Ennis Pawn Novels & Stories

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?”

“Lexi’s real mother.” That name was a dagger, sharp and unexpected. “Go on.” Pierre looked down at his hands, his voice trembling as he continued. “I… I had a son, before Kayla. His name was Samuel. He was my world.” He paused, his voice breaking. “But he was sick. Leukemia. We couldn’t afford the treatment.” His words hung in the air, heavy with emotion. I said nothing, letting him continue.

Craig said, As Craig and Mary continued their conversation, they were oblivious to the unfolding drama outside the gym. Unknowingly to them, the infamous gangster kingpin, Jackson, had his sights set on entering the gym house. His reputation preceded him, and the gym's security systems had already flagged him as a dangerous individual, Jackson approached the entrance confidently, unaware that his presence had already been detected by the gym's advanced computer system. A robotic voice boomed from the speakers, "Access denied. Entry not permitted. Please vacate the premises."

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

, I chuckled nervously. Please open up and swallow me now, I begged the earth. "Do you know why you're here, Miss Carmichael?" Mr. Drebeille finally spoke. I shook my head rapidly in response, "Did I tell you, you have such lovely skin today Mr. Drebeille" "New soap?" "Yes", the burly man indulged me as he leaned back into his chair, the old stud creaking in the process. "It's called the soap of retaining my job".

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.

“My wife used to love paintings even though she couldn’t paint.” Oh, Pa. I couldn’t hold back as I pushed the door open and let my appearance be known. “Paaaa,” I drawled. His eyes widened in shock and he shut his eyes for a second. Leaning back on his bed, he said. “Look who finally came to see me.”

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.

Russo asked, pointing at the stuffed purple panda inside. I nodded, determined. “Yes.” “Isn't that a little weird? A purple panda?” He smirked. “Well, let me try.” I scoffed. “Please, move, you’re not winning this.” “Wanna bet?” I crossed my arms, challenging. “Go ahead.” He cracked his knuckles dramatically before gripping the joystick, his tongue poking out slightly as he maneuvered the claw. I watched, skeptical, until— The claw gripped the panda. Lifted it. Dropped it into the prize chute.