Eddie X Narrator Novels & Stories

Hearing Edwards's voice has cooled off my tense nerves because I was beginning to suspect that a ghost had just entered the house. "You won't believe it if I tell you that the sitting-room door has been opening on its own, which was creeping me out". I said with my eyes slightly closed. The reason why I closed my eyes was to calm my breathing down. "Gush!. I'm in total surprise…… please tell me more". Edward said, with a deep bold voice…… which made me quickly turn around….. because the last time I checked….. Edward doesn't talk at all. Immediately I turned around to stare at the person who I taught was Edward…… I was Damm surprised to see a human in beast form.

She didn’t know if this was her world, or if she knew anyone there. “You are confused aren’t you?” a man appeared near Anabel. Anabel turned around, her heart jumped into her throat. “Who are you?” she said shaking her head. “I’m not confused, I am just lost.” “Isn’t that the same thing?” he said taking a step towards her. “My name is Eddie; do you want to have something to eat?” “Um no thank you, I will find my food.” She said shaking her head.

“What is with you, hmm? What do you want? Every year around now, you act like a spoilt child that got coal in his stocking. I’m sick of it. I’m tempted to remove the door from the pantry and force you to live in the open. That’s it come on, show yourself, you little bugger. You have explaining to do. I’m sick of the guessing games. You’ve got a warm, dry place. We left food for you, and clothes. You need to fae up and learn to live here. If not, we’re going to punt your butt out into the cold. I don’t want to see that. We need to agree on something that works for everyone.” Eddie was standing there with a bottle of beer in his hand. He was talking to the closed door. He knew what was in that

It had been half an hour since Ella and Eddie began the drive to her village home. The conversation had started out as awkward but as the minutes went by, Ella and Eddie both relaxed. He began by telling her all sorts of stories about his hometown and how much fun he had growing up by the lakeside. After bouts of laughter from both of them, Ella loosened up considerably and shared about her childhood as well. She remembered how much her father had spoiled her and how she enjoyed life with her brothers. This was a stark contrast to the current circumstances she faced, and she found herself summarising her life’s story. Eddie listened intently, only interrupting once or twice for clarification

They then start to grapple with your aching and weakened body and I laugh at how they are so eager to penetrate you all at the same time. Eddie struggles with his jockstrap to bring out his long throbbing tackle. Within moments, he is already masturbating furiously to his mind’s visual image of Lyra being sexually molested by these three burly horny strangers. However, he is suddenly aware of a cellphone tone echoing from a distance. He ignores it.

When he was about to leave the car I put a recording chip on his dress and when he was gone I shut the door. I put on a face cap then put an earphone in my ears. I waited for a few minutes and after several noises I heard the bang of a door. The hush got me nervous but after a while I heard Mark's voice…. ["Eddie, where have you been?" Mark asked. "I went home to handle some things," Eddie replied. "Okay, good to have you back. We figured out a few things from a few victims that survived and finally we are this close to having a lead," Mark said back up with sounds of ruffling pages.

I know what a handshake is, but it would be my first experience of it, so I stare at his hand for a full second before grasping it, his grin falters, but he’s quick to smile. “Alex.” “Eddie, Eddie Benson.” “Nice name, are you from the outer walls? I hear there are a lot of people our age hiding out there too.” he speaks fast, his grip on my hand stronger. I flash him an uneasy smile, but they aren’t done. They fire rapid questions, giving me no time at all to answer any of them. There’s a loud shrill in the air, and everyone pauses. I can finally breathe. But it looks like they can’t breathe.

Eddy spoke, taking a few steps towards where we stood. My foot shifted on its own, a step backward. Eddy's gaze returned to me. I balled my fingers into fists beside me. "I was on my way to the kitchen for some water. I heard a noise," I spoke before I was able to stop myself. Eddy chuckled. "Or... perhaps you were craving a bite of sandwich when the day had barely started." His words tore through my heart like a clean push of a sharp dagger. My body stilled with shock, but not surprise.

*** Back at his apartment, Eddie was making a rushed phone call to his mother while packing. “Hi, Ma, it’s me. Things are going great, thanks. Hey, I wanted to tell you that . . . no, I didn’t see that news story on TV. Tell me all about it in a minute, Ma, because . . . oh, uh huh. Uh huh.”

“Sweet, I’m going to stretch my legs a little, then I’ll be back so we can get food.” “Sounds good,” I agreed. “Don’t talk to strangers.” He laughed. “Sure thing, boss.” Eddie climbed out of the car and walked in the direction of the gas station. I got out too and walked around to the gas pump. Tristan stepped out and stretched his arms above his head without muttering a word. I watched as his shirt slightly lifted, exposing his body. I remembered running my fingers over his torso, the way his muscles felt under my fingertips…