Eddie Noodleman Novels & Stories

"Hey, as long as I get a cape, I'm good." The nurse came in a little while later, a cheerful woman named Jasmine who'd been one of Eddie's favorites. "Good morning, superstar. How're we feeling today?" "Hungry," Eddie croaked. Bryan and I exchanged a look. It was the first time in days he'd asked for food. Jasmine beamed. "That's what I like to hear. I'll check with the doctor, but we might be able to get you some ice chips soon." "I want pizza," Eddie declared, his voice still thin but firm.

Cindy said worriedly. "What did you say is his name again?" Madam ponny asked pretending not to have heard the name she mentioned the first time. "Eduardo Hudson, the manager of Ork King Enterprises," Cindy mentioned his name again and Madam Ponny nodded and smiled. Doing that, she asked, "Cindy did you have his picture with you?" "Yeah, I think so... Let me search for it," Cindy answered patiently and brought her phone out. She searched through her pictures and found Eduardo's picture.

“Not any kind of man, okay? Good looking men! And why do you care by the way? Don’t come and start acting like you’re my parent or something.” Eddy scoffed and raised his hands in the air. “Well, my bad. I’m not your parent. Have fun.” He uttered and headed right for the dining table. Noah clenched his jaws and before he could continue walking to Natasha’s room, Natasha was done and she also stepped out. “Hey, why are you standing there?” She asked without realizing that Eddy was in sight. “I was having an unpleasant conversation with my super annoying brother.” He answered, and this was when Natasha looked up. She saw Eddy sitting at the dining table. He seemed to concentrate on his food.

Lisa cried and I went to stand beside her, placing my arm around her neck, I drew her closer and told her it will all be okay and that Nanny McPhee is in a better place. “Connor!” Uncle Matt called as he made his way over to us with a young man walking behind him. “This is Joe, the one I told you is my inside man with Eddie and Steve?” He explained, introducing the man with him to us and Connor nodded giving him an handshake. “Uhm. I had to find my way over here secretly.” Joe started saying. “Eddie is badly enjoyed and the big Boss is mad at the fact that you escaped so they’ve kinda came up with a new plan.” He added as we were all interested in the details.

A few moments later, the man returned with a young man with a curt face, wearing a formal work uniform. "I leave you two here. I still have a lot to take care of," said the man again, before finally leaving him with the curt man. The crowd of cafe staff, who was standing some distance behind him, immediately dispersed voluntarily as soon as the curt man cast a sharp glare at them all. "Your name?" The man's curt tone intimidated Raymond a little. "Raymond. Raymond Cooper." "Oh." The man turned around, motioning for him to follow the man. "I'm Edward Groningen, but you can call me Edward."

"He'll know by tonight that Reeves is dead and the drive is in play. He'll move fast." She walked out of the diner without looking back. Cole sat with the drive in his palm and stared at the table. I sat across from him. Waited. "My team," he said finally. "Martinez. Cho. Reeves." He stopped. "Not Dana Reeves. Different Reeves. Eddie Reeves. Twenty-six years old. Had a kid he'd never met yet." He set the drive flat on the table. "I went to his wife after. Told her he died well. Told

This was his world, and tonight it felt colder than ever. He limped away from Kalu’s worried gaze, slipping quietly between containers until he reached a faded corner where old dock laborers gathered. Most of these men had been working here for decades, their skin weathered by salt and sun, their eyes sharp with secrets. One figure caught his attention—a large, burly man named Jonah. Eddie had heard whispers about him—Jonah once worked closely with Cassiel before disappearing from the syndicate’s radar. Eddie approached cautiously. “Jonah.”

Long silence. "So I'm right... She doesn't know yet, does she, Castaneda?" Bien stops himself from unconsciously crushing the phone. Just in time, too. "So what do you want, Eddie?" "I need you to help out a friend of mine." "I'm sure he's no friend of mine, right?" "Bravo, give the man a prize! How right you are, Bien. Remember your old bodyguard?" "Nick? How do you know each other?"

That’s who she was. His best friend. At least… she used to be. Today marked the first day of senior year at Woodstock High, and while Eddy should have been excited, something felt missing. Without her, it wasn’t the same. Eddy, short for Edward Loraine, was seventeen, the quarterback of the Woodstock High football team. Popular. Handsome. Known as a ‘player’ simply because he flirted too much. Girls adored him. Boys wanted to be him. His grades were good, which only added to his charm.

These shots made the phone pics look tame—full-on bedroom stuff. Sophia set them down, lifting her tea for a measured sip, tone dripping sarcasm. "Mr. Sullivan, your hobbies are something else. Snooping on folks in the sack now?" Edgar's eyes narrowed a fraction—clearly not the freak-out he'd banked on. "Quality's beside the point." He drawled it casual. "Key fact: this guy's no dad of yours." "Name's Todd Ward. Pro con man, plays whatever role pays. Laundry list of aliases."