Bendy Edgar Novels & Stories

a voice called from behind I turned at once and saw a man with a white beard, dressed in a white suit "Who are you sir?, and how do you know my name?" I asked my mother and sister walked to where I stood and they greeted the old man before me "I guess we haven't met each other in a better circumstance but that's about to change, I'm Edwin Pendragon, the great and fearless man, and also the biggest oil mogul," he said

He shook Jackson’s hand firmly. Edgar was as far from any person Jackson could imagine Milli dating as the moon was from the sun, but when Milli came over, Edgar’s smile reached his eyes. Jackson decided he would give the Texan a chance, but first, he would have his dad, who is a police detective, do a background check on Edgar Rowling of Dallas, Texas. * * * Two weeks later…

“Please, go ahead. You’ll have to forgive us. We’re all a little…jumpy today.” “It’s okay, I understand,” he says, giving me a broad smile and lighting his cigarette. As he concentrates on his lighter, I take him in. He’s tall, for a Beta, almost Victor’s height, with wavy black hair and swarthy skin. His nose is a little too large, but it suits his broad, well-intentioned face. I smile back at him. “What’s your name?” “Edgar,” he says, tossing me a salute. “Beta Edgar, at you service.”

'What is Edgar up to? The male trainees filed in, led by a young man with an air of calm detachment. Debra recognized him as Oscar, the captain of the male trainees. She'd seen him on the training ground, his prowess impressive. Oscar's eyes flicked to Edgar, a slight frown creasing his brow, but he didn't halt. Tomas nudged him. "That guy looks quite like you." Another boy chimed in, "Don't be ridiculous. That's Edgar Odom, the Booton tycoon."

San Diego had me feeling differently. It was like I became Alex Gray the moment I drove into the city. My personality changed over the following two weeks as I followed Jordan Reed. He was the Vice President of The Reapers and second in command. I knew that if I could get close to him, I was as good as in. He had a set routine and after two weeks, I knew it by heart. He liked to frequent the bar on Broadway in East Village. It also happened to be the whole club’s favorite spot.

He was an old hand and very reliable, who had been working with the family for decades. They slowed down when finally reaching the end of their journey. The Ford Escort lurched onto the bushy lane and came to a complete stop in front of the mansion. Tommy put the headlights out and the motor stopped idling. Both men got out of the car and stretched their bodies. The long drive made them stiff. “Senor Tommy. What a surprise, sir,” the old man greeted them. “Hi Miguel,” said Tommy. “We need to rest for the night. I’m with my American friend. He works with me at the office.” Miguel nodded as a sign of respect.

he asked, to ensure because already knew beforehand that Edgar was protecting his daughter's whereabouts from fugitives from the police. Edgar shook his head slowly. "I don't know!" he replied confidently, making Jeffri laugh scornfully. "If I knew, I would have told you, Jeff!" he said emphasized. Jeffri shook his head with a smirk on his face at the words of an Edgar which was very easy to guess, whether the man was lying or not. He's not stupid enough to be easily manipulated by other people, so it's useless if everyone wants to try to lie to him because all of that will only be in vain. And why did he know that Edgar was lying because it could be seen from the tone of his voice and the m

Edgar must choose if he’ll go visit the gravesite or locate his former partner. If Edgar chooses to visit the gravesite, he’ll see his mom and brother there. His brother is now a cop and works for the department. He vows to catch Edgar’s killer and make him pay for what he’s done. Mom cries. You know how women break out the water-works. Edgar watches his family from afar and decides not to confront them because he doesn’t want to shock them. He instead returns to the lab.

He told himself he just wanted an autograph. The door to Edgar’s trailer was slightly ajar. Light spilled out from inside. Felix hesitated, then knocked softly. The door opened. Edgar Briggs stood there in nothing but worn jeans slung low on his hips, his chest still glistening with sweat from the arena. His dark eyes locked onto Felix with calm intensity. “Can I help you?” Edgar asked, voice low and rough like gravel. Felix swallowed hard, holding up the rodeo program he’d bought earlier. “I… I was hoping for an autograph. That last ride was incredible.”

"If someone comes looking for me, give them this letter. If no one does… throw it away." Nothing important was written anyway. Harry accepted the letter. "I'll keep it safe." Then, Edgar turned and walked toward the capsule that would become his coffin. He lay inside, just as he used to hide in the closet as a child whenever his parents fought to seek comfort in the cramped space. The world was too vast and too complicated. He couldn't cope with it. So, he returned to his "wardrobe." "All systems ready. Begin the cooling process." At Harry's command, cold vapor enveloped Edgar, and he lost consciousness instantly. Goodbye, Jess. Congratulations on your wedding.