Eddie Noodleman Novels & Stories

Upon looking at his face, her mind suddenly went blank as her eyes widened in shock. What a handsome man… "Mom! Mom, look! This man is so good looking! Who is he? Do you know him?" Hilda quickly asked as she tugged on Connie's dress. He must be pretty famous to be on the international promotional video. After Connie raised her head, she was able to catch a glimpse of the person in question before it was replaced by one of fried spring rolls. Nevertheless, she had a good look at the man whom Hilda mentioned and immediately turned her head in disgust while coldly saying, "His name is Nathan Clemon, a business man who has been dead for years. It seems like the video is outdated."

"It's nice to see you under... well, slightly less chaotic circumstances." A small laugh escaped me. "I'm afraid I wasn't exactly paying attention earlier." "You had bigger priorities," he said with an understanding nod. "If my father had been rushed to the hospital, I probably would've run me over too." Dad chuckled. Zane let out a quiet laugh from where he stood by the window. Dad shook his head affectionately. "This is Edward Collins." Edward grimaced playfully. "Technically, yes. But please don't call me Edward” He leaned in slightly with a conspiratorial grin. "You can call me Eddy, much cuter don't you think?”

A man could dream, however. Speaking of dreams: A man walked by, eating a fresh miniature doughnut from the vender, and stopped abruptly when he heard Eddie play. “I like that song, boy. Did you write it?” “Yes, sir,” Eddie said politely. He could be extremely polite if he wanted to, and something about this man’s tailored slacks and friendly face told him that he wanted to. The man dug into his wallet for a five dollar bill and tossed it in Eddie’s guitar case. He also tossed in a business card.

taking out five dollars in ones I reach out to hand them to him only for him to shack his head no. "What's your name" he asks catching me off guard, here I thought this Adonis of a man was just going to ignore me while we waited. "Harper, Harper Lewis" I hate my name with a passion, I still to this day have no idea why my mom named me Harper. I reach my hand out for him to shake and ask him what his name is. "Nixon Marsh" he shakes my hand and I feel sparks as if he was electrically charged and I pull my hand away quickly.

If not, there was skiing. Those checking-in would be later in the morning because of travel being slowed for safety. Eddie was working on fixing the pantry door again. Jody could hear him cursing the door and the boggart he insisted lived in the pantry. Eddie was the handyman around the Blue Moon and the hamlet. He’d been here forever, and he looked like it too—a big bushy beard which was just like his hair, whiter than the snow outside. Eddie could pass for Santa on vacation around here. He was a cheerful person mostly, unless he was fixing something that wouldn’t stay fixed, like the pantry door.

Eddy, who still sat in the coffin, let out a bark of laughter that made the others' skin crawl. "You're so smart, Kirk. Don't tell me you don't know what to do. Aren't you supposed to tell Caroline your identity, my dearest Uncle Kirk?" "Uncle?" Caroline's expression shifted immediately. "You heard that right." Eddy turned to face her. His eyes bore a look of both hatred and love. "You don't know about this yet, do you? Kirk's my second uncle and the CEO of SY Group. He was involved with Grandpa's death!"

How could he be so close to Janelle in front of him? Eddy was caught off guard and stepped back a few steps. There was a salty taste in its mouth. He wiped the corner of his mouth and there was blood on the back of its hand. He raised his head and looked at the man who hit him. He was a little confused. In his memory, he had no contact with this person, but he looked somehow familiar. Suddenly, Eddy remembered where he had seen him. He was a regular guest of Financial News. He was the youngest rich man.

He looked a bit annoyed, and I couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. "Hey Eddie, what's up?" I asked, trying to sound casual. Eddie looked at me and then at the empty bowl of noodles on the table. "Are you seriously eating instant noodles again?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I felt a bit embarrassed. "Uh, yeah. I was hungry and didn't have anything else," I said, shrugging. Eddie let out a sigh and pinched my cheek. "You need to take better care of yourself, Luna," he said, in a domineering but still affectionate tone.

The groans of the injured echoed faintly against the marble walls. And in the middle of it, him. Nolan. Standing tall, chest heaving, blood soaking his shirt. His eyes were still sharp, searching the room as though he refused to let his guard down even now. He was tending to a few who are wounded. He was taking care of them, making sure that they were all right. He was helping out with lifting anything that was heavy. But I saw it. The way his left shoulder hung wrong. The deep gash along his collarbone, still dripping. He was doing his best not to show, but I knew that it hurts him. I had seen the way the rogue bit him.

Edmond was sitting in front of me, watching me drink wine while he enjoyed his espresso. "Now can I learn more about Mr. Lan?" I asked, swirling the red liquid in my glass. He took a deep breath and finally started speaking, "First of all, I want to officially introduce myself… I'm Neil Edmond, Mr. Lan's assistant. Since you've just become my boss's fiancée, you should call me by my first name. It could sound awkward otherwise." "All right… Neil." I smiled nervously.