Cousin Eddie Dickey Novels & Stories

“What? It’s really only a thousand dollars!” “He only gave a thousand dollars for materials worth a hundred thousand dollars! This is crazy!” “Mr. Smith had no other choice!” “If it were me, I would’ve bought bricks too. A thousand dollars is not even enough for logistics!” Their opinions immediately switched. They started looking at John with disgust and anger. John started to sweat. He stammered, “It’s a misunderstanding! It’s just a misunderstanding! “Mr. Black, hear me out! My wife’s the one who did the transfer last night. Her eyesight is bad; that’s why she missed out on a couple of zeros!”

Eddie whistled and pointed to Annie, then grabbed his waistband and slid his trunks down. His díck wasn't as long as Dave's, but it was much thicker. It was definitely big enough to draw some whistles from the girls. Annie stared at him with a horny smile on her face. She never looked at my díck like that before. Annie prepared for the next serve, and shouted to a guy I didn't know, "Hey, Don! You want to make the same bet?" Don looked over at Eddie, then over at Annie's títs, and said, "Absolutely!"

We each pop open a beer and go out to join Adam near the pool and barbecue. The sun hangs lower in the sky, and we are all feeling emboldened by liquor. Having moved on from beer, we now feel the slight burn of the bourbon as it hits our throats and we’re talking about old times. ‘It was Dean’s party, remember? Big fella Eddie lost his virginity to Emma Emberly, only 10 years his senior!’ We all laugh at that. Eddie had been a late bloomer, so to speak, but he had certainly caught up on the rest of us since.

He not only has friends in every area you could think of but might as well be the Bruce Wayne of the family going out to events like his alibi depends on it. My younger brother, Clinton, Is the family guy. He not only is married but his wife just gave birth to a son, Bryce Grant Maxwell. Middle name has family man vote locked in. He and his wife are also big attendees on functions that are ‘close to her heart,’ he says. And while Edward is currently at odds with his fiance, he is still engaged.

That’s who she was. His best friend. At least… she used to be. Today marked the first day of senior year at Woodstock High, and while Eddy should have been excited, something felt missing. Without her, it wasn’t the same. Eddy, short for Edward Loraine, was seventeen, the quarterback of the Woodstock High football team. Popular. Handsome. Known as a ‘player’ simply because he flirted too much. Girls adored him. Boys wanted to be him. His grades were good, which only added to his charm.

"Not only her, but her younger sister too. Boss, why don't you take both of them in? However, the girl next to her doesn't seem to be her younger sister. Bruce brought them back and said that the one next to her was only her friend. She also asked him to let her friend go in the car." Dicky stood in front of her, smiled slightly, and looked at Sigrid thoughtfully. His eyes were long, which were different from Eddison's. She didn't know what their relationship was, but they were probably related. When he laughed, he gave off a playboy vibe to her. Sigrid felt he might be a pervert like Eddison! The man noticed that the way Sigrid looked at him was a little strange, which aroused his interest.

"It's nice to see you under... well, slightly less chaotic circumstances." A small laugh escaped me. "I'm afraid I wasn't exactly paying attention earlier." "You had bigger priorities," he said with an understanding nod. "If my father had been rushed to the hospital, I probably would've run me over too." Dad chuckled. Zane let out a quiet laugh from where he stood by the window. Dad shook his head affectionately. "This is Edward Collins." Edward grimaced playfully. "Technically, yes. But please don't call me Edward” He leaned in slightly with a conspiratorial grin. "You can call me Eddy, much cuter don't you think?”

"Yeah. That happens when you stare at someone's mom all night from the balcony." I nearly dropped the waffle iron. Bryan coughed so hard he turned pink. "I wasn't-" "You were," Eddie insisted, waving a cereal-dusted hand. "I saw you, bro. Through the crack in my window." I whipped around, wide-eyed. "You what now?" Eddie, blissfully unbothered, kicked his legs against the cabinet. "I was up. I had to pee. And I saw Mr. Fancy Hair out there doing the Sad Movie Stare into the night."

Dianne asked. "I wish I know." Jocelyn mumbled. She carried her teddy and hugged it tightly before smiling at her friends. "Thank you so much for this. You've made my day!" Dianne and Paula smiled back, grateful that their spoilt brat of a friend liked the gift. * * Eddie got home and met the house empty. His nephew had gone out again, partying of course. Eddie shook his head and walked up to his room, feeling a little bit exhausted.

Eddy said coldly, “Those women did it voluntarily. They’re a bunch of gold-diggers, so there’s nothing wrong with my son.” “But my friend was forced.” Kayson sneered coldly. “Cut the crap. I know you came here for Dickinson International, but let me tell you something, there’s nothing I can do either!” Eddy said, gritting his teeth. “I’m just working for other people. Even if you kill me, you won’t get Dickinson International back.”