The Pawn Revenge Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

'Chapter 24: Back home' was published twice by mistake which is solved now. Those who haven't read the chapter '25: The story of a ring' and '26:Mission securing her future' , please do read it before this. Sorry for the inconvenience. Please do vote and comment if you like this story _______________ "Shifa , Please stop crying " Simran tried to stop Shifa's cry which was not stopping . Riya and Afifa watched them confused about the reason for which Shifa was crying .

I didn’t need to. He came to me without a word, crouching in front of me, his hands gently closing over mine. “Say something,” I whispered. “I’m going to find who did this,” he said softly. “And I’m going to make sure they never get close to you again.” “But they already did,” I choked out. “They already got into our lives, our heads. They’re using me like a pawn in a game I didn’t even know I was part of.” His grip on my hands tightened. “You are not a pawn. You’re the reason we’re fighting.”

My pulse roars in my ears as I descend, gripping the rail, my mind spinning with everything he’s said everything he hasn’t. A door slams open below me. A familiar voice rises from the shadows. “Running again?” Richard Hale drawls. I stop dead. He steps into the emergency light, very much alive, very much smiling. “I told you,” he says softly. “Rebirth always has a price.” Behind me, footsteps thunder. Ahead of me, Richard lifts his gun. And in that frozen second, I realize the truth This time, the future doesn’t belong to me anymore.

Before I could get to the door, the driver from earlier stepped in front of me, his lips set in a grim line. I shot him a glare but his stony gaze never wavered. “If you take another step,” my father's cold voice echoed through the room. “.....you are dead to me.” My throat constricted but I raised my head up high. “I rather be dead than be your pawn,” I muttered and shoved the driver, my shoulder hurting from the impact. ________ I dragged my feet in a daze, moving like I was outside of my own body. I didn’t stop until I found myself on the rooftop, the night air biting my skin.

They all thought I was a pawn. Santiago. Dante. Even the triplets. Everyone wanted to use me to hurt someone else. But they’d forgotten something important: A pawn can still take down a king. I stared up at the ceiling, my mind racing. I couldn’t survive this by playing defense. I needed a plan. A real one. One that didn’t rely on anyone saving me. One where I decided who burned. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, I would start tearing this place down from the inside. Brick by bloody brick.

"No, no, no, let's rationalize this." "First of all, I didn't know that it was his ring; I thought it belonged to my attackers. Secondly, I didn't really steal it from his pocket; I picked it up from the floor because it was calling me. What's a girl gonna do when something is really calling out for her help? Thirdly, it's not as if I'm pawning the ring to be wicked to him or for my own pleasure. I'm pawning it because a girl's got to do what she can to live...even if she's bound to die—" "Are we still doing business or not?" The pawnbroker's loud voice interrupted her again.

And Marco… Marco has the look of a man who has waited his whole life for revenge, who breathes it, who will not rest until the blood he wants spilt has touched the ground. I wrap my arms around myself, shivering despite the warmth of the car, because I know I have just stepped into something far larger than I imagined when I walked into that bar. I thought I would drink, smile, maybe remind the world that Michelle Morris still mattered. Instead, I sat across from a man who looked at me as if I were a chess piece he had already moved into place, a pawn he intends to play whether I want to or not. And that is the problem, I am not a pawn. I whisper it to myself, softly, as if saying it aloud w

Issue 5 of “Hopeless Henry” By Alice Bennet Taken from the University Gazette I pounded on Reuben’s door with hate in my heart and murderous rage running through my veins. No one did to me what he’d done and got away with it. He was going to die. Today. I was going to kick his ass from this century to the next. And nothing was going to stop me from meting out his punishment and attaining some justice. His door opened. I grabbed the front of his shirt by two handfuls and was dragging him out of his room and into the hall before he fully realized it was me.

I shrugged my shoulders, almost walking out of the room so they wouldn't think wrongly about us but stopped when he said that. "I will, very soon." He managed to say, looking away, pressing his teeth together. “Oh, now after what happened, you still want revenge? Everyone is present, why don’t you slap me here and end this charade?” I jeered, knowing my words were agonizing to him. He opened his mouth to speak but I looked dead into his eyes with my scornful smile. “Because at this point, to me, you and your fucking revenge can go to tell, Mr. Layne. I am not afraid of a pathetic man like you. In fact, show me what you can do.”

Oskar, having completely lost himself in a fit of rage, picks up Morrigan and throws her. Right into the front door. The door breaks off of its hinges and falls onto the front porch, sending Morrigan tumbling down the front steps. Unlike earlier, the street is now relatively busy, with pack members beginning their daily chores and socializing with each other. They all go quiet, and they all hear a soft ‘thud’ as Morrigan’s body comes to a stop at the bottom of the stairs.