Eddie Noodleman Romane & Geschichten

“And stop hugging around. You will scare people away.” “You didn’t tell me about your girlfriend, Leonard. I would have made this place colorful if I had known. I just wanted to annoy you” Dustin said. Leonard was speechless. He was about to talk when Eddie’s voice came in. “Hi, I’m Eddie and I’m working under Mr Lee. We aren’t…. dating” Eddie uttered with a pursed lips. She didn’t noticed that Leonard’s eyes turned darker as her gaze was only on Dustin who already gave her an unapologetic look.

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.

When he turned around, his broken nephew was staring at him bleary-eyed. “Sorry, Uncle Cornell. I’m such a loser.” Edgar sobbed. “I screwed up. She loved me… She was gonna have my boy even though I left her, but he didn’t make it… She called me, so I could be there when she laid him to rest. She said... she... couldn’t forgive... m-m-me....” “It’ll be alright, Eddie. It may not seem like it today, or tomorrow, but someday it won’t hurt as much. Come on, let’s get you outta these clothes and cleaned up.” Cornell struggled to get his nephew out of his wet, filthy clothes.

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 jerked a thumb to Edgard. “Who’s that?” “This is my old ropin’ partner, Ed Mancuso. Ed, this is the orneriest coot in the county. Which was why he and Harland West were such good buds.” Edgard thrust out his hand. “Nice to meetcha, Gus.” “A roper, eh? You any good?” “Used to be. I ain’t competing any more. But them rope skills do come in handy on the range.” “I hear ya,” Gus said. “So what brings ya by, Trevor?” He rubbed his gnarled hands together in exaggerated glee. “Got earnest money for me?”

he had just gotten from the registrar. “Uh… Thank you.” The two are almost the same height, but if you look closely, the man is only a few inches taller. She reached for her I.D., but his fingers were still on the other edge of it. “You’re welcome…” he paused and glanced at her I.D., his eyes narrowed, and his smile turned into a thin line, “Fertine, you’re welcome, Fertine Aladaw.” He smiled at her. “Yours too---” he cut her off.

The more rational voice was telling her, “Vivian, please calm down. That criminal has already been sentenced to death row. This is something that Liam’s confirmed. Dead men can’t come back to life. This is another person, a man who has nothing to do with it. He just resembles that criminal.” The man chuckled gently with slight helplessness. “Miss Caraway, I’m not a tiger. I don’t eat people. I’m Noelle Jones’ older cousin. My name is Edward Levin. Here, look. This is my identity card,” he said, pulling out his identity card from his wallet and walking towards Vivian, intending to show it to her. However, Vivian instinctively shrunk back. He could see her flinching, so he paused midway, leane

A loud shout came from behind. A group led by a middle-aged man rushed over. “Wait!” The captain’s expression turned heavy when he saw the middle-aged man. He stopped his security guards as he, too, froze on the spot. The man was the person in charge of the exhibition center. Eddie recognized the middle-aged man as well. Annoyed, he said, “Mr. Cracker, someone is causing trouble here at the exhibition center. I am asking the security to throw him out.” Wes Cracker, the person in charge, grunted heavily and bellowed, “I don’t need you to teach me how to do my job! You are just the COO of Rove, you are not my boss!”

Then, Edwin stormed out with Trent and his group, ready to even the scores. As they walked to the lobby, they encountered someone approaching them. It was Andrius. Trent did not expect to run into Andrius and immediately pointed at him. “Uncle Edwin, it’s that little bastard! “He’s the one who broke my arm!” Trent’s eyes flashed with anger, burning with fury. “Boy, stop right there!” Edwin immediately blocked Andrius’ path and said arrogantly, “I’m Edwin Huffman, the deputy director of Celestial Enterprise. You beat up my nephew, but I won’t make things difficult for you.

Ace and I knew better than to go against him so we collectively nodded in agreement. Gunnar wrapped his knuckles against the glass and, a few beats later, one of the bouncers opened the door and ushered us into a room that overlooked the crowded club. "You haven't brought the beautiful Quinn along," the man I knew as Eddie stood tall with a tailored suit hugging his build and expensive loafers covering his feet. His Cheshire cat grin and Italian accent had my stomach churning. The was no mistaking how dangerous this man was. One look and you knew he wasn't a man to be fucked with.