Eddie Kaspbrak Novels & Stories

Since he stepped into the living room, he had worn a frown on his face, though Eddy’s parents didn’t seem to care. “Yes. Can you at least smile? Natasha said she got this.” Olivia answered. “Mom, Dad. My fiancée will be here soon.” Eddy responded with a fake smile. He sat next to his parents and looked at Mr. Miller, Natasha’s father. “I don’t think we have met, have we?” Mr. Miller asked with a straight face. “No, we haven’t. Good day, sir. I am Eddy Gracias, I believe you have known this before.” He answered with a chuckle and began to act nervous.

The directors exchanged nervous glances, each hoping someone else would gather the courage to speak. At last, a middle-aged man—the Director of Property—summoned his voice. It quivered as he began, “M-Mr. Sagara, this decline was caused by the property market slowdown. Many projects were delayed due to the new government regulations that—” BANG! Sagara straightened in his chair and tapped the file against the table. The sound wasn’t loud, yet sharp enough to jolt the entire room. His gaze locked on the man before him—piercing, like a blade slicing through flesh.

His patience was thin tonight. "Come in," he said gruffly. The door creaked open, revealing Spade—a fresh-faced fighter, still learning the rules of the game. Bruises lined his jaw, a split lip still raw from earlier. "Hey, Kane. Can I talk to you for a moment?" Kane's gaze flickered back to the clock. Almost 2 AM. Mona was waiting. "Yeah," he muttered. "Come in." Spade stepped inside, shifting uneasily. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, shoulders tense.

ALVA The sound of the car engine roused me from my half-sleep as Nikolas pulled up in front of me. That was what I got for insisting I made breakfast for all three of us despite staying up super late the night before and playing a game of 'we aren't really strangers' with Nikolas. For me, it was some sort of escapism. When Nikolas got through to me, it always felt like I was betraying Charis' memory. At the same time, it felt wrong to continue to judge Klaus by actions he committed in the past when it was crystal clear he wasn't that sort of person anymore. I patted an equally sleepy Samuel and carried him in my arms. He had an appointment today, and while I wanted to follow him, I had schoo

Just like her mother she too is a party animal. Octavius Carter – The leader of Caspian Cosca based in Caspian Nyqua who had a chiselled face that goes with his chiselled chest. The most handsome leader of any Cosca and women are crazy about him. Many women don’t mind getting bought by him. He is responsible for the Protection racketeering and extortion part of the business. Kubo Kayo – A tall, stoic-faced man who rarely showed any emotions, an expert in martial arts, a mechanical engineer who works as consigliere for Caspian Cosca.

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

As time flew by, Edward could feel his heartbeat increase by the second. “What do I do? Can I send it to someone else?” he questioned himself but taking a second look at his staff, he was sure there was none to handle the job so well as he would. When it was almost time to leave, Edward took his car and drove to Carlson Empire. Presenting his ID at the gate before he was allowed entrance was something he had not expected. “Hello Mr Frank Edwards, you may please have a seat while you wait on the boss,” Brandon said, taking him into the private launch. “What may I offer you?” Brandon asked.

To the right, a picture of Harou himself; In the middle, a picture of Blake with darker eyes in a deep green and hazel; and to the right, a picture of Damian, or as Harou likes to call him, Keiran. Blake nods in disbelief. "This, can't be real. This is . . . . What is this?"

Jessica didn't answer and averted her eyes on the road. She wished that this'll be over soon. - JESSICA "Finally! The great Philip Edwards have arrived." A girl approached us, well Philip alone but since I was with him, I meant us. The girl had an afro kind of hair and was very slim. She's really gorgeous. "Why the fuck are you here?" He spat at the girl. Why is he always like this to people? "Chillax Mister sassy mouth, since we're all going to the party, we decided to take the same flight as you." She explained and I saw Philip's eyes furrow.

“Thompson! I’ll get you! “ I heard him say outside my apartment as he banged the door. My heart was racing as I waited for him to go. Only when I heard his footsteps retreating did I relax. I could have talked to him and asked him to give me more time. However, the chances of him doing that were thinner than a Jimmy Choo heel. I threw my bag across the room in frustration and paced my room. The only way I could pay off the rent was if I asked my manager at the bar I worked at night to pay me early. I blinked back the tears threatening to fall down my face, refusing to be weak. Crying wouldn’t solve anything. Needing to take my mind off things, I made myself coffee and sat down with my lapto