Eddie X Richie Novels & Stories

Adrian said smilingly, “My last name is Xander and my name is Adrian.” “Adrian Xander? “You… You’re Adrian?!” Richie was almost roaring and his entire body twitched. He almost dropped to the ground the next moment. Richie came to realize that Adrian looked familiar because they had frequently met when Adrian was still a child. Moreover, this person looked similar to Henry in many ways. Richie had a mental breakdown because he had not expected Henry’s son, the extremely weak young man, to come seeking him out seven years after the incident. He said, “Adrian, listen to me. Your father’s death has nothing to do with me. I was a victim too!”

That's why you misunderstood. "But I'm done hiding. From now on, you get everything—honesty, support, whatever comp you're in. I'm there." Rhea tried pulling away, but he had her in a death grip. A car door slammed. Hank stepped up and decked him. "Let her go!" Eddie hit the ground. Hank yanked Rhea behind him. Eddie laughed. "So you're into him now, huh? But does he know? Know how obsessed you were with me? How you couldn't breathe without—"

I say leaning my head against his door. “I’ll come out once the food is ready!” My brother yells on the other side of the door. I start to make dinner for us, once the food is ready and the small kitchen table is set, Eddie comes out of his room. We have dinner together and I tell him about the incident with Alex Ricci at the convenience store. “He followed you again? That Alex is a persistent dude,” Eddie snorts. “He is a nightmare! I hate that he is part of our lives now,” I cry out.

"Mr. Rich makes me feel ancient." Kate rolled her eyes. "You are ancient, Dad." "Cruel. My own daughter wounds me." But he was grinning, completely unbothered. "You two hungry? I'm making stir-fry." "Starving," Kate said. "But we've got a project to work on, so we'll grab something later. Come on, Carol." Carol followed Kate toward the stairs, but not before glancing back one more time. Mr. Rich had returned his focus to cooking, completely unaware of how her eyes traced the line of his shoulders, the way his hands moved with such certainty, the small furrow of concentration between his brows.

He's been silent and attentive all this time, not saying a word. Edward smiles faintly. He hasn't fully disclosed everything about the problems he's been facing lately. He just doesn't want his friends to worry too much about his situation. "Even if I tell you, you wouldn't understand, Rich. I'm sure your brain wouldn't be able to comprehend it," he teases. "Damn it!" Richard curses. "Then why did you call me here?" "No hidden motives or purposes," Edward replies calmly. "Just wanted to have lunch with you."

He is dark-haired, is going to be handsome and has eyes unusually sharp in so young a face. "Dad? Linda said you wanted to see me." "Yes, let me introduce you to our potential new business partner. Richie, this is Mr Albert Kimberley...." "Nice to meet you, Richie." Al stands, offering his hand. "Nice to meet you too, Mr Kimberley." "Take a seat, Richie," says his father. "I'd like you to listen in on this." Al flashes a surprised look at that, but Edward chuckles. "My son has a head for business. Everything he helps me with turns to gold."

How could he be so close to Janelle in front of him? Eddy was caught off guard and stepped back a few steps. There was a salty taste in its mouth. He wiped the corner of his mouth and there was blood on the back of its hand. He raised his head and looked at the man who hit him. He was a little confused. In his memory, he had no contact with this person, but he looked somehow familiar. Suddenly, Eddy remembered where he had seen him. He was a regular guest of Financial News. He was the youngest rich man.

Even though we only had a short conversation, Derrick’s mother came by. When my checkup was over, a man in black told me that the chairman’s wife wanted to see me. My mind went straight to all those scenes in the novels. Had a rich heir fallen in love with me? Was his mother showing up to make me her son’s contract bride? Was I about to marry into money? In reality, Derrick’s mother placed a bank card on the table. “There’s eight million in it. I want you to leave my son.” Just like that, my dream of being a rich girl fell apart.

humorous and relaxed nature, a thousand percent different from the nature he had seen before. "Uh, is there a Mr. Eddie? Who did you want to see?" asked Victor, who had just realized that there was someone else there. "How are you, Mr. Victor? I would like to see Mr. Dante." Eddie replied, looking awkward. "Oh yeah, what's up? Can you talk to me?" I asked Victor very casually. "Really?!" exclaimed Eddie, who immediately covered his mouth in mock surprise. "Of course. Instead of standing here like a mob, let's go to the bar." Victor replied as he walked away.

tate_kvngh: hey Eddie :) EdwardBlack1794: you were suppose to say who's there -__- I snorted. Didn't see that one coming. EdwardBlack1794: and I already told you don't call me Eddie :/ Youre making fun of my name. tate_kvngh: I'm not. I swear to god I'm not. Eddie's cute :) :) tate_kvngh: I like Eddie :) EdwardBlack1794: you can't fool me woman. I laugh softly. EdwardBlack1794: lets start all over again shall we? knock knock.