The Pawn Revenge Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Scarlett’s POV The silence stretched out, thick and suffocating. Pierce stood there frozen, his declined credit card still in Salesperson's hand, his face cycling through shades of red I didn't know were humanly possible. Salesperson cleared her throat delicately. "Perhaps there's another card you'd like to try, sir?" "That's impossible," Pierce said, his voice strained. "There should be plenty in that account. Try it again." Salesperson swiped the card once more. Same result. The machine beeped its rejection like a death knell.

Fictions are fiction and reality sucks. He was just a normal man with a low bank balance who could not help me right now with my situation. I called Scarlett earlier to ask her to accompany me to the pawn shop as that was my only way out. I needed the money so badly and as my family was not responding, I had no other choice but to pawn the only precious thing with me, my platinum chain. It was a gift from Mom when I stood first in my tenth standard. I never wanted to lose it but today I am hopeless.

don't be blinded by lust, November]. “I do not want to choose a King. I will not choose a murderer.” ...[fine, don't choose. seek revenge. but i assure you their charm is stronger than your Will to seek revenge]... “But don't you want to make him suffer?” ...[all i want is to not die a second time. your awakening is complete]... I hear the snapping of a finger, and then, everything goes black. (author's note: this is the longest chapter I have written. haha. please leave reviews. i would like to know how far you have enjoyed this story!)

Cus what in the hell of unstealthiness was this noise? I tiptoed down the hallway, the hard press of the gun against my behind as I got to the open space living room and kitchen. "Who the fuck let you into my house?", I jumped out in surprise, raising the gun and pointing it to the kitchen area Kane's surprised green eyes stared back at me, his body bent behind the counter like he had been looking for something. His eyebrows quirked at the gun after a long pause of silence and I put it away, flipping it back to safety.

Unlike what a majority thought, Ema Claw was much more than a software company. My eyes caught sight of a frail female figure advancing towards me and a gentle but wicked smile played at the corner of my lips. I looked to my watch. It was exactly 9am. Why was I not surprised? My pawn had arrived just on time. I saw her look at me with pained eyes which I shrugged off. "Take a seat" I said and I saw her bite her lips in hesitation but sit down eventually. "You look rather worn out bitch. Seems this week was a bit tough for you?

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.

I put on a tаnk drеѕѕ wіth ѕраghеttі straps thаt I lіkе to ѕlеер іn. I’m ѕtаrіng at thе wаll, thіnkіng оf everything thаt hаѕ happened, аnd wоndеrіng how thе hеll I made іt hеrе whеn I hеаr a knock аt thе door. [Next POV will be 'Blake' in Chapter 32] ******** Author Note: Join Your Fellow Readers Here & Gossip Theories:👉 bit.ly/avi22nash

I wanted to make my brother rape his sisters! Even his own mother! I wanted revenge! [Congratulations to player Liliana! Second place!] _______ KircheLeaf Arc 1: Enchantrix Race! _______ ~END of CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE~

Yet, beneath the surface of their idyllic life, shadows loomed—shadows that threatened to unravel the tranquility they had worked so hard to cultivate. --- ### Chapter 1: The Intrigue Begins One brisk autumn morning, Sorin received an unexpected visitor at the Zaveri estate. He found himself face to face with a man he had not seen in years—Jonathan Richardson, the estranged son of Victor Richardson, Sorin's old adversary. Jonathan bore a striking resemblance to his father—cold, calculating eyes and a demeanor that exuded authority. "Sorin Zaveri," Jonathan greeted with a curt nod. "We need to talk."

“Miss Shaw made it clear that if you tried to turn back, you’d be mine to do whatever I pleased. So, drop the act. Who do you think you are?” The comments surged again. [She brought this on herself. If she’d just married the foreman obediently, she wouldn’t end up like this.] [The foreman will be here soon. Is she about to be handled by two men at once? Tsk, tsk.] No. If Randy got his hands on me, everything would be over. In desperation, I pulled out the dagger again and drove it deep into the driver’s arm. He screamed in pain, thrashing, and I seized the moment to shove the door open and run.