Edd Lai Novels & Stories

someone murmured from the press pen. “She didn’t ride in the back with Leonard?” another whispered, camera still snapping. “I thought she was the creative head of this collaboration… not the chauffeur,” a woman muttered, half amused, half intrigued. Elara heard every word, though her expression didn’t waver. Her lips stayed curved in that neutral, graceful smile she’d perfected, the kind that revealed nothing and hid everything. Behind her, the back door opened. Lila stepped out first, radiant in a crimson gown that matched the carpet, her arm already linked through Leonard’s.

“She would. She is.” The screens snapped from static to stark white. Then Edda’s voice filled the city—warm, lilting, wrong. “Good evening, Mayor Sable.” The room went absolutely silent. Edda’s silhouette materialized on every monitor: a digital figure made of shifting code and a woman's outline deliberately sculpted to be beautiful and unsettling. The face was smooth, expression pleasant. “And good evening, Varian Kole.” Varian stiffened. Liora stepped forward until she stood directly in front of the largest screen. “Edda, end the broadcast. The city has suffered enough.”

Laera's eyes followed him as he walked past her desk while Eloise stopped before her. “ Good morning, Laera,” Eloise greeted, smiling. Without responding, Laera grabbed her arm, eyes tracking the direction he had gone. “ Who's that, Eloise?” she quickly asked. Eloise trailed her gaze, “ Oh,” she looked away and dropped her bag on the table, “ That's Antonio Brayden.” “ Woah! He's insanely hot,” she cooed clasping her hands together,

“Men Darius trusts. They move quietly, outside pack borders. If he wanted to hide her, he wouldn’t keep her on his land. He’d use one of them.” “Names,” I said, my patience thinning. She nodded slowly. “One of them is called Elric. He handles Darius’s remote estates. Isolated places, old hunting lodges, storage compounds, places no one thinks to check.” I memorized the name instantly. Kai stepped forward. “And what do you get out of this, Claire? Redemption?”

The man turned and smiled at Lea, then took Lea's hand and held it tightly while waiting for his call to be answered. "Yes, boss?" replied Bammie, who was contacted by Jayden. "Hey, Bam, can you help me out a bit?" Jayden asked, glancing at Lea who was leaning against him, overhearing the phone conversation. "Sure. Say it, Boss." "Can you find some data on someone named Eloise Althea? She is a manager under Echo entertainment." "Give me ten minutes and I'll email you the results." "Thanks, Baam."

She would appear with friends as if it was enough seeing her face but also B****** that were notorious for causing trouble that most often resulted in violence. On this particular day Capri was stepping off a ladder onto the counter doing her cig scan audits. This ugly troll decided it was a smart idea to pull on her combat boot strap causing Capri to stumble backwards and injuring her elbow. If that wasn’t embarrassing enough, Ella as Taurus had her stored in his phone called her a “home wrecking bitch!” Capri…. Maybe I’m overthinking, but wasn’t I the one in a relationship with him for years since high school or was I a delusional twenty-one year old that made it all up.

she’d snapped earlier. I pulled up to the spot near the Lekki Phase 1 gate. Ella stepped out from under a mango tree, looking like pure temptation in a short, tight Ankara skirt that hugged her wide hips and a cropped top that barely contained her big, soft breasts. Her long braids swung as she walked, hips rolling like she was dancing to a hidden Afrobeat rhythm. She slid into the passenger seat, her sweet-spicy perfume filling the car.

It took the edge off enough for her to function and film content. Brand deals continued pouring in despite the rumors. Kai insisted all meetings happen at the penthouse. “No leaving. Not with my baby inside you.” One afternoon, a new deal representative arrived. The owner of a luxury ice diamond bracelet line had come personally. His name was Malik Laurent—half French, half Arab, tall and slim with an athletic build. He had intricate tattoos peeking from his collar and sleeves, sharp jawline, piercing green eyes, deep dimples when he smiled and an effortless charm that reminded Elara of Kai… but somehow hotter. More refined. Kinder energy.

Ella said, coming towards them with a frown pasted on her face. The smile on her face receded fast as the reality of the present hit her. “You need to go get dressed, the pastors would soon be around to start the Wake-keep program, and the press is around.” Tara sighed, there was no escaping this. “Okay.” “Mr. Danladi is here,” Ella added as she made to head inside, causing her to stop “Danladi?” “Yes, Danladi of Merit Homes. He’s here to pay his respect.”