Eddie X Narrator Novels & Stories

“I may not be ready for sexual intimacy, but I’ve got a working pair of ears? I don’t mind listening if you need to talk. Let’s start this out on a different foot. My friends call me ‘Eddie’.” “My friends call me ‘Mick’.” Through breakfast Michael had a chance to tell him all about how his friend had gotten hurt at work, and all the hassle and stress that was coming with it. Edwardo listened intently. He didn’t let on to it, but he was familiar with the story. The news studio he worked for had been trying to get an interview with the victim of that particular incident, considering it was sparking a social movement. He never thought Michael would be so closely involved with it.

After the waiter went away, Eddy poured a glass of water, Janelle said, "Tell me, what's going on." “Listen first." Eddy took out a mobile phone that could put the memory card, opened it, put the memory card in it, and then turned it on to find the recording play in the memory card. There was only an extra, which should be recorded from the middle. “If I drive the car and kill that woman as you said, wouldn't I go to jail?"

My fingers twitched weakly, brushing against something smooth and velvety. A chair creaked beside me. Then came the soft rustle of clothing, followed by his quiet sigh. He was here. Again. "You're stubborn, you know that?" Eddy’s voice was rough, like he hadn’t used it in hours. "Lying here, making me sit and talk to myself every day." Every day. My heart clenched weakly in my chest.

"Oh, god! I can't... I need more than fingers, Eddie. I’m empty. Fill me up. Give your mother that massive cock of yours. Now!" Eddie stood up. He didn't look rushed. He looked like a man about to perform a task he had mastered a thousand times. He unzipped his shorts and let them fall. When he stepped out of them, I nearly choked. He was huge. He made Jax and Silas look like boys. His cock was dark, thick as a brick, and pulsing with heavy veins that looked like they were carved from stone. "Turn over, Mom," he commanded. His voice was like a cold blade.

Her stomach went into free fall. “Please tell me you stopped filming?” she said through stiff, cold lips. The guy gulped and went puce, lowering the camera. “I…” Cassandra raised a shaky hand to her face. Her other one was still wrapped around the microphone. “Oh, God...” A low, threatening voice sounded near her ear, turning her blood cold. “Well done, Applegate! You’ve done a great job, congrats! You’d better be prepared for the fallout, bitch!”

He said and Cindy climbed the bed and with her knees, she moved closer to him. He made her lie down placing her head on his arm, and then he held the storybook with the other hand and started reading. The story was very sweet, so she didn't know when she slept off, he slowly moved his body away from her, dropped the book beside the pillow and left. He went to the other room and noticed that they were almost done with the work, the plumber was fixing everything back, then he gave Dean a sigh to follow him and he did. They walked through a door and instantly, Eduardo said, "No one has passed through this passage for over years... So I suspected that this is where the person passed through."

Uncle Matt finished. “Yes.” I said, my voice almost failing me. “The girls?” He asked. “They’re fine.” Adrian answered, because I couldn’t speak, I had no idea Eddie would come this far in search of Alannah. I hung up and I lifted my eyes to look at Adrian, I slightly pinched the bridge of my nose. “Who is Eddie Smith.” Adrian finally asked.

One day, I was feeling inspired and started writing when Mandy came over to ask, "Ginny, what are you writing?" I was just about to respond when Snowie said, "She's writing a story about a raven picking up rocks to get water, but accidentally falling for a flower." Mandy subconsciously looked at what I was writing. I could not block it in time. When she saw what I wrote was what Snowie said, she looked terrified. "I thought Snowie was faking it about hearing thoughts! How could she know what Ginny was writing?" Snowie replied calmly, "That's because I've always been telling the truth. I was just a little nervous back then, so I didn't hear her thoughts properly."

a voice says from the doorway. We all turn. Eddie is standing there, his tie loosened and his jacket gone. He walks over and joins the circle, sitting down with heavy grace. He reaches out, takes the cigarette from Jack, and takes a long drag. He holds it for a moment before passing the stick to me.

My jaw ticked and my first impulse was to sprout a lie—to bide time, "I didn't find anything." This time, his chuckle held a sliver of amusement, "The infamous Jericho Astor didn't crack a single piece of the code? Forgive me," Eddie's tongue swiped over his bottom lip before hooking the plump pillow between his teeth, "I don't believe that." "You don't have to believe it," sinking into the chair with a resigned huff, I added, "it's true."