The Pawn Revenge Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I let out a choked scream as a wave of dark purple magic rushed through my mind. Images of my life began to flash violently behind my eyes and then dissolve into smoke. I saw the abusive pack house where I grew up. Gone. I saw Leo crying in the snow. Fading. I saw King Kaelen’s icy blue eyes looking down at me with fierce devotion. Shattering into pieces. NO! I screamed inside my own head, fighting against the dark fog erasing my thoughts. I won't forget them! I won't! I focused every remaining drop of strength on the golden mating mark hidden under the collar. The mark burned white-hot against the metal, desperately fighting the purple spell.

"This isn't the end." This is just the beginning. You're just like the pawn, Fabian. I'm the one who makes the calls and cuts the short. I felt everything at once pride, hurt and confusion , all tangled up so tight within me and it was hard to breathe. A pawn? I was not a puppet. I was the king. This game was my own creation. In order to destroy him, I would set all my belongings on fire. My clawed hand was poised to squirm, I raised my head in fear. But then, something shifted. The creature compelled me to undertake an unfamiliar task.

I picked up a flat piece of rusted iron hoop—sharp, rough, and stained with orange decay—and touched it to the cold, frost-hardened silt on the flagstones, carving Chapter 183 into the dirt: They do not come for your freedom in a single, dramatic blow. They take it in small, reasonable installments—a tax here, a permit there, a stolen hour, a confiscated lamp—until you are stripped so bare that survival takes every drop of your courage, and there is none left for truth. Chapter 183 is the ledger of small losses: the warning that if you do not draw the line at the first inch, you will lose the whole world mile by mile. Julian dropped his tiny canvas squares into a wooden box, his thumbs raw a

“You should be wise, think twice before you will ever do a single thing from now on, for the taboo that you three just commits is more than enough to produce the chain of cracks unto the walls of the future and to the succeeding loops. Kindly remember that, Pauleen.” Walking away as she enters a black hallowed space that is just open for her. She steps right and immediately inside as she cut in between that chronological time of the first loop and unto the hidden mark, where Jane finds the forbidden book and opens the gate of His, as her voice echoes reading the book title. “DEATH REINCARNATE.” Still into the invisible cage and stands unto the corner as she steps right into the middle before

I hurried to reassure him. When the call ended, Will and I exchanged a look. Revenge gleamed in both our eyes. Three days later, the city's first snow fell. The stage was set; the performance was about to begin.

He pinned me to the mattress, making sure that even while sleeping, I couldn't move without him noticing. "Sleep," he commanded into the darkness. "Tomorrow, we bleed." I closed my eyes. But sleep didn’t come easily. Every time I drifted off, I saw the white pawn with the red smile. And every time I woke up, I found myself staring at the gold dress hanging in the moonlight, waiting for someone to wear it. Checkmate in three moves. Move one was the breach. Move two was the trap at the Gala. Move three... I had no idea what Move three was. But lying in the arms of the King of Blackwood, I sensed I wasn’t going to like it.

"Anytime Smith. To the cemetery?" I took a deep breath, staring ahead with only one goal in my mind, to get revenge for my dad's death. "To the cemetery." ~~~ Next chapter is continued here... It's in Colton's POV so enjoy it even more :P Chapter 27 - Cast of Magic Mike XXL is effing hot. ~~~ Colton's POV

If she wanted something, she had to earn it. So her grandfather had been her only soft place to land. And then he was gone, long before she ever had a chance to repay that kindness. She leaned forward, gently touching the old man’s shoulder. “Sir,” she whispered, “that stone might look beautiful on the surface, but the inner band is thin—and everything beneath it is fractured and worthless. At this price, you’re likely to take a heavy loss.” ***

"You framed him." "I protected him," Richard corrected. "I made those charges disappear. But I can make them reappear just as easily." He leaned forward, invaded my space. "So here is what happens next. You apologize to your parents. You apologize to my mother. You put on your pretty dress and smile at our engagement party next week. And you never, ever contact Marcus Zhao again." "And if I refuse?"

“You believe you’ve won? This is merely the beginning. You believe Charles is the solution? You’re still a pawn within this game. All of you, all of you, are pawns.” "It seems I’ve regained my voice," she said, taking a deep breath, straightening her posture, as she finally spoke. "Because I am no longer a pawn, Helen. But a mother who is fighting for her child. And I’ll fight until the very end.” The words seemed to hang in the air, challenging her. The intensity in her look changed, becoming a darker, more sinister thing. But she didn't speak a word. She turned, taking a step back, her other men gathering around her.