Novel & Cerita Incredible Pawn

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.

"Madam, are you okay? You can't move! Remember you have a baby!" "..." Gladyce caressed her abdomen. No matter how anxious she was, there was nothing she could do. She didn't even know what would happen on her and Simon in the future. Now she lost his medal! Why was everything in bad luck? She had been working so hard. When could she see the dawn that belonged to her? ... Jacqueline's mother took the pendant and went to a pawn shop. This pawn shop was owned by the Handerson Family. Because the pendant was really expensive, the counter brought it to the expert at the back.

Jane needed a token of royal pardon to ensure that if the truth ever came to light in the future, the king would not hold Kennedy accountable. She also knew that to obtain this token of royal pardon, she had to achieve great merit. "You don't have to give it to me now," she said. "If you ever encounter a problem you can't resolve, come find me at Safe Haven Pawnshop. Just ask for Henry." With that, she placed a silver coin on the table, picked up the longsword leaning against the chair, and left without a word.

I drove toward the check cashing place, running the numbers until they blurred. Traffic dragged. Red lights stretched. When I got to the counter, I slid the check under the glass. After fees, I got one hundred fifty two. I added it again. Still short. I sat in the car. The bracelet came to mind without effort. I turned toward Fourth Street and parked in front of the pawn shop. The bell rang when I walked in. I set the bracelet on the counter. “Four hundred,” the man said. “It is worth more.” He shrugged.

I stated and Kyle smirked as he reached into his briefcase and brought out another file. “Thought you might say that. I got records on her direct account as well, and it seems she received money wired into her account from this particular creditor. I traced it down to a jewelry pawn shop.” Kyle stated as he handed me the file and I went through the documents. A pawn shop? Has she been selling off her things for money? “There has to be an explanation for this.” I said with a frown as I gathered the documents together. “What are you going to do?” Kyle asked with a raised brow.

I left her while she's still so angry with me. "Tell us the truth, miss. You wouldn't like it if Mr. Evans gets furious. You'd lose everything you have," I heard Wayne added. "I-I'm sorry. I-It was the owner of the pawnshop, who ordered me to bring the ring in an auction. He offered the lady a huge amount of money for the ring, but the lady doesn't want to sell it," she confessed while her voice was trembling. I gritted my teeth. Really, huh? I licked my lips and looked at them again.

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."

She was hoping to make a good sum, but was surprised when the shop assistant said that they would take everything for one low price. “What? That’s not even enough for just this one bag,” she said, pointing to the Louis Vuitton bag Naomi had relinquished to her. In fact, the price he gave her was probably only suitable for one of the knock-off bags Lucy had given her. “We are a pawnshop,” the assistant told her. “If you want quick cash, this is the best offer you’ll get.” She doubted that. She would rather spend the day moving from one pawnshop to the other than give everything away at a throwaway price.

Clicking the garage door open, I pushed in the clutch, placed it in first gear, and then took off. As I raced down the highway looking for a 24-hour pawn. I glanced at my phone, realizing it's already six in the morning. "Shit! I need to hurry." Was talking to yourself insane? Was I literally going crazy at this point? I thought. After I pulled into the nearest pawnshop, I sold all the jewelry and came back out to count the cash my father had in the safe. "$24,999, $25,000." I sighed. Sitting in the car for a moment before pulling out my phone and dialing quickly. It rang a few times before an answer came.

Inside was a delicate, ornate box—an heirloom passed down through generations. He’d never dared open it before. But today, he did. With the box in hand, he made his way to a high-end pawn shop. “This is a family heirloom,” he told the shop owner. “It’s extremely valuable. I want to pawn it for a short-term.” “Of course, sir,” the owner replied with a cheerful nod. “Let us assess its value first.” But Percy didn’t let go. His fingers clenched around the box, reluctant to release it.