Eddie X Narrator Novels & Stories

My phone didn’t show anything special, so I stopped filming and crouched down, face to the dark corner. “I can’t see you, but I know you’re there,” I said to the dust dancing in the scant daylight that reached the spot. “I’m Fran, and this is my friend Edward. Do you have a name?” The only answer we got was another growl, more menacing because I was closer. “D’you think it can speak, Edward?” I asked, my eyes still scanning the corner for any kind of shadow that didn’t belong there. “I don’t know.” “Can you hear me? Can you understand me?” I huffed. “Sorry. Let’s do something: if you do, please knock or tap on anything, make a noise other than a growl.”

he said and i smiled to myself Edwardo has a bad past and remembering it will make his loose focus "Perfect"i replied and ended the call tbc

Unlocking the door, I stepped inside, the familiar scent of Chloe's crayons and apple juice a strange comfort. "And where have you been?" I turned around to where the disgruntled voice had come from. It was Eddie, leaning against the wall and shooting lasers at me with his eyes. He was glaring at me so hard that I had to fight the urge to look back just to be certain there wasn't someone behind me that he was referring to. Eddie's POV

It felt like stepping into another world. I began to scan the shelves for anything that looked like it might hold valuable information. I reached a section labeled “Historical Records” when I heard footsteps behind me. Before I could turn, a familiar voice drawled, “Hello, my love.” Damnit. Fear tightened on the edge of the shelf. Slowly, I turned to see Eddie leaning casually against the doorway with a smirk playing on his lips.

Also there will be a new man! Nina Morrison: cheers herself up, like injecting the artificial chicken blood. After the self-encouragement, she feels much better. She is about to go out for a meal to celebrate her new life and her phone rings. Nina Morrison looks at it, "Eddie". It takes her a long time to remember. Isn't this the subway worker who accosted her the other day? She doesn't expect him to actually contact her. "Hello. Is that Nina Morrison?" Eddie's voice is a little angry, not like accosting, but more like a punitive expedition.

"What?" "Mr. Patterson. The math teacher. He was chaperoning the boot camp. He was the one with the camera during the trip. I heard him talking about footage he got of some students in the cabin. I didn't think—I didn't know it was you guys. I just thought he was being creepy." The world tilts. Mr. Patterson. The teacher who's always been nice. Who always praised my hockey playing. Who Lila talked to about her college plans. Who Kai once mentioned asked a lot of personal questions.

Mark absently nodded his head and said, “okay, if you say so then...” “Thank you... I will be right back," said Eddy, and walked away. Eddy hopped inside his car and thought for a while before driving away. {Hello, my readers how are you feeling about my story? Are you loving it or not? Please do drop your review and tell me about it. Your feedback and suggestions are heartily welcome. And also don't forget to read the sequel of this story "Rise Of Vampire Era" exclusively on Goodnovel. And let me tell you it is completed and has only 58 chapters. You can give time, right? Hoping to get your love and support, Dazzling Star}

When I got to his shop—a hole-in-the-wall sandwiched between a pawn store and a closed-down bakery—Eddie was already waiting behind the counter, disassembling a security camera with the patience of a surgeon. Eddie was the type of guy who blended into the background—unremarkable, if you weren't paying attention. He had the sharp eyes of someone who saw more than he let on, and the quiet patience of a man who'd spent too many years in the shadows. His hair was unkempt, dark and slightly greasy, as though he hadn’t bothered with it in days. He wore a faded leather jacket, the kind that had seen better days, with scuff marks on the sleeves and fraying at the edges. There was something about his

I slowly reached up and tucked a stray blonde lock behind my ear, my movements fluid and dangerously calm. “I greeted you the moment I stepped off the plane, Mother,” I said, my voice carrying back to her, low and resonant. “I acknowledged your existence by choosing to stay in this house. Anything more would be a performance, and I’m not on the payroll for your birthday theater.” I heard the collective intake of breath from the staff. Behind me, I heard the heavy, rhythmic thud of Eddie’s boots as he closed the distance. “She’s tired, mother,” Eddie said. His voice was a strange mixture of defense and ownership. He stepped up beside me, his hand hovering just inches from the small of my back

Jonathan’s face froze. Static filled the air. Vivienne frowned. “Something’s interfering.” The lights flickered again. The crystal cylinder dimmed. Then… A new face replaced Jonathan’s. Edmund Hale. He smiled calmly. “I’m sorry.” “I couldn’t allow them to finish.” The room froze. “This recording has been waiting for you almost as long as Jonathan’s.” Edmund looked directly at Elara. “And now…” “…it’s finally my turn to tell the story.” The projection dissolved into darkness.