Edgar Novels & Stories

Eddy was so lost in her beauty that he did not see her stop in front of him. "Hey, mister! Here!" She snapped her fingers before Eddy, jolting him to reality. "Who are you?" "Uhm," Eddy suddenly became confused. He scratched his head that was not itching. "I, I, uhm-i..." he suddenly coughed. "I am Martin Derek, a writer. I have a letter for Mr. Antonio." "Martin Derek..." The woman drawled, looking at Eddy's messy red hair. His eyes were a brilliant shade of jade, shinning through the spectacles on the bridge of his nose. "You don't look like a 'Martin Derek'," she stated.

Who was this cute child lost in the crowd? Finally, Ederic found his way to his classroom after asking several people for directions. He sighed with relief. "I've finally made it to my class," Ederic whispered, heaving another sigh. Everyone stared at him curiously. The little tiger cub didn't know what to do. He lowered his gaze, avoiding their stares. The class began after he introduced himself with a simple "I'm Ederic Alit," but everyone recognized the surname "Alit." He must be the second son of Mr. Alit, the powerful figure who dominated the business world.

The minute I returned to my seat at my desk my friends were already there, blasting me with questions. I waved them off, not wanting to forget anything about what the man in the elevator had told me about himself. I flipped open my laptop, opening up my OneNote and typing furiously before my memory faded: Bachelor 1: Likes steak, medium rare 2 dogs- golden retrievers Likes golf Favorite animal- tiger Large family- close with them Guitar? Thinks I'm pretty Seemed tall and muscular

i'll make**actual food Ezra: **deal. what time?** Me: **whenever. parents are gone** There's a pause, and I can feel him understanding what that means. Time alone. Space to be together without worrying about being heard or seen. Ezra: **2 hours?** Me: **perfect**

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

Don't you have to curry favor with Miss Carson? Edward raised his eyes and saw that this handsome young man was a shareholder of the company, called Ragnar Ingram. Ragnar Ingram is a standard rich second generation, who inherited the family business after graduating from college, but his mind is not on business, but has always hired professional managers to manage the family company.

Now Peter said he was willing to be that man for her. After triple-checking that Nadia's wounds were not serious, I prepared to return to the villa. But then my phone rang – it was my other good friend, Edgar Ford, the heir to the Ford family fortune. I thought I needed alcohol at that moment, and someone to help me analyze the situation between Anna and myself. Author's POV At an elite club,Edgar Ford,the heir of the Ford Family stared at his friend,Maxim as he silently gulped down bottles after bottles.

“How about a round of their signature cocktails?” “Sounds good,” Edgar replied, though his mind was racing with thoughts of escape and how to gracefully navigate this complicated situation. As they waited for their drinks, Dima leaned closer to Edgar, whispering, “Sorry about my dad. He can be... intense.” Edgar chuckled lightly, “It’s fine. I’m used to intense people.” His eyes drifted momentarily, recalling Kingston’s relentless machinations and the darkness from which he had sought to distance himself. Just then, Dima’s father turned back to them, a shrewd smile on his face. “

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I raised my head up slowly to find Edgar's face sticking in the narrowly opened door of my office. "Apparently." I shrugged. "What do you want?" Edgar let himself in fully and shut the door softly. "It's not me who wants something this time, it's pack business." Edgar sat on the chair in front of me and crossed his legs. He opened the clipped documents in his hand, placing it in front of me, he said "I was in the lowlands all day, yesterday and this morning. I think I found something which might interest you."

Please. The room became silent, the tension thick as Edgar looked at Rick's face for sincerity. Rick met his gaze, determined to make him read the sincerity in his eyes. He had reached a point where he understood pride had no space in his heart anymore; everything else was inconsequential as long as his family was safe. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Edgar's face relaxed, but the anger never quite disappeared. "You need my assistance?" he asked, his tone deep and controlled. "I'll provide you with the address of where Bella is in hiding, but you must swear to me something."