Bibi X Edgar Novels & Stories

"I don't want to hang out with you because I think you're a nerd and I don't want to have a target on my back—" "Shut up," Ally grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the cafeteria, "I shouldn't have said that, I just wanted to be helpful. Can we please go?" "Fine," Kane eventually agreed, knowing he would keep a close eye on Ally to get a bit more information on what she meant by that comment. As she followed Ally to the cafeteria, observing the crowd all following the same flow to the same area for lunch, Kane noticed one individual particularly head a different route and enter the bathroom down the hall. There was a line to enter the cafeteria, therefore they had to wait about ten minut

When the argument occurred between Rossy and Edgar, Edgar's cell phone rang, causing Edgar to move away from Rossy to pick it up. "Yes, Brenda. I'm fine, don't worry. Get some rest quickly. See you tomorrow at the office." Rossy widened her eyes. She was very angry after hearing Brenda's name mentioned by Edgar. How dare Edgar receive a call from his mistress while his mother talks to him? The obedience and politeness she taught him disappeared when he had a relationship with a woman named Brenda. "Yes, tomorrow morning, we will have breakfast together. Menu as usual. Hmm, good night." "Ed," Rossy hit Edgar on the back with her stick.

Eden's dress catches the light effortlessly. Edgar spots us first. He's standing near the entrance with a glass of something amber in his hand, looking like he stepped out of a magazine spread titled "How to Look Expensive While Mourning". His eyes drop to Biscuit, and his entire face lights up. "Oh my God," he says, crouching immediately. "You brought the furry ball of chaos." Biscuit barks, delighted, and launches himself at Edgar's knees. Edgar laughs and scoops the puppy up, letting Biscuit lick his chin.

Everything you could want for authenticity. Edgar likewise impresses. I check him out while he returns his attention to his food. The candlelight picks up the depth of his cheekbones, the light stubble growing on his cheeks and his chin. Edgar is brawnier than most Betas – broad-shouldered and thick with muscle. No wonder he’s Victor’s go-to guy. As I consider him, the grey-haired woman bustles over to our table. “My Edgar!” She says, her Italian accent thick, wrapping her arms around his shoulders for a warm hug.

Just respect for what had been, and what would never be again. Then I turned to leave. “Mommy!” Bibi’s voice shot through the quiet like a spark. “Aunt Eliza!” Eliza was already kneeling, arms open, laughing through her own red eyes as Bibi ran straight into her. She scooped her up easily, pressing a kiss into her hair. “There you are, little fox,” Eliza said, spinning her once. “You disappear and reappear like magic.” Bibi giggled. “You smell funny.” Eliza grinned. “That’s grief and perfume. Very fashionable.”