Novel & Cerita Eddie Brock

Eddy was so lost in her beauty that he did not see her stop in front of him. "Hey, mister! Here!" She snapped her fingers before Eddy, jolting him to reality. "Who are you?" "Uhm," Eddy suddenly became confused. He scratched his head that was not itching. "I, I, uhm-i..." he suddenly coughed. "I am Martin Derek, a writer. I have a letter for Mr. Antonio." "Martin Derek..." The woman drawled, looking at Eddy's messy red hair. His eyes were a brilliant shade of jade, shinning through the spectacles on the bridge of his nose. "You don't look like a 'Martin Derek'," she stated.

Eddy said with a smile and Logan chuckled. “Of course, Damien and Daniel are not the only one being over protective over her, I am just that I don't show it.” Logan laughed and Eddy shook his head. “Those kids are exhibiting every fucking character you have.” Eddy said and he laughed again. “So tell me about this Bryan Smith guy.” Eddy said. “Oh, yeah. He is eighteen years, his father is dead but before he died, he walked at a company called Brockles.” “Oh yeah, I know that company, their standard are good.” Eddy said and Logan nodded.

That prompts a chuckle from me. As I previously mentioned, Eddie was a regular customer at Anna's Marketplace Bakery. Whenever he happened to visit during my shifts, he occasionally waited for me to finish work so we could engage in conversation and enjoy each other's company. Despite his age, he was remarkably spry and healthy, making it hard to believe he was well into his sixties at the time. However, he informed me that he had been a retired professional swimmer and even participated in the Summer Olympics during his prime.

I suppose that’s why Brock’s wife left him for the elder statesman. Daniel knocks firmly on the door. Brock’s deep voice rumbles from inside, and Daniel calls out through the wood, announcing that the catechist’s wife is here to see him. The door swings open and Daniel steps back. "Please, go on in." I give him a tight nod and walk inside. I pass through the small entryway. Brock isn't there, so I confidently walk straight into the massive living room. I spot him immediately, standing near the far wall, staring intently at a large, framed award.

Jaylen's POV I've never been so proud of Brock in the entirety of my life but right now, he's the best. We might not be friends but then what he said now made him want to kiss his feet. "I have more your highness" another conniving voice shouted. He then walked to the middle where he could be seen. I know the guy. He's a painter who uses reality as what he paints. He moves about most times with a camera. "Who are you?" Brock asked.

That he kissed me first under the stadium bleachers. But Adrian says nothing. "What do you have to say for yourself, Cross?" Dad asks. "I'm sorry, Coach," Adrian replies. "I let you down. I let the team down." "And my brother," Ethan adds harshly. "You let me down worst of all." "I know," Adrian's voice is barely audible. "I know I did." I wait for him to explain. To defend what we had. To tell them it wasn't just some casual hookup or manipulation instead he doesn't.

I have a fortune worth more than ten billion dollars, and I showed up to my high school reunion in an old hoodie. Someone asked how I'd been doing. I gave them a pained smile. "Bad investments. I owe seven million." The words were barely out when the prom queen on my right quietly slid her chair away from me. The class president on my left clapped me on the shoulder, then turned around and went off to toast somebody else. I took in every expression in that room and played my part to the end. After it broke up, a transfer notice popped up on my phone. $100,000 received. Underneath it was a note. [This is all I have right now. Use it for the emergency. There's no rush to pay me back.]

Then his expression became cold again. “Listen carefully.” he suddenly said and I nodded automatically. “Nobody at school must know about this, not a single soul. I am not your step brother, we don't live together. We are not related and I don't know someone as lame as you. If you as much as breathe this to anyone, I will ruin you I promise.”

That must be the reason he also liked her son. Eden did not notice that Edric was standing quietly on the side and looking at him. He was focused on playing the ball as he counted, "One, two, three..." All of a sudden, the ball in his hand rolled to the side. Just then, a bald man, Brock, came over with his son, Tim. Tim looked like he was older than Eden. When he saw the ball, he immediately picked it up and held it in his hand. Eden saw them and said, "Give it back to me."

A couple of months after burning the second arena down, Edur tells me that our CEO, Mr. Brodski wants to see us. “Do you know what this is about?” I ask him. “No, but our team is the best that he has, so I’m sure it’s not bad.” Edur says. The man lets everything roll off his back. Nothing upsets or stresses him. We are escorted to Mr. Brodski’s office where he greets us, literally, with open arms. He hugs Edur before turning and hugging me.