Loyalty Pawn #2 Novels & Stories

I hear a smug, male voice from somewhere behind me. "How can you be so sure? They could commandeer any ship at the dock, and you've probably got the navy on your tail." Arken is agitated by the sound of it. I make my way up another set of steps on the dock, finding the two men beside a large, wooden wheel. The thief reclines against it with a grin, his body swaying with its subtle turns in spite of his weight being pressed against it, while Arken stands straight with crossed arms and a scowl that makes me want to turn on my heel and march right back down those stairs.

Said the other guy as he took a huge gulp of beer. The cloaked man stood up. He then slowly walked towards the drunkards aiming to asked more but then a loud yell halted his step as he immediately turned to the direction of the sound. A girl in red cloak, wearing a royal insignia slammed the countertop with a stash of gold. She then roared in anger as she asked the bartender (a.k.a owner of the pub.) once again.

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]

No past knowledge, no past identity. “My apologies, Sir.” I bowed low. “I can swear on anything you want me to swear on that I’m no longer loyal to Mr. Billard. He’d asked me a final favor as I left BlueStar to warn you about the Ad campaign and I kept his request. My loyalty belongs only to ReefWood and has been ever since I walked in through the doors.” “Stand up, Ms. Johnson.” Lancelin sighed.

Ava broke through the door at last and threw her crowbar. It hit him square in the face. He dropped the ledger. [Illegal soul collateral released.] [Merit +18.] [Incense +41.] The freed souls swirled toward the temple thread behind me. The pawnshop owner melted into black wax. In the puddle, a silver key remained. [Old Street Route Key acquired.] I picked it up. The key whispered, "Hospital... morgue... gate..." The pawnbroker had the smile of a man who had survived every government by never loving anything without resale value.

He had dark and thick hair falling in loose waves around his face, giving him an evil look. "Fighting monkeys, means? Since when did monkeys start living around Dark Shadow Coven?" Pawn Clara asked, confused. Clara Jack was a Pawn of Dark Shadow Coven whose job was cleaning. She was the most special and beautiful maid there. Her long, curly hair cascaded down her back in a waterfall of golden locks, with bright blue eyes. She had a fire in her soul that refused to be extinguished, even in the face of the darkest magic. She spent her days cleaning the coven's chambers and preparing meals for the Moroi and Dhampirs who lived there, but her mind was always racing with ideas for how she could he

My baby girl is protected at all ends! After they’re all out of sight, I take off down the road to get the coat ordered for Loyalty. My seamstress is questioning my sanity. Loyalty’s jacket will be black on the body with 'queen' in pink rhinestones across her back, and pink sleeves. When I’m done with the coat, I head to the jeweler. Dan is right, I do need to lock down Loyalty before she gets smart and leaves my ass. I know she’s only seventeen, but I think if I asked her to marry me now, she would. I pick a five carat pink diamond set in a platinum band before I head out to my mother’s grave like I always do when I make big decisions!

We were drowning in a sea of debt they didn't know I knew about. In my past life, I'd been a pawn in Jarrold and Cindy's twisted game, tangled in their mess until it got me killed. And for what? I hadn't gained a thing. Back then, I'd still believed in something as naive as pure love. How pathetically foolish. Now, I knew better. Now, my only true loyalty was to the cold, hard cash that could buy my freedom. Since I was stuck in their game, I might as well play to win.

The virtual avatar responded, "Don’t worry, miss. This pawnshop accepts one-sided love too." "We’ve detected that your love meets our pawning standards." "Would you like to proceed with pawning your love?" As soon as the words left its mouth, a pop-up appeared on the screen. "Please confirm whether you wish to pawn your love." At the bottom of the window were two options laid out: "Confirm" and "I’ll Think About It". I pursed my lips. Since I couldn’t do it myself, I decided to let the Love Pawnshop handle it for me.

] I ignored the mockery scrolling overhead and crouched down slowly on the other side of the cage's steel mesh. "Take me with you," he said, his voice a rasp. "My name's Ryder Shaw. Take me with you, and my life is yours." I raised an eyebrow, studying that wild, untamable stare, burning with something close to fanaticism. "You're willing to be my slave?" He nodded frantically, his pupils blown wide, his breath catching in his throat. I stood, glanced at the owner, who was staring at me slack-jawed, and said flatly, "Deal. Him."