Eddie Noodleman Novels & Stories

Coming from the ring, a tall, muscular black man with a bald head was wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt and shorts. He is Eddie, the owner of this MMA gym. Eddie's booming exclamation drew the attention of several pairs of eyes towards me. I stepped towards Eddie while looking back at them, none of whom I knew. "Eddie, long time no see. How are you?" I greeted him while doing a brofist. Eddie laughed loudly. He put his arm around my shoulder warmly. His consistently positive and energetic energy infected my sad soul.

I ate the pie in front of me slowly, taking my time. “Nothing important.” Was his answer. I smiled, then shook my head. “Roman Adams is a powerful man. But I want to remind you that I also possess power. And if there's anything he is planning that you have an idea of, I suggest you tell me now.” Eddie Wharton raised an eyebrow inquisitively. “I've always done my job. I don't care about your wars. I collect my dues, do what I'm supposed to do, and remain neutral. You know this.”

, I say through my link that we have open. All the men I have brought with me are familiar with the drill. No one attacks first. Eddie is harmless in a sense. He has a clean record. His mother is in a care home due to medical reasons. He has a sister who lives in Washington, DC, and a niece whom he adores and would probably do anything for.

He also took the chance to hold her hand in his. The moment his cold hand touched hers, Amanda finally noticed that Eddie was only wearing a thin jacket. “You should’ve worn something thicker,” Amanda commented as she quickly opened the door to let him in. When Eddie was inside, he explained, “I had already taken a bath when I noticed that you weren’t replying to my messages. When I tried calling you, I realised that I couldn’t get through, so I decided to come here personally.” Amanda took the food box and placed it on her dining table before getting a hot water bottle for Eddie to warm him up. Eddie smiled at her and accepted it before asking, “Is your name called Neilson?”

they assured him confidently. Edward nodded eagerly. “Good! Bring them here right away!” One of them immediately picked up the phone. “Is this 'Loud Rock' Rocky? It’s me. Yes, we’ve got a big job for you! And it’s a huge one!” In no time, a sharply dressed man with a crew cut arrived in the lounge, and a few suited henchmen accompanied him. True to his nickname, he had a rough, wild voice and a booming presence. He embodied the demeanor of an underground boss.

100. Nathan "Damn right, you shall," I thought fuming, anger at the injustice of the past few years surfacing again. This slick bastard needed to be buried 6 feet under, instead it was Noah whose corpse rotted away. Fighting to control myself, I forced a smile. "Excellent!" Eduardo replied, his face cracking open with a charming smile of his own and his hands extending for a firm handshake. "Who says you Gringos can't do business?"

Hearing him release another moan made me feel proud of myself. “Enjoying your food?” The man asked. I paused as I tried to listen once more. “Yeah, it's good. You may have a seat, Mr.…” The man introduced himself as John Edwards, making my eyes widen with fright. This couldn't be right, he couldn't be here. “Ok, Mr. Edwards. What can I do for you today?” I kept quiet as I listened to their conversation. Xander's dick was now forgotten and was getting soft because of my lack of attention.

He had a thick beard and looked a bit scruffy. “Miss Green, Mr. Lewis, I’m Eddie, the photographer for today,” he introduced himself and began discussing the details of the shoot.

The man sighs, “Yeah, but he’s talking about some funeral they’re all going to be at tomorrow, like he’s so fucking sure. You know he called in the bombmaker guy… What’s his name again? Uhm…” There’s a pause and the sound of snapping fingers as if he’s thinking hard, and Ash freezes. A bomb at the funeral? No! “Oh yeah, duh. Syd Wilson.” Ash brings out his phone and dials Eddie’s number, hoping he’s awake, and he moves back to the lounge quietly, pulling the door closed.

Eddie always made sure his family had enough food to eat. Eddie now had a profitable enterprise working in the Tobacco Field, and Raccoon Trapping. As Seasons changed Eddie would always find another enterprise. He would sale produce and watermelons on the side of the road. Work in the farm’s fields. Winter Deer season was approaching. Eddie had a new rifle and never killed a deer before. He watched the deer through the bedroom window for years. He dreamed on day of being able to kill one and have it for Christmas Dinner. His little sister Carol was looking forward to seeing Santa Clause.