Eddie Munson Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He walked into the living room and took a seat beside her brother, who shuffled over to make room in his now very dirty sleeping bag while mumbling a hello. "Eddison." Dylan nodded. "What are you watching?" "Some cooking show," Dylan shrugged. Why Mr Pokémon Spaghetti was getting excited about Gordon Ramsey cooking a beef wellington was a mystery to Alice. "Let's watch a film instead," Dylan said, picking up the remote. The film he chose was Trainspotting, and though he was clearly trying to make Eddison feel some sort of negative emotion, the film had the opposite effect. Eddy got invested in the movie, pointing out all the plot holes and explaining why the movie was unrealistic. Having an

Fega asked, surprised. "Always. They all thought I love Alan. That is not wrong though; who wouldn't? He is eye candy, and he is a Zang. Zang men never let go no matter what. And he is so responsible; he protects me always. But Eddie, Eddie makes my heart skip. But he never looks my way, not even once. It is like I do not exist in his universe. Oh, how I can't wait to see the expression on his face when he hears about this?" She smiled in triumph as she walked off. Fega laughed quietly. The voices from the dining room had faded off as well.

“Elena’s not dead.” Abby stepped back. “What?” Edward’s face was pale. “I thought she died. I was told she did. But… I got a letter last year. It was unsigned. No return address. Just one sentence.” “What did it say?” Abby whispered. Edward swallowed. “She’s watching you.” (Please guys like,comment,support and follow me)

“Glad you could make it. And you brought….your fiancée.” Eden kept his hand on my waist as we sat. I stayed quiet, playing the part, my body tense.The conversation started normal,contracts, energy deals, tech investments,they both went on. Eden’s voice stayed calm and commanding, but I could feel the tension in his body beside me. Monroe kept glancing at me, his eyes lingering too long on my legs, my chest.After twenty minutes, Eden’s phone rang. “I need to take this important call from my team.”He stood, squeezing my shoulder.

“You prey on desperate people. You tell lonely women their husbands are cursed, tell grieving parents their children need spiritual cleansing, and charge terrified people for miracles that never existed. You deserve everything that’s happening to you.” “And Mason? He does too? Is that why he’s in the ICU?” My heart almost stops. “What do you mean?” “Eddy got to him. He broke both of his legs. They punctured his lung.” I turn toward her and watch tears spill down her face. “You did this, Jade. You and that Hemsworth monster.”

I knew and felt deeply that deadly fear, that devastating feeling of loneliness, the tremor of being in the same place as the murderer, the anxiety of not knowing what would happen to him, the damage caused by not being able to reach anyone. Eddie reached his hand through my hair, grabbed my chin, and lifted my face towards him. "What happened?" he asked spitting. "You were challenging me, why are you silent now? Where did it go, your rebellious girl weather that says I'm my own master?" My fingers were shaking. "Don't play with me," I barely whispered. My eyes were like the ocean filled with tears. "Why are you doing this to me?" Ed didn't answer right away. “Actually, we have a longer hist

Romeo asked. “i mean you've be smiling ever since we got back from school”. “yeah,that's right”. Morgan affirmed thoughtfully. “no i don't think so”. Eddie shook his head. “thanks a lot Eddie. Romeo smiled. “your welcome”. Eddie smirked “you know Romeo has been smiling ever since he came back from Mr. Lucas office” “what !” romeo exclaimed ,“i thought you were supporting me” “why will he？” Ryan asked. “i just wanted to say the gospel truth”.

That the nick of time and close to losing makes it more exciting the same way she feels during their missions. The boys just shook their heads in surrender. Noting that there is no one with normal interests in their family. Quinn has his car fetish while Ed has his tattoo shop surprisingly operating legally. Though the money he used for it is another story of course. Ed comes to her room at midnight, hungry. Raiding the fridge for food while Ace talks rubbish irritating him even further. "Good I just baked a turkey in the oven."

she murmured, her voice catching on the lingering ache of old scars. Mrs. Bellamy drew her in for a brief hug, soft and grounding. “We won’t, Eddie. Go rest now. You need it.” “We’ll take our leave now, Eddie. We just wanted to know if you were alright.” Mr. Bellamy said. “I will,” Eden said, a smile breaking through the tension. ***

Ever since Flynn and Rina left, we have not heard from them but at least the pack which they now rule were no longer a threat to us. Even after eleven years I still feel for Eddie who had to resign from being a cop. I see that the poor man still loved the job but for my sake gave it all up. Now he works as a farmer and his produce is fetching him income. Today was another great day which was one of Maxwell's favourite. It was a Saturday and we usually visited Eddie at the farm. Maxwell developed so much joy there because he loved the animals pretty much. “Alicia,” Marcus called to have my attention as he walked up to me with a cheerful smile on his face. His smile was still as charming as al