Eddie Noodleman Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

Julian watched, and Eddie looked embarrassed, but the man still hid it because of his high pride. "No matter what, we have to meet Mr. Dante Vascos." Eddie said it determinedly as two of his workers cheered him on. Julian nodded his head; he knew the actions of the man in front of him. As someone who was always behind the scenes, Julian knew important people in various cities in this country.

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.

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.