Incredible Pawn Novels & Stories

Soon I will be in debt and poor, which isn’t good, especially that I’m now going to be a mother. I have to find a way out of this, and the only temporary solution I can think of is to pawn my pearls and earrings for some cash. I quickly head to a pawnshop, and its owner eyes me as I lay my jewelry on the counter. "I need to sell these," I say. He picks up the pearls, turning them over in his hands, his eyes narrowing as he glances at my suitcase. "You left home?” “Y-yes, and it’s hard to find a place to stay. My credit cards have been declining, so I need cash.”

“So?” “I gamble—tight-aggressive poker player. I lost a lot of money, and I owed someone a lot of money. Seven hundred fifty thousand to a loan shark.” Well, I didn’t see that coming. I was inwardly grinning. “Then someone came to me and paid that total amount. In return, I will tell him about the latest Hover research. At first, it was just about the latest project, about Moses Braddson, his trips, something like that.” Trips?

"And you chose a public market to make your collection. Open it." He reached for the cashbox instead. Lorelai caught his wrist before he could lift it. The movement brought a sharp intake of breath from the crowd. "Do it," she said. He did. Letters of credit spilled onto the counter with coins and seal tags. Lorelai made the agents empty their pockets too. A pawnbroker's receipt. A list of stall numbers. Three contracts bearing the same promise: supplies now, surrender later. She spread them on the cobbles where every merchant could see.

"The glass breaks, the poison consumes her, and your precious Pawn dies in your arms within two minutes." I choked on a breath, a terrible burning sensation spreading from my collarbone down toward my heart. The dark purple light under my skin was glowing brighter, fighting against the gold crescent moon mark. It felt like liquid fire in my veins. "What do you want?" Kaelen demanded through gritted teeth. His heavy hands were still pressed against my bleeding chest, trying to force his own Alpha energy into my body to keep me alive. "A simple trade," Lyra said with a cold, triumphant smile. "Banish the rogue’s brother from the Northern Realm forever, execute Marcus for his attack, and name m

Or for anything else for that matter. By the time I drive into town, I’ve made up my mind. I head straight for a pawn shop I noticed once while in town. When I tell the attendant that I want to pawn my car, he gives it one look and suggests that I would get a better deal if I sold it as scrap. In the end, he agrees to loan me a hundred dollars. He insists it’s a good deal. I don’t have time to haggle further–I need to go.

Baseley blinking in surprise, he said, “Oh, actually, I think…” Alice asked, “You think the price is a bit low, right?” Alice knew that the necklace had a lot of precious stones on it. So, there was no way it was worth just 5 million. “What do you mean by that?” He asked, nodding his head. Alice said, “I know this store used to be a pawn store, so can I pawn this necklace. I only need 5 million. I will pay you back within a year.” Baseley looked at Alice, then calmly asked, “What if you can’t give me that much money in a year?”

’ I muttered a silent prayer in my heart and let out a big sigh. Finally, the cab stopped in front of Ceca’s Pawn. I paid him off and began walking toward the pawn shop. I pushed the glass door, a bell above it announcing my entrance. The pawn shop's bright lighting welcomed me, and the scent of old items wafted through the air. Behind the counter, an old man with a scruffy beard looked up from his newspaper. "Welcome to Ceca’s Pawn. How may I help you?" I hesitated, clutching the ring through my jacket pocket. "Just looking around."

Is this some joke? "No, ma'am! It's true" Patricia said excitedly at the other side of the line. "Young Master Clawson has paid off all of the store's debts. Every single penny! She repeated the words she had said earlier and just then the phone fell from Sapphire's hands. Lance did what?

"Come on, there's this new club opening tonight. Club Enigma. Very exclusive, very mysterious. I managed to snag us some tickets." I eyed her suspiciously. "How'd you manage that?" Mary's laugh tinkled like wind chimes. "Oh, you know me. I have my ways." She winked, and for a moment, I felt a flicker of... something. Unease? But it was gone as quickly as it came. "Fine," I sighed, shutting down my computer. "But I'm not staying out late. Some of us actually care about our jobs." Mary's perfectly glossed lips curved into a triumphant smile. "That's my girl. Now, let's get you looking less... engineer-y."

The next morning, I dress in silence. Black jeans, plain sweater, no makeup. I tie my hair in a knot. I slip the only valuable things I still own into a little pouch like my mother’s earrings, the thin chain my father gave me when I was sixteen, a watch Zane once clasped around my wrist on my birthday. All of it, heavy in my hand, like pieces of the life I can’t go back to. The pawnshop is in the backstreets, hidden under a flickering neon sign. Inside, the air smells of sweat and dust, metal and desperation. The man behind the counter barely looks at me before his eyes drop to the pouch. He spills the jewelry onto the glass with greedy fingers.