Ed Edd N Eddy Edd Hat Novels & Stories

"He has a Nanny, just stop asking unnecessary questions and come put this on '' he uttered and threw a shiny silver bodycon gown at me. Few minutes later we were both done dressing and was outside standing by the car and waiting for Rue. I already made sure that Miss Brooke was with Grey before I left the room. I didn't really feel comfortable leaving Grey behind at such an hour of the night, 10:20pm. Edde wasn't looking bothered at all. I rested my back on the car as I turned, staring at Edde's outfit. He wore a blue Jean trouser and a white T-shirt which he left a few buttons open revealing his tight chest. His shoulder muscles were clenched to the T-shirt so tightly which made Edde look h

He deals with the European assorted sandwich, barbecue and smoothies Eddy was well loved and patronized around the community. Many times, his customers would not leave after filling themselves but would stay and have fun as most times it turns into a large gathering. Eddy always had to send most of them away when they began to light their Indian hemp or drink alcohol heavily to avoid violence and destruction of properties. Mr. Eddy whose real name was Edidiong was not an American nor did he dress like one, he only earned the nickname Eddy as a result of his job, height and young men of the U.S.

Granny Atherton's wrinkled face finally showed a hint of joy. "Eddy is here? Hurry, get another pair of cutleries for him!" she ordered. "Right away," replied the maid with a smile. Seconds later, Edwin could be seen walking over from the hall. He was wearing a red vest and a pair of black trousers in contrasting colors. He was also carrying a large bag in his hand, and the corners of his mouth were habitually curved. "Did you miss me, Grandma?"

4:00 A.M: Turning off the alarm, Eddy jumped off the bed. He slipped his legs onto the sweatpants and pulled the t-shirt over his head. He took the shoes from the rack and plonked on the stool nearby the door wearing it. He then strolled out of his home putting on the headphones and turning on the music. During a fresh early morning, Eddy ran with full enthusiasm in an empty peaceful road, which he always admired the most. He never allowed any of his friends to join him as he had the habit of enjoying his own company during that hour.

"Wait a second, how do you know my name?" "Oh, didn't I introduce myself?!" He tuts and smacks his forehead, then holds out his hand to me with a big friendly smile. I'm Edward Collins, you can call me Eddy. He is my cousin Nick" he points to who was sitting at the table behind him, I remember seeing the boy in the hat sit there after I arrived. He waves at me. He is a hacker. We investigate your name. "And that should reassure me?"

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.

I mumbled to myself as I raked my fingers through my hair. “Hey, can I help?” The deep baritone of the bane of my existence wafted into my ears from behind, causing me to flap my eyes shut, as my temples pounded with a looming headache. Squeezing my eyes open, I threw him an expressionless look. “No, it's fine. I can manage.” Huffing, Eduardo walked up to me in a casual outfit, consisting of a pair of black sweatpants with a black tank top, leaving his big, toned muscles on shameless display.

Eddy asked, tipping his eyes closed and ringing his index finger in the air dramatically. "Well, Lola is basically a human pig that had refused to acknowledge her human nature," he said, looking at me again, his face lined with anger, hatred, frustration, like a man would look while talking about his greatest problem. "Get lost, Eddy," I was tempted to say. "Can you imagine Lola, in her size and predicament, wanting a midnight snack? You know, after eating herself to stupor at yesterday's event?" A sigh escaped my throat, but Eddy wasn't taking it.

| ALESSIO'S POV | 6 YEARS AGO "Fancy some wine?" Cedric Schott offered. I nodded and watched as he fills two glasses of wine. Cedric Schott was a man in his early forties. He was ready to give me a hundred thousand dollars to kill a man. "Who's the target?" I asked, sitting down on his seat in his own office. He clenched his jaw at my behavior. "Is there a problem?" I asked when he didn't speak. He instantly nodded, pointing to me, "You're sitting on my chair."

In doubt, he did not move and simply stood there like he had not heard. But, of course he had heard. He was only suprised that such a tiny voice could come from such a huge man. "Hey, you! What are you staring at? I said come here!" Once more, the man bellowed in his tiny voice and Eddy almost laughed out. Thankfully, he was quick to mask his emotions under the presence of fixing his spectacles. "Hello, good sir. I have a letter for Mr. Huxton," Eddy said quickly, before his emotions would betray him. If he laughed, this man might just break him.