Incredible Pawn Novels & Stories

Then, after a brief pause, he added, "Except marry you." He said it with such earnestness, as though trying to present himself as a man of integrity. But too bad, I wasn't impressed. "Those diamond earrings you bought at the auction yesterday—I like them. Have them delivered to me by tomorrow morning." The earrings, which Zach had splurged a fortune on, were reportedly meant as a gift for his fiancée, Wynona Fletcher. I wondered how certain people might react if they saw them dangling from my ears. Zach hesitated.

"Where's that little punk? Bring her back to me!" I hid in the room, shaking. The door was already locked, but people were kicking it. Each blow rattled the whole frame. A week ago, I never would've guessed that Golden Island, the resort my fiancee, Sabrina Stone, brought me to, had an underground casino. She and Charlie Jones had been going wild in the casino day and night. I ended up being the one paying for it. The door burst open with a heavy crack. Several burly men in black rushed in at once.

So, I turned, ready to find an alternative that didn't appear to exist. "Take it to Fatima Poppy's. I can show you." He started towards the passenger's side. "She owns the largest pawnshop in this area and her place is safe too." "A pawnshop." "Yeah. She…" He stopped, then threw me a gut-churning smile. "I know what you're thinking, and no, she won't sell your car. Trust me." How easy could the word' trust' leave a person's mouth? "You make a little payment for leaving your car there, then you get a tag. When you come back, you take your car. Facile." [Easy]

Every sound, every smell, every little detail of humanity was a reason for his interest. We made our first stop at the pawn shop, where we exchanged one of our jewelry backpacks for a large amount of human money. The owner of the establishment made a point of knowing what kind of business we worked in to have possession of so many expensive jewels. I made up some excuse about inheriting the small fortune of recently cut gemstones from a wealthy and distant relative, knowing that even if the clear-eyed and accusatory old man tried to investigate the origin of the jewels, he would get nowhere.

Penny was escorted by two attendants to a waiting room while the shopkeeper carefully carried the bracelet upstairs. "Mr. Sanders, a young lady came to pawn this. It's a new item that was just displayed at a jewelry exhibition. We don't know which booth it was sold to, but it's the only one in the world. It's quite expensive, so..." The man sitting in the chair was none other than Finn. Finn was skillfully disassembling firearms. The extensive second-hand goods market was quite profitable, and everything could be traded there. On the surface, they dealt with luxury goods, but privately, weapons were also traded. However, only insiders knew about these dealings.

I exclaim in frustration, realizing that I don’t have the driver's contact. “What am I going to do now?’ I asked myself as I looked around the street then my eyes landed on a signboard that boldly displayed Clark Pawners and jewelry with Loan-Buy-Sell below the sign board. On seeing the signboard of the pawnshop, I checked my body to see if I had any other thing on me that I could pawn off, then I took off my golden hoop earring and anklet before I made my way to the pawn shop and I didn’t get as much as I thought I was going to get from pawning off my valuables because the shop owner only offered me 25% of the jewelry’s initial value but I was too desperate, so I took the money and left the

She deliberately chose a pawnshop far from the city, thinking she would be able to keep it a secret from John. After parking the car, Zyla looked up. "Sis Liv, do you want to pawn something? If you need money..." "Zyla, I can't borrow 70 million dollars from Mr. Quinton, can I?" Zyla nodded. "You're right." "Wait for me in the car." "Okay." Olivia went into the pawnshop and took everything out of her bag, including the ring. The pawnbroker's eyes lit up when they saw the ring. "That's a quality thing, Miss. Are you sure you want to pawn it?"

No way! "Yeah! What I know is jade worth something bigger than just a hundred! Screw you, mister!" OJ supported me even if she couldn't be heard, and I sighed and looked at the bald man sharply. "I'm sorry, Miss, but it seemed that---" He was cut off by someone, and an old woman came out from the door behind the man. "Give me that, Max." The person, who I presumed could be his mother and owner of this pawnshop, said and took my pendant from his hold.

He walked quickly towards Becky who was still standing awkwardly barefoot. "I don't know if you're an idiot or what, but the painting that your father stole from me is so rare! Do you think Leonardo Da Vinci would come back alive to paint that Salvator Mundi again? I don't need money I already have a lot!" he hissed, his eyes were stared at Becky sharply.

The pawnshop's ledger was made of skin. I tried not to think about whose. The owner placed it on the counter with theatrical sadness. "People choose, Temple Heir. Hunger makes philosophers of us all." "Hunger makes predators too." Ava stood outside the locked door, hitting it with the crowbar. The sound was distant. Inside, the pawnshop stretched larger than the building allowed. [Illegal exchange review initiated.] Names crawled across the ledger. Marta Ruiz: wedding ring for one more day of breath.