Edgar Skins Novels & Stories

Even harder than the one he had flashed me. "Oh no, sir," Edgar said hastily. He swallowed and grunted, struggling to adjust himself in his seat. I smiled inwardly, feeling glad that the man was put in his place. "Good," Alek smirked. "Tell us more about this deal he was making. Is there anything we should know that was not included in the notes?"

The child's face was white like a corpse. "What happened to you?" Rossy scrutinized Edgar's face. "I'm just sad because of Sarah, Mom. I was so stupid that..." Edgar fell silent when he saw Rossy, who started crying. "Actually, what secret are you hiding?" Rossy became increasingly hysterical when she saw the number of life support devices attached to Edgar's body. Rossy didn't think Edgar's body was skinny because her son always wore a full suit when she met him. Rossi remembered that Edgar always wore thick and layered clothes, even in the summer.

She pointed to one of the metal warehouses, round back they have offices, and his is around there. Hunji stood from the table, thanking the girl and dropping a few bills on the table. Leaving a hefty tip, we made our way out of the diner and headed over to Edgar's office. Edgar was a businessman and controlled most of the trade ships here. I had never met him but I knew my father had. I had heard his name. We found Edgar's office easily, The three of us walking in, came to a stop when we heard the harsh cut of a woman’s words.

It vanished just as quickly as it had appeared, leaving only a lingering sense of something unfinished. Jared’s eyes remained glued to the window, unease gnawing at him like a restless phantom. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Ember had sensed something lurking in the shadows, an unseen threat. Whatever had been here, it hadn’t lingered long—but it was enough to leave a mark. Tomas lingered behind the others, his gaze steady on the flat. He reached into the pouch at his belt and withdrew a small obsidian token, etched with the clan’s sigil—a circle split by flame. It pulsed faintly in his palm, warm with latent energy.

Edgard rubbed his stubbled cheek and chin over the arched section of Trevor’s lower spine, reacquainting himself with the feel and the scent of Trevor’s skin. He slowly ran his tongue up Trevor’s backbone, refreshing his memory of the taste of Trevor’s sweat. In the years they were together, he always wanted to fuck Trevor before Trevor washed off the grime of rodeo, loving that distinctive dusty, salty, leathery tang. Ignoring his own pounding heart, Edgard nipped the tips of Chassie’s fingers, still clutching Trevor’s shoulders. He traced the path of Trevor’s spine down, not stopping at the cleft of his ass, but zeroing in on that puckered hole.

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

I heard Viktor say, turning my gaze to his direction I gasped in shock at the now horrific sight of the famous CEO of Edgar Drills Caspian Edgar, who looked as dead and rough as a corpse The man's skin bore the disgraced markings of brutal violence. Deep, mottled bruises sprawled across his face and body. The bruised flesh took on an ominous hue, veering from sickly purples and blues to ominous blacks, vividly illustrating the brutality to which he had fallen victim.

Whether it was the exquisite craftsmanship or the smooth lines, it all appeared very sophisticated, giving people an inexplicable sense of admiration. Netizens below commented one after another. "Indeed, it's from Edmund Creations. It’s truly professional." "Yes, these skins are amazing, even reaching the peak level of design." "Did you hear? This is just the initial draft. It will be even better after the final version. I’m looking forward to it!" "Count me in!" Meanwhile, there was dead silence in Prosper Peak’s conference room, and the oppressive atmosphere was frightening. "How did it end up in Edmund's hands if it wasn't leaked? Their released game skins are 80% identical to ours!"

“Please, go ahead. You’ll have to forgive us. We’re all a little…jumpy today.” “It’s okay, I understand,” he says, giving me a broad smile and lighting his cigarette. As he concentrates on his lighter, I take him in. He’s tall, for a Beta, almost Victor’s height, with wavy black hair and swarthy skin. His nose is a little too large, but it suits his broad, well-intentioned face. I smile back at him. “What’s your name?” “Edgar,” he says, tossing me a salute. “Beta Edgar, at you service.”

Eden's dress catches the light effortlessly. Edgar spots us first. He's standing near the entrance with a glass of something amber in his hand, looking like he stepped out of a magazine spread titled "How to Look Expensive While Mourning". His eyes drop to Biscuit, and his entire face lights up. "Oh my God," he says, crouching immediately. "You brought the furry ball of chaos." Biscuit barks, delighted, and launches himself at Edgar's knees. Edgar laughs and scoops the puppy up, letting Biscuit lick his chin.