Edgar Skins Novels & Stories

I wanted to succeed, repay them, and make Grandma, who was looking down from above, proud of me too. Right then, the door was pushed open with a creak. Edgar stood in the doorway. When he saw me looking at him, he scratched his head awkwardly. "Hey, Claude." I swept my gaze over him, then looked away again. I pulled my mask up properly and went back to cleaning. Before long, the sound of cleaning came from the other side of the house as well. After I had finished tidying up Grandma's room, I walked out. Edgar was sitting on the low stool by the door, his expensive clothes covered in dust. He was holding something in his hands. Large teardrops rolled down his face and fell onto the thing he h

"Edgar has been using VPN's to hide his activities, but I found the trail. He has multiple bank accounts overseas which I have not been able to hack into, but what is on the data stick shows his record keeping of the buying and selling of human flesh. Mostly women, but not all. There were a few men on the list as well. Mostly sold to clients in foreign countries looking for Caucasian women. Blondes, brunettes and redheads. He takes orders for everything from eye color, skin color, short, tall, skinny, even thick girls. The thugs do his bidding all over the country, so the missing people are not all in one police jurisdiction. It makes shipping them harder, but he just charges any additional

~Edgar~ Hours seemed to stretch too long in the holding cell. I sat in a corner, my knees glued to my chest as the world blurred around me. What the hell was I, Edgar Sinclair, the real founder of a corporation as big as Obsidian holdings doing in a place like this?

He needed the Empress more so than anyone else. However Edgar would not budge. He would not sell his new found items to either Peaks. He had denied Keith many times. Keith could not stand it. As he stood there fuming, many initiates came pouring in, each of them bore an angry look. It was clear that they had met with Edgar. “Master, there must be more to it. Edgar Nash is a faculty member and likewise a part of the Academy. He has no right to deny us the elixirs!” Leonard Briggs said angrily. “Indeed master, how can Edgar do this? It makes no sense! Feather Peak bears no ill relationship with him, there must be a reason why!” another initiate spoke up.

Suddenly, Sinead arrived with a group of people. They looked quite elderly, with the oldest among them already sporting white hair. Eden put away the dummy and greeted Sinead. “Hello.” Sinead smiled, took Eden’s hand, and sat down. “I’ve sold all the skincare cream you gave me. I sold each bottle for 5 million dollars and made a total of 50 million. I’ll transfer the money to your account later.” Sinead was always delighted to see Eden.

He looked unrecognizable in his new Moonclaw elder prestigious gown. His gray hair had increased, but it was neatly combed. He looked down at her with concern, which she could tell was fake. She knew he didn’t care one bit for her and was only here for Maya. Edgar looked across the room and winced a little as he saw the scar, he looked half alive and half dead as he weakly watched Maggie from where he sat, his body slumped lifelessly to the side. Edgar quickly looked away and moved closer to the glass, he sighed and cleared his throat.

He told himself he just wanted an autograph. The door to Edgar’s trailer was slightly ajar. Light spilled out from inside. Felix hesitated, then knocked softly. The door opened. Edgar Briggs stood there in nothing but worn jeans slung low on his hips, his chest still glistening with sweat from the arena. His dark eyes locked onto Felix with calm intensity. “Can I help you?” Edgar asked, voice low and rough like gravel. Felix swallowed hard, holding up the rodeo program he’d bought earlier. “I… I was hoping for an autograph. That last ride was incredible.”

She undid the clasp of his belt, slid her hand into his shorts and a sharp cry escaped his lips, his body shuddering as he released into her palm, A deep flush suffused Eduardo's face, he averted his gaze from her yet, she smiled him, "I love this," she said pulling her hand away, the sticky wet cum in her palms. Her smile turned coy as she smeared the sticky fluid across the delicate skin of her neck, the curve of her collarbone, and the swell of her breasts. Eduardo watched, captivated by the wanton display before him. His body, still reeling from the aftershocks of his climax, throbbed with a renewed hunger, his desire reigniting like wildfire. "My skin glows of you," she purred shedding

Edgar replied, half annoyed. Silva frowned as she looked at Edgar, who seemed dressed as if he were going on a date. His shirt was perfectly neat without a single wrinkle. His hair was carefully combed. The strong scent of perfume made Silva even more suspicious. “Are you going to meet a woman?” Silva’s guess startled Edgar. He turned quickly, as if caught off guard. But only for a moment, before he put on a calm expression. “Haven’t you been pushing me to find a better job? That’s why I dressed neatly today—so I can be accepted at a better place than before.”

“The first question is how were you able to keep the bouncing pace at a stretch. I mean, with every bounce you did on that dick, your pussy fully swallowed the dick and you were also following the same beat.” I blushed hard and I laughed out too, trying to curate the right words. “I mean…” “And girl, did I forget to mention how shiny and how moisturised your ass skin was? The ripple effect from the bounces were phenomenal too.” Sharon said and made a clock it sign with her fingers. “Okay so for my soft and bouncy skin, I use olive oil because it gives my skin this thready effect that I love it so much and It also makes my skin glow.”