Incredible Pawn Novels & Stories

, Sydney put in. "Did you tell whoever it was making the arrangements that this was a matter of state concern?" Sydney nodded, "I even added your name to get in". I sighed, massaging my temples. "I believed it would have been brokered off by now", Claude added, looking as grim as I felt. "Everything can be bought for a price now", he tsked "I want to find out who". And the pawn would know. Unknown to none, the face of the pawn was regarded more of a myth now than reality. But that's what made it easier for him to get around.

“So?” “I gamble—tight-aggressive poker player. I lost a lot of money, and I owed someone a lot of money. Seven hundred fifty thousand to a loan shark.” Well, I didn’t see that coming. I was inwardly grinning. “Then someone came to me and paid that total amount. In return, I will tell him about the latest Hover research. At first, it was just about the latest project, about Moses Braddson, his trips, something like that.” Trips?

All the stores she g****ed and found didn't open or aren't working on Sundays. She has been searching for more than a few hours, hell, it wasn't easy. Finally, she stood at the clearing, staring at the boldly-written signage at the very top of the store. "Found you." She took a deep breath and made her way inside. A man in his mid-fifties stood behind the huge desk, he smiled at her as she walked in. "Welcome, young lady. How can I help you?" He was polite. "I want to pawn a piece of jewelry. I don't know if it's possible here..." She allowed the sentence to trail off.

Harmonia explained, “Several days have passed since your jewelry went missing, and the quickest and easiest way to turn jewelry into cash is through a pawnshop. Pawnshops not only do business in the town, but their business networks extend far and wide, with a broad market. What's pawned tonight may be gone by tomorrow morning.” “Everyone in town knows that your family has a pawnshop in town, but they don't know which one. Madam Han didn't dare to act rashly as she was afraid of going to the wrong place and ending up in your family's pawnshop. Wouldn't that be walking into a trap?” After this explanation, Penny understood. “So, you deliberately pawned my bracelet at Treasure Pavilion, and si

With a gentle beep of my horn, the gate swung open by a well-dressed security guard. The ornate door welcomed me with its rich texture and warm tone, inviting me into the luxurious space beyond. "Please come in," a serene voice beckoned, my gentle rap on the surface answered by an ethereal invitation. I stepped inside the house, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My jaw dropped as I gaze around the house, taking in the beauty of the opulent decor. Though my own home was grand, this level of extravagance exceeded my expectations, leaving me to marvel at how my friend, Pearl, had reached such heights.

"Mr. Shen, do you really want to sell your own paintings? You should know that these paintings will be mine if you can't return the money by the deadline." Mr. Shen nodded in a depressed manner. "I know, could you please let me know the price?" The pawnshop owner was rather cautious. I'll have to invite a few masters over to evaluate their value so that you won't suffer any losses. Mr. Shen nodded. "Mango saw that the pawnshop owner had gone into the shop, so she walked in from the back door." "Boss, there's something I want to discuss with you." The pawnshop owner was stunned when he saw Mango.

By now, I had let my guard down. I kinda hated that Russo had this effect on me—that he could drag me from the worst moment of my life and somehow make me forget. We walked over to claw machine, deciding to get a present and round up the fun we've had. I squatted in front of the machine, concentrating harder than I ever had. Getting a present from the machine requires not only skills, but smartness and strategy. “That’s the one you want?” Russo asked, pointing at the stuffed purple panda inside.

"What’s been admitted on your end?" Aiden hesitated. His eyes flicked barely noticeable—to my father. That small movement alone was enough to piss me off. "Don’t mind the old man," I snapped. "Just talk. What is it?" He nodded once, reluctantly. "There’s been an update on the black market." I tilted my head. "Go on." "The ring, sir… it’s been pawned." My brow lifted. “Pawned?” I echoed, stepping a little closer. “Are you sure?”

Liliana "What do you mean it's only worth three hundred dollars? I can tell you right now that this bracelet was probably at least four figures!" I tell the third and last pawn shop owner. "I'll give you four hundred tops for it." The slimy owner states, looking bored. There isn't much I can do about it; this shop is willing to pay the most, but I try again, "How about six hundred?" Looking annoyed now because he's trying to watch a horse race on the old static television that sits in the corner of the counter, he gives me his last offer: "Five hundred. Now, either take it or get the hell out of here!"

Banging noises came from outside my walls and my brows quirked in confusion. I lived alone. Quickly, I stood, careful not to make a sound. I grabbed the gun I had illegally purchased after I noticed that I was being followed (twice). Flipping it out of the safety lock, I gripped the butt tightly, hiding it behind my back as I opened the door gently. The noise came again, the clacks and bangs of pots and pans sounding through the house. This thief obviously didn't go to stealing school. Cus what in the hell of unstealthiness was this noise?