Eddie Noodleman Novels & Stories

“You see, I told you... I told you it wasn't easy, but you wouldn't listen, now you see. For the past 3 hours, you've been setting this puzzle” “Yeah, you were right. I should have listened to you” Shoving a forkful of noodles into his mouth, he inquired... “Aren't you going to eat something? You haven't eaten since you came back” “Of course, I want to, and I would love if you get me some noodles too” “Well... That's not possible right now” “why?” “We had a deal” “Come on, I was just joking” “But I wasn't. I'll only let you get your noodles, if you will let me call you pops”

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.

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.

I stood as he ravaged me with his eyes, while water, sweat, I didn’t know which was more, dripped from the trousers, forming a pool at my feet. His eyes came up to mine, and he smiled. He stood from the black, metal chair at the opposite side of the entrance I just used. Ed Tanner. The Magic Man. Ed was a sensual man. Tall, slender, toned. A professional ballet dancer – in his public life – he moved like a reed in the wind. He was not handsome. That was not sufficient. He was as androgenous as the people I had met outside the changing room. In fact, he was more so, but he was male. If his long, sculptured neck with the prominent Adam’s apple was not enough, the near permanent bulge in his co

… Fifteen minutes later, a sleek car pulled up in front of the company. A well-dressed man stepped out, his hair neatly styled with gel, his features sharp and polished. The reporters' eyes lit up as they immediately swarmed toward him. "Are you Star Luna?" The man maintained a composed smile, his demeanor poised. "Yes, my real name is Eddie Palmer. “Over the years, I’ve chosen to stay out of the public eye because I believe that, as a literary creator, my duty is to focus on writing rather than seeking fame or profiting off my name.

“Both of you are at the top of the line in your work. You wouldn’t make things more difficult for mere children now, would you? “Brother Chad, please don’t make me look bad today. Let bygones be bygones, is that okay with you? “It was my classmate’s fault today and I deeply apologize. I’ll ask my father to set a table and treat you bosses to a nice meal. How’s that sound?” Eddie showed a face full of pride after he was done with his speech. Despite his father being in the seafood business, he was already a millionaire, quite a number of gangsters needed him to provide opportunities and put food in their mouths.

"Wait a second, how do you know my name?" "Oh, didn't I introduce myself?!" He tuts and smacks his forehead, then holds out his hand to me with a big friendly smile. I'm Edward Collins, you can call me Eddy. He is my cousin Nick" he points to who was sitting at the table behind him, I remember seeing the boy in the hat sit there after I arrived. He waves at me. He is a hacker. We investigate your name. "And that should reassure me?"

He said as a joke as Kendall punched him and said, "I am 30 years old. Not an old man. And fine I will allow this to continue. Just because you are good and do not inflate your ego. I don't want to deal with a big headed Eddy now. " He said as he relaxed on his chair and Eddy placed his hand on his body slowly massaging his body, releasing all knots.

said Nolan . " No , thanks ! I have files to finish and you a lot of data to register tech boy . " said Edward . " Bro , you are already smart enough . Why are you making me do something that you could finish faster than me ? " said Nolan . " And leave my bro without his monthly wage ? Am I that cruel ? " said Edward with a chuckle . " You are the devil , mister . Calling you cruel is far too light . " said Nolan with a smirk and both of them laughed .

Moana “She’s with me.” The bouncer whipped around to face the man standing on the stairs. I stood there, my eyes wide, as I realized that the man who was mysteriously helping me get into the bar was the same man who had almost hit me with his car on the street and then promptly threw me a wad of cash like I was a beggar: Edrick Morgan, CEO of WereCorp. I considered just turning around and leaving, but before I could, Edrick came down the stairs and waved the bouncer away, fixing his steely gray eyes on me.