All Engines Go Edward Novels & Stories

Starting the car, he says,"We're going back!" None of them spits another word and obediently takes their seats as Edward lhappily runs the car over that monster. Although it has received physical damage, it doesn't seem to die. That's why Edward hits the car with a big tree, causing it to lose conscience. Turning the car back, he again starts the journey towards his old mansion while Erin is still sleeping. She doesn't have any idea what's happening and that's what Edward fears most! He doesn't know whether to believe in Oliver's words or not, but he knows for sure that he wants Erin to be safe. And for that, Edward can trust even his enemies!

She stood beside the road, and just when she didn't know what to do, Edward’s car stormed in from the other side of the road. He opened the door and barked, “Get in!” She didn't hesitate and hopped into the car. Then, Edward stomped on the accelerator and the car shot out like an arrow released from its string. He drove the car away from the street, and it was only after they entered the main road filled with streams of vehicles that his expression lightened. He reached out for her hand and comforted, “Everything will be fine.” His hand was cold while his palm was filled with sweat. Truth be told, Vivian was a little surprised to see him in such a state. She withdrew her hand and asked, “Who

After a while, Edward clenched his fists, as the thought of every member of the family, and how his boss had struggled so much to hold everything together if nothing was going wrong, angered him. “You’ve got to wake up, sir. You’ve got to!” He gritted his teeth, thinking of how Malcolm was able to keep up with their crazy lies for so long. He then cursed under his breath again, remembering the wreckage at the hangar, and the staged jet crash, “Someone planned this too perfectly,” he muttered bitterly. “You never even got on that plane, so who the hell flew it? Who sent the hit?!” he demanded, closing the laptop with a snap.

Yesterday afternoon i sent part of the surgery money to mom, my dad will be going to the theatre room tomorrow. I hope everything goes well cos I'm suffering in hands of a lunatic called Edward. I've tried calling mom but her phone has been switched off since last night. I just hope she's eating well. She needs to take care of her self cos I'm not ready to start paying double bills..... * * * * Edward sat in the back seat of his jaguar listening to the soft jazz music that played from the car radio. He clicked his fingers slowly, he always does this when he is lost in thoughts.

I started the engine and slowly drove out of the underground parking lot. Edward was standing in front of the complex security booth in a crisp, brand-new uniform. When he spotted my car, he straightened instantly and gave me a perfectly executed salute.

" Only the figure of Edward was soon missing. Not long after, I heard the door transmit for a while the engine sounded, just hearing this sound made a big rumbling sound, but one could tell how hard the other accelerator pedal was, how intensely. Kaytly Blanche frowned, her worried face returned to the side of the table where she sat. At this moment, inside the romantic room, the atmosphere was almost gone. Kaytly Blanche's gaze was out of focus on the burning red candle, filled with anxiety, while Adam Kenneth stared at Kaytly Blanche's sad face with sadness in his heart. ——————————— Edward stepped on the gas pedal, his mind replaying what Uncle Lam had said. If the young master doesn't com

I replayed the street. The engine. The register change. Edward moving. No hesitation. That was the detail I could not move beyond, no matter how I tried to approach it. Edward calculated everything. Every sentence was chosen before it was spoken. Every room was entered with a decision already made. He had not done that. He saw the opening and stepped into it, and between the seeing and the stepping, there was no space for calculation. No pause. No ledger. No weight given to what it would cost him.

That big man cursed, low and venomous, and started after little one. And me? I started the engine. Edward's words echoed in my head like a prayer. If you want something, go for it. And if you can't get it — make sure no one else does. The roar of the engine filled the silence. I tightened my grip on the wheel and pressed down harder on the accelerator. The man darted into the street, his hair flying behind him like a banner of fear. I saw his eyes go wide as he caught sight of my headlights bearing down on him.

“Get the car ready. I need to move at once. And I trust you know the rest of what must be done?” “Yes, sir. I know exactly what to do.” A smirk stretched across Matt’s face, more of a grin than a smile. “Then waste no time,” Edward replied, his gaze already returning to the glass wall as if he were addressing the entire city. “It’s time to claim what is ours.” “Of course, sir.” Matt gave a short nod before stepping out.

'Edward, where's Lindsey? For a moment Edward stared at Alec, unthinking, then he shook himself away. "I don't know. She's down there somewhere -" Edward said as he pulled out of Alec's grip. Alec didn't join the rush of people. He jumped and hurdled his way down across the chairs when he heard the loud groaning noise from above. He looked up to see an enemy battleship blistering from incapacitation and overcomed by gravity. It was falling at a rapid speed towards the glass dome on a slanting trajectory. "Oh hell no," he uttered...