All Engines Go Edward Novels & Stories

said Nolan . " .......Don't worry . I will not get myself in trouble this time . I will be extremely careful . " said Edward with a forced smile . " Haaaah !.........Alright ! If you need anything make sure to call me . I will come there as soon as I can . " said Nolan . " Thanks, bro ! " said Edward and nodded his head with a smile . The next morning , Edward placed a few things on a bag and went out wearing a black shirt , a black suit, and a pair of black trainers . When he arrived at the funeral ceremony , he saw the cars and his family members coming out of it .

“It’s Wendy. I feel… I feel her pain.” Edward’s eyes flashed with recognition, then flickered with worry. He knew what the link signified, knew what I felt for her. Without a word, he barked orders. "Get the car ready! Now!" The pack warriors sprung into action. I pushed up to sitting, ignoring the residual throbs in my chest. “I have to get to her,” I said, my voice declaring some of its authority. "Now. Drive!"

Edward drives his Audi R8 out of the parking area. He drives through the night skipping the traffic lights, he arrives at his house and slams the door loudly. An old man meets him halfway through and says to him, “The master would like to meet you in his office. Welcome home Sir.” Edward throws the car keys into his hands and walks through the door, the old man stares at his back and says to himself, “Who has angered the young master so much? He shouldn’t see the old master in this temperament. Considering what, he is about to tell him.”

“Oh… This road is a handful. How many?” “Just two, sir.” “We have spare tires, right? Change the tires and let’s leave. Quickly,” Edward ordered before getting into his car and sitting, waiting for the driver to get done with the tires so they could leave. The driver started working on the tires and changing them. Edward waited for some minutes and when he didn’t hear any more noise, he called, “James, are you not done with the tires yet?” He received no response from his driver and his brows furrowed. What was wrong with this driver?

I decided to write one specifically for Moana and another for Philomena. Dearest Moana, I know the last time we spoke, we were a bit hostile towards each other but with this letter, I’m praying to get a favorable response from you. I understand the war has affected all of us but there is something very unfortunate and very important that I need to share. This morning when I woke up from bed, I realized that Edward had gone, he had taken the children with him. He writes that he had moved and did not wish to be seen by his old acquaintances again and had started a new life in another place. I am speechless, saddened, and heartbroken.

"Let go, Edward. You've got me—let go of Jeffery." Edward icily laughed, stepping forward with a threat in his demeanor. "It doesn't work that way. The drive first." I lingered for a split second, gazing again into Jeffery's entreating face, silently imploring me not to let go. But Edward's caution reverberated in my mind—Jeffery's fate hung in the balance. I had no choice but to toss the drive in Edward's path. It slid across the weathered wooden deck, ending ominously at his feet.

Calvin shouts. Edward makes a mad dash to the front, climbing between the seats. He tosses the Beta's body like a rag doll out the window. There's no time to mourn her, no funeral. The dogs will eat her tonight. Then Edward turns on the engine and drives more profound into the casino port for cover. Dustin presses a button on his phone, and metal shutters come down over the two largemouths. The bullets ricochet over the plates. It sounds like there is an army of people outside.

"Allison’s strong. She’s a survivor." Mia nodded, though her expression remained grim. "I hope you’re right." We pulled up to the abandoned factory. The place looked like something out of a horror film—dark, looming, and silent. Edward and his team were already there, waiting for the go-ahead from Viktoh. "Let’s get this over with," Edward said, not even looking at me as we approached. His focus was laser-sharp, his jaw clenched. He was already in battle mode.

There was no one ahead fortunately and Edward let out a loud curse, his arms flexing. “What the fuck!” He exclaimed, pushing himself out of the car and slamming the door shut. I got out of the car as well and rushed to see the front of the car. My eyes widened in horror as I stared at the flat tyres, arms coming to wrap around me. I swallowed a lump in my throat, slowly turning to look at Edward. “Please…Please tell me you have a spare.” Edward painfully sighed, massaging his temples, “No. I always keep the spare but this is not my car.”

Edward was afraid that Evelyn would walk away from him when she found out who he was. Evelyn nodded in response. When the two of them are embracing. Suddenly the sound of a motorbike was heard, suddenly they released their embrace. Then he turned to look at someone who had just arrived with his red motorbike. Yep, that's Renza. After getting off the motorbike, Renza rolled her eyes to see that Edward was already there. How could that be? Renza thought. Because Edward should have been in the field earlier, Renza also remembered that he had left for Evelyn's house before Edward. It felt weird if Edward could get there first.