Novel & Cerita Edd X Eduardo

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.

Eduardo's true feelings finally making an appearance. I could feel the tension on Cassar. I was surprised Edwardo wasn't dead yet. "Well," Eduardo whispered in French pulling me even closer, his breath reeking of booze. "This time you may have won. If you ever disrespect me like that again, Cassar Salvaterre will find your body in the desert. Scavenged and whored out by the wildlife." That was all it took for Cassar to snap. His classic raging growl was loud enough for even the humans to hear.

If I was prone to envy I'd want her hair, but I'll deal with mine thank you very much, though it takes the stylist forever to straighten it whenever I'm in the mood. Anyway, now you know a little bit about me on to the meat of the story. Well, as if my life isn't hell on earth as it is, what with the asstards that I have to deal with, like the Mandy Taylors of the world and her little henchmen, now they're bringing a hotshot football star here this semester. The Eden High community has been in an uproar for the past few days since the news broke that Jared Claiborne was coming here.

By the time I pulled up to the driveway, my blood was boiling at over hundred degrees and it was with that same level of anger that walked into the living room. The family was gathered there; Laura, Vivian, and Mr. Peters,all surrounding a young man in his early thirties. Eduardo.He had the same smug, polished look like he did years ago when I first met him during Laura’s inauguration party at the university of Lintertown I kept my peace as I approached, forcing a calm expression. Laura turned first, her face lighting up with false sweetness. “Alexander! You’re back early. Come say hi to Eduardo. He’s been asking after you”

“The biggest music record label CEO, popularly known as CEO Dante, is currently under investigation by the board of directors for fraud and embezzlement of company funds.” I froze for a minute, staring at the television in disbelief. My eyes widened as I saw his face on the screen. Dante, in a crisp black suit, walking out of his office building, with cameras flashing all around him. He didn’t speak, or even attempt to answer the reporters screaming questions at him. He just walked straight ahead with that stern unapproachable look on his face.

I asked. "Alessandro Russo, tall, tanned, handsome you know the typical mafia man type" My heart dropped and my palms began to sweat, thinking back to my husband, the love of my life who left me at the lowest point of my life, and I was going to see him at the gala for the first time in a year. "I'll send you the rest of the details," Mateo states and hangs up, leaving my head spinning and my mind in a whole different state. A single tear fell from my eye hearing the name of the man who gave me the best life I'd ever had and then destroyed it.

A man like Xander usually fights until the bitter end and he doesn’t like not winning. Dante stops rubbing my back and pulls out his mobile from his pants. It looks like he is scrolling. “Hi Xander, Dante here. I’m doing a search on a Drake Edwards right now and I’ll forward the name on to my team.” His voice is stern and in command.

He slammed the laptop shut just as his phone buzzed. Eduardo: Guess who’s back in Italy. A smirk tugged at Sandro’s lips as he replied: Sandro: Motherfucker, thought you died already. Eduardo: I missed you, buddy. Come out—same location. Bring your bride. I can’t wait to meet her. Sandro: Can’t bring her today. Too much going on. Eduardo: Alright. See you in 30 minutes. A knock sounded at the door. Kendrox entered, placing a file on the desk.

Irene replied, "Are you familiar with him, Mr. Reed?" "Only acquaintances," Jordan replied, "By the way, Edric is a famous entrepreneur in San Fetillo. Weren't you born and raised in San Fetillo? You should know him, shouldn't you? " Irene squeezed a smile and said, "Mr. Reed, you just said he is a famous entrepreneur. I am just an ordinary worker. How can I know such a prominent person?" "I don't think so. Edric and Nathan are at the same level. How can you not know Edric when you know Nathan? They both graduated from University of San Fetillo. By the way, if I remember correctly, you also attended University of San Fetillo, right?"