Eddie Flynn Series Novels & Stories

CHAPTER NINETEEN. Detective Flynn barged inside Sir Edwin's office, in rage. When he got there, Sir Edwin was on a phone conversation with someone. Detective Flynn, appeared to be about to speak. But he said nothing. He smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand and paced round the room, impatiently waiting for Sir Edwin to get off the phone. "I'll call your back." Sir Edwin ended the call that was supposed to take an hour. He looked up at Detective Flynn. There was a pause that seemed ready to become long and awkward.

Telling Flynn Lancaster to, quote, "handle the journalist problem." *Flynn carried out Cross's order. He's responsible. But Cross gave the command.* *Use this evidence. Destroy them. Both of them.* *I love you. Always.* *Daniel* Flynn. Flynn had killed Daniel on Cross's orders. Both of them were responsible. Both of them had gotten deals. But this evidence could change that. I photographed the letter. Packed it carefully. Made sure I had everything. Twelve USB drives. Hundreds of hours of footage. Audio recordings. Documents. Photos.

CHAPTER 5 Flynn on the other hand after Jace had gone out of the room quickly sprang into action, he was searching for clues that would tell him more about this mysterious stranger in front of him, the coincidence was just too much. He checked all the drawers but it either seemed to contain rows and rows of condom or it was locked. Was this man a nymphomaniac? “What was I expecting? A folder with a big heading saying ‘SECRETS’! I can mean to be so gullible sometimes!” Flynn said to himself after realizing his pointless actions.

Isabelle was terrified and couldn't understand how she had ended up in this situation. Then Rilan introduced me to Flynn, a knight who had been convicted of killing another knight in an illegal duel in Kizin. He was arrested by the local lord's guards and is now being held pending trial on Edios. Flynn was bitter towards his opponent, who had pushed him into this duel, but now he also regrets having lost his honour by committing such an act.

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.

Inside the room, I walked slowly and noticed Flynn crouched before it, with a flashlight beam dancing over folders and papers. His head snapped up as the floorboards creaked, and he remained motionless for a while. Then he bolted for the door. “Move!” I shouted, and we surged forward. He raced toward the exit. Diego slammed it shut behind him and turned the lock. Flynn spun with wide eyes, then drew a blade from his coat. “Don’t try it,” Max warned, leveling his gun. Flynn lunged. I caught his arm mid-swing and twisted until he dropped the knife with a cry. Max grabbed the other wrist and yanked it behind Flynn’s back, forcing him to his knees. Ella kicked the blade across the floor.

In the Flynn's house Mr Flynn sat in the living room as he took his time to watch the news today. He had been on a mission and he just came back so he wanted to meet up with what's going on. Right there the screen to the TV showed the latest news about Irene Flynn—his daughter.—IRENE FLYNN IS SAID TO HAVE SLEPT WITH A SECRET CEO TO HAVE BEEN ABLE TO BAG A ROLE IN DIRECTOR WANG'S PRODUCTION. This statement from the presenter made him clench his fist into a ball.

"She is tough. And you should know your best friend's pack better than me. His pack is elevated. They will be fine." Flynn twisted his head just enough to look at me, his eyes narrowed. "Are you sure? Because his packhouse also flooded in my vision." He paused, a shadow crossing his face. "And… from what I saw, someone died. Someone close to him." I stilled, my blood turning to ice. "Who?" Flynn's voice was barely a whisper. "His son."

God help me! Flynn's POV After signing the papers, I walked outside leaving my mother and daughter to keep up with my pace. Only God knows the amount of anger that was eating me up. They think a mere paper can hold me?? Ellie hasn't seen anything yet! As soon as Fiona and my mother entered the car,I zoomed off. I won't stop until I get Ellie back no matter what! Not even a restraining order can hold me! By the way, I have already taken care of that! There's nothing money can't do.., It can even buy the law.... *******

Not under my protection. “The Blacks?” Holden advises. “No, they wouldn’t be stupid enough to go against the no-aggression agreement we had in place while Flynn grieves his bastard of a son,” I say as I shake the white powdered debris from my hand. “Flynn is infamous for being a double-handed prick, boss. I wouldn’t put it past him after you have taken his most prized possession, and you’ve forced him to bury his son that no one knew he had. The families are talking, and they want to know why he kept his son a secret.”