Eddie X Narrator Novels & Stories

“I am being realistic, you big oaf. All we can do is stay and wait, maybe we will get an opening but since we have limited options, let us conserve our strength because when we do get out, we are going to be facing a lot of men.” “I do not want to kill anyone anymore. I have enough blood on my hands already.” Eddy said “It is them or us. Make up your mind, but for now, we can relax, as we can in this uncomfortable, smelling, god fucking…” “Okay, okay I get it, chill. God I wish Kendall was here right now.” He mumbled as his wolf replied, “You are just wishing you could shove your mouth down his cock and take him. Horny pervert.” Unfortunately their bonding time was caught short as Eddy heard

Then, I said, "Maybe Edgar's death hit Tom hard. Tom used to get bullied, and in college, he'd try to please us out of habit. Edgar's the one who told him he didn't have to and treated him as an equal. "After Edgar died, Tom holed up in his place, stopped going out, and wouldn't reply to anyone. I just saw Edgar's phone in his pocket. That message was from Tom." It was only then that it hit me. When the officer pounded on my door with his face covered in blood, there was no malice in his eyes, only a plea for help. As the banging died away and he slipped from the peephole, it was because he had bled out and dropped in front of my door. He was only moved into the stairwell later.

“Shh, don’t say that. What if he curses you?” I ignored the whispers and walked straight to the multimedia control desk. Down in the audience, Hugh was watching me, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Over at the control console, Jocelyn flashed me a strange, unsettling smile. I plugged my flash drive into the computer and announced, “Good afternoon, professors and fellow students. I’m Edward.”

Her presence, light and confident, was unremarkable to most but under Eddie’s gaze, and against me, it felt like a small storm. He watched from behind the glass. Occasionally, his eyes flicked to us. Brief, calculated, deliberate. Never interfering. Never smiling. Just aware. By the end of the day, my patience was stretched, but intact. At six, I stood. “You’re leaving?” Eddie asked. “Yes,” I said, weary but composed. He paused, studying me longer than necessary. “Good. Tomorrow will be heavier.” I nodded, silently acknowledging the weight of those words. Eddie’s POV

Now lying on his side gazing up into the man’s face in a shaky disbelieving voice, he whispered… “Jack.” With a satisfied grin, Ed closed his eyes. ***