Incredible Pawn Mga Nobela at Kwento

Authors pov A handsome guy (Felix Johnson- male protagonist) is in hurry to attend the important meeting, his driver is driving the car but suddenly he put a break making him a jerk. "What happened?" "Boss..." Before he completes his sentence, the handsome boss heard a sweet voice apologising to him. Without his will, he saw the owner of that voice and got awestruck seeing a gorgeous beauty. "Sorry sir, this little girl unknowingly came in between so..." A girl who stopped the car says.

"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.

Hair tucked behind my ears, bare face, unsure eyes I pulled open the suitcase and began laying out options on the bed. A pale peach dress caught my attention; simple, long sleeved, modest neckline. The kind of thing you wear when you want to be taken seriously Just as I was zipping up the dress to test the fit, a message popped up on my banking app. New credit alert: deposited from Moretti Enterprises. I stared at it for a moment. The payment. I had completely forgotten that today was payday. The money made my chest tighten, not with relief, but something close to shame.

I say. Besim looks confused. "You do?" "Yes. You’re a pawn. He wouldn't tell a pawn where the King lives." I step closer. "But pawns see things," I whisper. "They hear things they shouldn’t." I take his left hand and place it flat on the cement floor. "Who bankrolls him?" I ask. "He has money. He’s rich."

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 stare at the floor, my hand in my pocket, fingers tracing the bevel of the watch face. The pawn shop is on Vernon Boulevard. High-end pretensions, but the location is gritty. The windows are barred. The interior smells like stale cigarette smoke and old metal. Glass cases are filled with the debris of other people's bad luck—watches, rings, guitars. Other people's sacrifices on display. I approach the counter. A man in his sixties looks up from a ledger. Faded tattoos on his forearms, eyes that have seen every version of a lie. "Help you?"

Jarrold stared, utterly thrown. He hadn't expected me to take the bag. In the past, I'd always refused his gifts, terrified he'd think I was some cheap gold digger. When he finally found his voice, he said, "As long as you like it." I looked down at the purse in my hands—a five-figure masterpiece that screamed old money. The longer I stared, the more I liked it. My father was a degenerate gambler. My mother was rotting away in a hospital bed. We were drowning in a sea of debt they didn't know I knew about.

Ruby laid back into the posh white sofa, bouncing a small white ball, to and fro against the wall, "if I had anything special about me, I'd have rob banks with it and wouldn't be broke now." "Thievery is a sin!" "Then I could be the biggest sinner there is in the world." Rydian faked a gasped at the unworried girl and she continued tapping on the, "so are you going to finally tell me what you want from me?" "Are you sure you're ready to hear it? It might need the most heroic deed for the good of the world and if you say you are the biggest sinner, do you deserve to hear it?"

I can't believe this! There is a man in the pawn shop so I order my card to show him a picture of the heirloom. "Have you seen a girl with this Jose?" I asked as my guard showed the picture to him. "I don't know what you're talking about, you racist punk." He said. "It's in this shop. How much did you give her for it? I ask" Dude you're in the wrong shop he said