Ennis Pawn Novels & Stories

The first thing I think to myself as his words sink in me is ‘what the fuck is he talking about’. What pawn? What revenge game? I feel the dots are staring me right in the face and I can't just seem to connect them. The confusion must be evident on my face because right now, it's Adrian that's laughing and not me anymore.

the man again sat in his place calmly and said "let it be we got a pawn to play game let's see the next move" the another bowed and went off from there by locking the door

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!”

'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.

Should further clarification be required, I am willing to respond via email for the next 48 hours. Thank you for the opportunity. Sincerely, Rosalie Bianco That was it. No explanation, no emotion, no plea. He read it again and again. Then his gaze dropped to another email Subject: Withdrawal Confirmation; Paolo Bernardi. The name irritated him. Paolo- the investor from the dinner. The one who’d spoken to Rosalie. The man Alessandro had barely tolerated at the best of times He opened it, his worst fear was confirmed. Paolo had officially withdrawn from an important Expansion project

It was remarkable how he maintained a front of normalcy. As we delved into the project, Peter casually mentioned, "So, you're the new chess prodigy? I dabble in chess myself. Not at your level, obviously, but I can manage." I returned his smile, pleasantly surprised by his knowledge. "Oh, you heard about that, huh?" Peter nodded. "They said you were last year's top division chess champion for the southern division. But I recall the champion being a girl."