Edgar's Relentless Pursuit Novels & Stories

“You’re… you’re a rogue,” Edgar whispered, his voice sounding weak, his legs were curled under him on the cold stone floor, his hands were shaking, one hand holding his head in pain it still ached from Asher’s extraction. “They…. they were right… you are a rogue..” Edgar whispered in disbelief. “But… but you killed.. your own men..” Edgar stuttered. “How?” He whispered. Asher smiled. “Telling you my life story isn’t exactly why I’m here.” He said.

The mate bond had not snapped into place yet, but I felt it hovering there, waiting, and I knew with absolute certainty that this woman was mine in ways that terrified me. "I will be there in thirty minutes," Eden said into the phone, her voice shaking but determined, and she ended the call before looking at me with those green and gold eyes that seemed to see straight through all my defenses. "My mother says Richard found out what I am, and he is gathering people at the Ashford Estate, she thinks he is planning to take me somewhere I cannot escape."

“Evelyn, you’re risking years of work. Years. We fought to get this company where it is. Are you prepared to throw all that away over— over what? A vendetta?” I could feel the room constricting around me, the shadows in the corners stretching longer, darker. The phone sat on the counter like a live wire, buzzing intermittently, a small, merciless reminder that this was no longer theoretical. This was not a game with stakes I could calculate in spreadsheets, or a negotiation that could be cornered into calm phrases and legalese. This was a hunt. And I was the prey, the bait, the target — and yet, in the same breath, the one who would fight back.

The engine roared to life, and the car pulled away from the restaurant. Still, Isabella couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. She turned slightly, peering through the window, searching for any sign of Austin. Nothing. No one was following them. Yet the pit in her stomach remained. He can’t do anything, she told herself. But deep down, she knew better. Austin was the kind of man who never gave up easily. And that terrified her.

"Because they want to meet him. And trust me, it's better if he comes willingly than if they have to come find him." The line went dead. "We need to go," I told Kamon, standing up abruptly. "Go where?" "To meet some people from my... community. They want to talk to you." "About what?" I looked into his concerned dark eyes and felt my heart clench. We'd just had our first perfect kiss, our first honest moment together, and now everything was about to get complicated again. "About whether you're going to be allowed to keep your memories of me." Kamon's POV

The anguish and desperation embedded in her scent fueled the fire of his determination, pushing him to track her down and offer her solace amidst the darkness. With swift and purposeful strides, Edward embarked on his relentless pursuit, his wolf leading the way. He traversed the unforgiving terrain, his senses attuned to the slightest disturbance in the environment. Every rustle of leaves, every broken branch, whispered a breadcrumb of hope, guiding him closer to his beloved.

She reminded him of his fearful and secretive young stepmother who tried so hard to conceal her pregnancy from him, though her change in diet was all too revealing. While he didn't mean to suspect Kartika, her behavior was suspicious, and incredibly familiar. Kartika was the woman he had chosen, and he would not readily relinquish someone he was so determined to know everything about. After five years of shadowy struggles abroad, Dima had learned to keep a tight grasp on what he wanted. No longer the man who lost her to another, she would never become someone else's wife again.

I will destroy anyone who stands in my way. I was getting tired of waiting for her to show up. I had expected to have found her by now. On my orders my men had teared the place apart trying to find her. I made everyone abandoned their poor excuse of a town. Yet still she had been nowhere to be found. As if she had just vanished into thin air. The letter left for her untouched. Melissa thought she had died when she escaped so did my men. But I knew better. I knew they thought I was mad. As if obsession had driven me to insanity. Only if they knew the key she could hold. I didn’t care what the others thought, they were all disposable. Every last one of them was just another ploy in my game. Me

A monotone. After the cold dismissal, the tension in the room grew, but regardless, I stood my ground against the imposing presence of Mr. Eduardo Fernandez But before I leave, I want to say this to you; you're a despicable man. A Two faced lying jerk! A heartless murderer. I wanted to scream that to him at the top of my lungs, but despite the anger and pain I was feeling inside, I had to remind myself of the dangerous game I was playing. Just one wrong move from me, I would be done for.

I have seen men who have gotten car engines finally fixed, not because they found it easy to have the breaking point , but they fought until they had the car engine fixed. What you love you won't give up on it until it gets fixed. You stay geared up ,awake and watching over it that it won't just die in your watch. That's what a real man does, they are fighters to their last breath like Jesus who loved to a point that He let His ghost out. If realness was in most of us most of the broken homes would be the strongest empires in the world. A weakness of a person who is stubborn is that he will condemn wisdom when he sees it. At one point there was a guy who was married to his lady, suddenly p