Incredible Pawn Novels & Stories

But you and I both know the truth, right? "What truth?" I spit, gripping the dagger tighter. "That you're still just a pawn." His sneer widened, and his dark eyes glowed. "A stubborn, self-righteous pawn who believes she is superior. But pawns cannot win, Kyara. They are sacrificed. My heart was filled with indignation, while his words stung harder than I wanted to acknowledge. "And yet, here I stand. Tell me, Victor, if I am so unimportant, why do you continually attempt to break me?

Alisha retorted, halting him midway in his talks. He frowned. "At least let me finish before you start your gibberish." She hissed. He smiled. "The Pawn has two purpose," he started. "As a sacrificial lamb and the other, is to transform into a powerful piece." He sneered as he approached her. Gripping her wrist tightly to the chair's arm so that she found it hard to wrestle. His warms breaths swarm towards her and his endearing yet dangerous eyes caused fear to set within her. Her breaths started to shoot out fast and short while she turned her face away from his. Unable to accommodate his dominating aura. "What do you want?" She fearfully inquired. "Money?"

But, I'm determined to get that locket back and present it to my parents for their anniversary. “Here, it’s down here.” A staircase leads down to a door that has a sign on it reading 'New To You-24 Hour Pawn Shop'. We open the door and I am instantly overwhelmed with the smell of cigarettes. The further we make our way into the shop the stronger the smell gets until we discover the source. A man with slicked-back blonde hair and an unruly mustache leans over the counter and just stares at us with a cigar hanging from his mouth. “Can I help you little pretties with somethin’?” He asks and Sammi grabs my hand and squeezes it hard.

I saved it. Valentina Reyes The pawn shop on 8th Avenue smelled like old metal and desperation.The guy behind the counter in his fifties, balding, gold chains around his neck looked me up and down like I was the merchandise.“Nice dress,” he said. “What you got?”I laid out the haul ,two dresses, the heels, the perfume bottle, the necklace I’d bought earlier. No emerald dress. That one stayed on me.He picked through it like he was doing me a favor.“$1,200,” he said.I laughed short, sharp. “Try again. The lingerie set alone is worth $800 new. You know it.”He squinted. “$1,600. Final.”“$2,200. Cash. Now.”He stared at me. Then at the black card I’d flashed when I walked in.“Card’s hot?” he asked

[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.

He then continued, "and from the ID found in the bag, we can tell that he is the owner of this pawn shop. He makes this shop his home, as well as his place of business." Hendrick patted Peter on the shoulder, he looked at his partner proudly. "You've learned a lot. You'll be ready for our journey in the field." "So, he's the owner of this pawn shop." Nicholas looked at Peter, then asked, "Is this shop popular and making a lot of money?"

I should be content. But I am not. ‘My mother’s necklace…I can’t get it back.’ I acknowledge with no small amount of grief. The thought tears at my heart. I had been so sure I found the right answer when I pawned it. That I could have my cake and eat it too. I had been arrogant…wrong. My check for this job came through this morning. I was so excited. I hurried to the pawn shop as fast as I could without piping Lionel’s curiosity. But when I got there, I was met with unwelcome news. News that dampened my spirits. I was too late to redeem it.

Aurora’s POV “I’m sorry. Any moonstone ring we had, we’ve sold long ago. Moonstone items are the fastest selling pieces,” the man at the pawn shop says with a slight frown. Glancing down at the text my mom sent after I left the hospital, I show it to the man.

I needed cash, and the only valuable possession I had was the jewelry that Aaron had bought me. I had hastily grabbed two boxes from home containing my jewelry and I pulled up in front of the pawnshop, my baby's tiny form still cradled in my arms. I locked the car, kissed his feverish forehead, and whispered reassurances to him before dashing inside the shop. The musty scent of old belongings surrounded me as I approached the counter. A stout, balding man behind the counter looked at me with a disinterested expression. I fumbled with my words, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. "I... I need to pawn my jewelry. I need money for my baby's treatment."