Group.