Incredible Pawn Novels & Stories

But Ernest simply shrugged and said, "We were playing for high stakes, so I lost everything in one go." "Still, you can't use me to pay off your debt. I'm your wife! If you don't have the cash, can't you just use Venmo?" Keith, the man with the buzz cut who had just molested me, chimed in, "We play with cash only. We don't accept mobile payments. If you help him settle his debt, he won't have to spend a dime and can win it back later. Doesn't it sound like a good deal?"

Shaw comments. The witch just nods in thanks to the comment made by my brother, who once again, just today, caught me and Sawyer by surprise, since he is the crankiest among us. Shaw is what many call playboy, the rich, spoiled guy who has what he wants and at the time he wants, but contrary to what he makes everyone think about him, deep down me and Sawyer know he saved himself, to our mate. To our Pandora. When I think of her name, I hear foliage moving and branches being broken. We instinctively look at the forest and see Pandora emerging from it. I and my brothers ran towards her and hugged her tight.

I had a hole in my heart that hadn't been a problem until my tenth birthday. Father was at a loss what to do. With the company now facing bankruptcy, getting money for my surgery was going to be a problem. Then my father met Shane Anders in a casino, and things went from bad to worse. Asshole was a loan shark, and in order to save my life, dad had borrowed money from. He was given a document to sign, and he swore to me he had his lawyer read the document before signing it.

Josephine took the ring from him and smiled, admiring her fortune and they both started walking, heading to the pawn shop. When they got there, they met an old man who looked up at them and demanded, “How may I help you?” Josephine looked at Lucas who was facing elsewhere and she turned her head back to look at the old man. She stretched the ring to him and said, “I want to pawn this. Can you tell me how much I can get from this?” The old man took the ring from her and brought it close to his face to have a proper look at it. Josephine wondered what the man was looking for as he kept turning and staring at the ring and she said, “It is an expensive ring made by Gray’s Diamonds.”

"I'll go with you tomorrow night." "Yes, Alpha!" Richard replied, and turned to exit the room. "Richard," I said, stopping him in his tracks. "Is there a pawn shop in town?" His eyebrows raised, but he didn't question why I wanted to know– as I had known he wouldn't. "Yes, Alpha," he said. "There's a pawnshop by the dress shop on the strip downtown where the stores are located. Honestly, there are several of them around, all from the same chain."

But then something caught my eye "Blackwood, Suite Stock Dropped by 10% Amid Scandal." “What the hell?” I whispered, my heart sinking as I scrolled through the article. The details were vague, but the damage was clear—something had gone wrong. The suite’s stock had dropped overnight, apparently due to a failed acquisition. There were whispers about a shareholder caught in a pub with an underage male, and I could only think of one person who would probably have access to this news and who has the motive to pull something like this.

"Yeah, you can check it out if you want. You can even search it on the internet and see if I'm lying or not." I was dead-drop lying. I just knew that if I looked him in the eye and told him how expensive and exclusive the jewelry was, he would offer me a good price. "I see," he said as he inspected it closer. I couldn't believe it when I walked out of the pawn store with over seventy-five grand. When I did my calculations, I was five grand short of getting the passport. When I finally found a good spot, I took the cell phone that I stole and inserted my old SIM so that I could call Kathrine and get her to try and negotiate for me to get the passport with the ninety-five grand that I got.

The man behind the counter gave me a strange look when I walked in, then smiled in a way that made me feel instantly uncomfortable. “What can I do for you, sweetheart?” he asked, his eyes running over my body inappropriately. I swallowed hard and tried to keep my composure. “I need to pawn my car. How much could you give me for it?” I explained, avoiding his gaze. The man got up from his seat and walked out with me to the parking lot to inspect the car. He circled the sedan several times, shaking his head and muttering to himself. “This car is junk, you know?” he said, looking at me with a crooked smile. “I can give you three hundred dollars if you pawn it. But if you decide to sell it, I mi