Incredible Pawn Novels & Stories

The pawnbroker, a weathered man with tired eyes, looked up from his newspaper as the bell above the door chimed. As I stood in the pawnshop, the store broker observed me with a mix of curiosity and professionalism as his grizzled beard joined in his scrutiny. He had seen countless individuals walk through his doors, each with their own story of desperation and need. my presence was no different, and yet, my situation carried a unique weight. I approached the counter, my heart pounding in my chest. I placed the painting and the watch on the counter. The pawnbroker inspected them with a trained eye, his gaze lingering on the priceless and intricately painted canvas.

“What is your answer?” “We are here to play poker,” another man complained. “Not for hookers.” I twirled my long blond hair slowly around one of my slender fingers and looked through my lashes at the Silicon Valley tycoon. I could tell my movement affected him. “You don’t recognize me, do you, Mr. Mattio?” “Should I?” I smiled at him. “I guess not. But you knew my father, Dark Eye Bennet.” I paused. “Have you enjoyed the painting you paid him to steal from the archives of the Getty Museum in Los Angeles? When did you learn it was a fake? Now?”

I slammed the door of the luxurious penthouse suite shut and let out a deep sigh. The day had been absolute hell of Photoshoots under blazing lights, endless fake smiles for brands, and dealing with creepy comments online. At twenty five years old I was one of the biggest influencers in the game, but tonight I was just a tired, spoiled, and extremely horny girl who needed to be fucked senseless.

I said to them, and they stood up from their seats, bowed lowly, and left the hall. It's been years, and the company Alpha Reed, my father, left in Lucian's care, was still trying to find its ground. There were a lot of backlogs, and now the company was at risk of bankruptcy due to my mother’s carelessness, that is why I intend to sign a deal with the Eclipse conglomerates.

“Let me see,” the young lady said as she pulled it out of the pawn master’s hand. She stared at long and hard, he r eyes flickered in excitement. “It’s got real ice,” she muttered while she stared at it, I turned to her. “ What?” I couldn’t get what she meant as ice. “ I mean diamonds, this is an odd piece worth..” she thought hard about the numbers. “Worth 50 grand or more, Did you watch the last kindle auctioning on tv,” she said casually to the pawn shop owner. My eyes gapped at the price, all that for me, It made me want to go back to Dave instantly.

"Grand complication, permanent calendar, manual wind. You know what it is worth merely looking at it." "I know what the market says it is worth," the man replied without looking up. "But I have to run the serial through the registry. Standard procedure for high-value items such as this." Julian waited. His stomach cramped with a sharp, insistent hunger. He calculated the math in his head, even at a predatory pawn rate, he would have enough for a hotel for a month and still be able to get a new phone. From there, he could start rebuilding. He could call the few board members who might still be wavering.

Only a slip of paper remained at the bottom of the box. He picked it up and glanced at it; it was a pawn ticket dated last night. [Pawned item: A one-carat diamond ring. Amount: 25,000 dollars.] Jeremy's fingers froze abruptly, and his heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

He drove away without a word. I was shaking when I entered the pawnshop, Whitney was worried looking at me. I smiled at her, "I'll be fine." I patted her head. The pawnshop was filled with antiques and the mellow music fitted it. "Hello, sir. How can I help you?" he smiled "I want to exchange this for money" I said while taking the gold bar out of my coat. He was surprised. " It's been a while since someone exchanged a gold bar in here."

Unknown; Hello beautiful Ammy; hello Immediately a message popped in. Unknown; how are you doing I was curious to know who was this, and how the person got my number. Ammy; please, who are you and how did you get my number. .. Unknown; your boss. I nearly choked when I saw the last message, thinking of whether to reply him. Ammy;oh!,ok sir. Thinking that would be the end of conversation, till another message popped in. Unknown; what are you wearing tonight and please can you show me. My eyes nearly got out of its socket when I saw the message.