Cousin Eddie Dickey Novels & Stories

Even his tone was extremely like Cedrick's. "Ceddy..." Catelyn pulled his arm involuntarily. He said seriously, "I'm not Ceddy, but Terrence Hensley. Although I'm ugly, your father is my uncle, and thus I'm your cousin." 'He is still reluctant to admit that he's Cedrick... 'Maybe he's afraid that there are too many outsiders?' She made up her mind. She covered her temple with one hand, frowned and fell to him weakly. "I have a headache and feel dizzy. Maybe I was hurt when Tracy hit me…"

Alex’s gaze turned molten, a deep frown marred his attempt at civility. “Well, the next time my cousin visits I’ll introduce you,” he poured himself a cup of tea. “Your cousin? How interesting?” “I figured Eddie might want you in the family, seeing as you all are sisters in every way except on paper.” “You surprise me, Duke. I’m glad I stopped by today. Eddie, darling, it seems your husband wants your attention and I would be remiss to get in the way of newlyweds,” Lily kissed Eddie on each cheek and stood up from the chaise lounge. Alex stood up, but Eddie remained seated.

“Did he just say Lykous Dorian?” “I believe so. Do you know that name?” I asked Melody. She swallowed hard as her eyes widened. “The brochure will tell you everything you need to know,” Eddie mumbled in a quick torrent. “Must go. So much to see, so much to do.” Eddie shoved past Daisy and hurried off down the strip. Daisy looked at me with eyes full of terror and worry. “It’s okay,” I said to her, trying to calm her down. “That was Eddie—my Eddie.”

Mom and Dad clung to each other, crying until they no longer had any tears left. At that moment, I realized that Dad's hair seemed to have turned gray overnight. Feeling bad for him, I tried to stroke his hair, but my fingers went right through. Few people attended my funeral. It was only our closest family members. Now and then, a few words of solace interrupted the heavy atmosphere. The police ended up bringing Izzy over as well. "Which one of you is willing to take in Izzy?" Izzy's eyes were red and swollen, filled with regret. However, none of our relatives dared to come forward. The police shook their heads and stepped forward to take her away again.

I groaned while resting my head on the way to the passage to the living room. As I contemplated on my life, a part of me felt Mr. DickieHead is not as cruel as Alpha Hayes and some of his council members. Yeah! You heard me right his name is Dickiehead, I wonder who will give his child such a terrible name no surprise he still peeps on his pant at an old age.

“She’s gone home for a few days. Getting married to Eddie.” “Who’s Eddie?” “Ed Warshouski. He’s a musician.” The detective sighed and Rikki-Tikki thought he didn’t look as severely official as he had before. He looked like somebody who played ball and ate chicken wings and would be fun to hang out with during weekends. “Eddie Warshouski. I remember his case. They make a pair,” Detective Bridger said. “Good luck to the both of them. I’m afraid they’ll need it.”

As if that wasn’t enough to tip me off the edge, just next to her, five feet away from them was Lucy’s dark hair sprawled against some man’s chest. The man—fuck was that, Edward Carlisle? Booger Eddie? The twat that ate his boogers in middle school to later graduating to eating girls’ pussies without asking for fucking permission in high school. Booger Eddie or whatever fucking name he went by now, took a sip of his drink pulling Luce to his body that lurid smirk on his face telling me he didn’t just want to lap dance with my sister but to fuck her even though the age gap between them was slightly more than a decade.

Eddy, who still sat in the coffin, let out a bark of laughter that made the others' skin crawl. "You're so smart, Kirk. Don't tell me you don't know what to do. Aren't you supposed to tell Caroline your identity, my dearest Uncle Kirk?" "Uncle?" Caroline's expression shifted immediately. "You heard that right." Eddy turned to face her. His eyes bore a look of both hatred and love. "You don't know about this yet, do you? Kirk's my second uncle and the CEO of SY Group. He was involved with Grandpa's death!"

“Aunt Winnie lived there. I went there before. We took a train!” “I used to take the train a lot. It’s pretty cool.” Cool if you like the smell of piss and dealing with the assholes that always seem to be on the same route I am. “It wasn’t like Thomas the Train.” “No, I guess it’s not.” I trade my light pink crayon for a darker one. “Actually, I’m going to give this picture to Emma.” “Who’s Emma? A friend?” Edward shakes his head, and hair falls into his eyes. He looks so much like his father. “My cousin. She’s a baby.”

“This is my cousin Mike, that handsome guy in the corner is my Uncle Eddie, and this is cousin Ronald.” Giani continued listing off names of his extended family members, and I tried my best to follow, but I knew I’d never be able to keep everyone's names straight. I could only imagine Aubrey sitting at a Thanksgiving table, trying to memorize how everyone was related to Giani. “Please join us, Shelby,” one of Giani’s many uncles said. Giani grabbed me a chair and sat next to me at the end of the table. “So what is it you do, Miss Shelby?” Uncle Eddie asked me.