Eddie Venom Novels & Stories

Eddy yelled as his hand went over his heart, and Brair, along with my parents, ran to him as I managed to gain my footing using the dining table. “Then accept it.” I said coldly as I steadied myself again with the help of Uncle Oskar. “Never! I demand to know why you have changed!” Eddy screamed as blood began to pour from his eyes from his tears. “Because I am sick… that hunter poisoned me.” I lied as I had lied so many times to my friend. “But— then let us help you.” Eddy begged, wincing in pain, trying to stand with the help of his mate Briar. My father rushed to my side as my mother stood by Eddy.

"Him. This is Sven Markov. Eddie's trusted man and head of his security. He would give me that look. The look of lust. He would make my skin crawl. I had to stay close to Eddie to leave me alone." I could never forget that look on that bastard. Eddie was on the phone call; I was in the kitchen cleaning the dishes. Without noticing, Sven touches my ass and whispers in my ear with words he uses to describe if I were intimate with him. He even told me he gets hard and wants to plunge me inside with his huge...I felt disgusted. I thought forgetting him would make my life happy, but once I saw his picture, unpleasant memories flashed before me. My whole body is shaking when he almost...Ugh! I don

i yelled Instantly i started sweating ,I really wantnto pee this time I felt tears gathered in my ears as his name kept ringing in my ear "Edwardo Cheng" "So do you still need to pee"he asked "NO"i replied back and he nodded what have i done How did i get myself into this If only i knew ,i would have left my face like that or maybe i would have done an alien makeup instead of zombie Okay i need to stop saying trash and find a solution to my problem Sir Edwardo is the most richest man i know and heard of

Tattoos stemmed from his neck, down his almond-colored arms. His brown eyes were unreadable, but he remained respectful and greeted me with a bow. “Miss. Raina, I am Eddison and I understand that you have a job for me.” “Oh yes!” I corked my water bottle and gave him the Intel. “She’s been harassing me and I need to have a talk with her.” He frowned, and his brows dropped in concern. “Has she threatened you?” I opened my mouth to answer and paused. An intoxicated scent hit me, flying down my throat. Cardamom and Amber. His heavy aura lanced through the territory and my breathing picked up.

She watched the Diva’s building fade as they moved further from 68th. She felt happy. As happy as she had felt when she had gone to the winter Carnival with Flynn. As happy as she had felt when Flynn had kissed her. she just hoped it would last. The sound of BLACKPINK lovesick girls filled the car as her phone rang in her pocket. The caller ID showed Mr. Declan, her boss and the chief Coroner of Kenwood. She hurriedly picked the call. ‘Cavendish…’ He said in a grave voice. ‘You’d better get your ass down here. 56th Avenue.’ ‘What’s going on?’ she asked, alarmed. ‘We just found another body.’

Meanwhile. Eddie had gotten out of the car, clutching a tree and vomiting violently. Between his retching, he managed to give Hazel a thumbs-up. “Boss, you’re incredible! You still dare to mess with Damon Price? I’ll die happy if I never have to witness a scene like this again.” Hazel slowly tied her hair into a high ponytail, the upward tilt of her eyes adding a seductive charm to her expression. "It was just a warm-up. Nothing to brag about. By the way, get me a few people."

Her presence is the only thing deterring me from doing worse, from pulling out the knife in my boot and showing him what real pain feels like. I lean down again, casual as hell. "So start talking, buddy. First things first... how the fuck did you record her?" Eden sobs and snots. Fresh blood pools from his lip and drips down his chin onto his shirt. His whole body is trembling from the cold, but he's got that defiance written all over his face. "FUCK YOU! FUCKING BASTARD!" he screams, trying to manage the pain. I grunt an amused laugh. "With all the pleasure in the world, you sad piece of shit."

“Sure.” Victor lights the thing using the unpredictable flames in front of them, nearly burning his fingertips before pressing the filter to his lips. He inhales, the nicotine flooding his system immediately, along with the smooth taste of tobacco. “What are you doing out here?” Victor asks. “Not interested in mingling?” Edward exhales plumes of gray vapor, staring into the fire with laser focus. “No, I’m the same as you.” “The same as me?” Victor repeats. “I got shot in the head,” Edward recaps. “Then I lost a sizable chunk of my memories. My mate keeps hiding sh*t from me, trying to make things go back to the way they were. All the while, I’m playing catch up, wondering who I can trust.”

Dad stand up, as does my mom, the beta follows, then me and Tristan, and finally the enforcer, we're not meaning any jokes anymore. "She's ours now, if you want a war start one, we're not giving her up" dad says walking out of the bar, we all follow him. Dad is one hell of a badass, I agree on every word he said, we're not giving Eden up, she's my Eden.

Miller, who had hidden in an abandoned warehouse without food or water for ten days just to film this, was now insisting it was evidence. He ignored the Director's scorn. His bloodshot eyes remained glued to the screen. "Just watch." He rushed over, his finger trembling as he hit pause, then zoomed in on the image. And zoomed in again. Until the back of the neck of one of the fighters, a man called "the Beast," filled the entire screen. The fighter was being ground into the mat by his opponent, sweat and blood washing over his skin. On the back of his neck was a twisted, burned scar.