Ennis Pawn Novels & Stories

[Party A will be married to Party B for one year. Her heart was screaming, she’s going to be married to an old man. ‘No, this can’t be.’ "Anything, Ms. Lewis?" Mr. Tornwell said, his lips twitched unable to hold back his amused expression. "I thought it was only for a night?" She exclaimed, her face ashened as it paled greatly. "Five hundred thousand dollars is a huge amount for a night," he replied. "I suggest, read everything first." Mr Rossi sure made money from her.

Now the document spotted a new clause, plus an agreement that hadn't been there before. Instead of a twenty percent late fee should my father fail to pay up, the document now stated that all of Clearwater villa, including the name, would belong to Shane Anders should my father fail to pay on the sixteenth of February. Dad had paid Shane ten minutes past midnight. He was ten minutes past the due time and Shane took it all.

"Grandpa Fergerson, I want to ask you to give Caleb 15% of your shares in your hands." At this moment, Francis countered, speaking kindly, "Penpen, you've lost." Penny looked at the few remaining pieces on the board and nodded, "Yes, I lost." "Do you know even Caleb himself wouldn't dare ask me for those shares?" "I know." Penny lowered her eyelashes and slowly started putting the chess pieces back into the box.

She was clearly trying to give me as many details as she could, and I was grateful for it. She continued, "He told me some young lady brought it into his pawnshop. She seemed eager to get rid of it, he said. He couldn't figure out the situation because she was quite young, but she had bodyguards and a maid of some sort with her. At first, he thought maybe she'd stolen it, but then, what kind of a thief has bodyguards?" My heart was beating again. "Where is Bernie's pawnshop?" I urged. "He has several of them," she said. "But this one was on Papeno, I believe. The big island, East Papeno."

Just the soft click of the door behind her like the end of a scene in a movie you didn’t mean to watch at your age. I stood there for a long while, the spoon still in my hand, the daylight cutting harsh angles across the carpet like an interrogation lamp in a police cell. And I thought about pawns—how everyone loves to talk them down, like they’re useless. But pawns, if you play them right, can take kings off the board and end the game before anyone’s ready.

"Because in that game, I was just a pawn your father used to strike at the Shaw family while making his disobedient daughter finally give up hope. "He had you find me, trap me with love and cheap tenderness, and finally turn me into a worthless nobody who couldn't survive without you. That way, he could humiliate the Shaw family and me, and show you how fragile your so-called love really was. Too bad he miscalculated." I looked down at her from above. "He never imagined that the pawn he'd sharpened with his own hands would one day turn around and completely overturn his entire game." Tiffany collapsed to the ground. I did not spare her another glance and walked straight into the glittering b

I couldn't trust this guy as he was acting way too calm for a prisoner who wanted to be set free. After a few minutes of silence, Eric bobbed his head in agreement, "I'll do it.” My lips stretched in a wide smile, "Smart decision.” "Just one question, why do you trust me?" He asked me and I let out a grinch smile while staring at him, "I don't trust you. Just so you know, it's quite easy to take you out. You're just the pawn I want to use in this game.” Eric's lips curled up in a smirk, "When am I to get to work?"

, 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".

He could feel a monstrous wave of emotions surging in his heart because he lost the game! Zayn made a move that restricted all his possible pieces. The pawn revolted and overthrew his kingdom successfully, it was time to checkmate the opponent’s king! One should know that Paxton ruled over the chess game world for decades and he had never lost a game before. On the other hand, he had actually lost to the young man before him. “It’s your turn, Sir Ares,” said Zayn smilingly. Paxton shook his head and said, “No need for that. I’ve already lost.”