Edgar Skins Novels & Stories

“What’s going on?” I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I had imagined this conversation so many times in my head, I always had the perfect words, just that I never actually knew how hard it would be to say them. “I like someone,” I finally whispered. My dad’s expression changed slightly. “Who?” I stared at the floor with my hands shaking. “Ezra.” The room went completely quiet. My dad blinked. “Ezra Cole?” I nodded. “The figure skater?”

Could a ghost have killed her? "The medical examiner says she died two months ago, and she was skinned." It felt like a ton of bricks just hit me. I couldn't believe it. Skinned? Who could do something that horrific? "She's been missing for so long. Didn't anyone notice and report her missing?" Two months ago, I was still in school, and when I got home, everything seemed normal. Wait. Now that I thought about it, there were a few weird things that didn't add up.

But here we are. Edgar released my wrist but stepped close, towering over me. Ethan leaned against the closed door, arms crossed, blocking any easy exit. “Look at you,” Edgar started, voice low and cutting. His eyes dragged over my emerald dress like it offended him. “All dressed up like a desperate little attention whore. Sneaking glances at us the whole night, thinking we wouldn’t notice? Pathetic.” I gasped.

It's usually used for skinning animals; thus, isn't it the best weapon to beat a beast like a prime slayer hidden Alpha. Edgar threw it forward. It was so fast that a simple naked eye won't see it coming, but Isaac dodged it by kicking his feet slightly to the left while running. He was too ready to end this unpleasing night with a brisk siege when he slanted his grip towards Edgar’s neck. 'Swish!' 'Swack!' But Edgar pulled a string, thrusting his fists backward. A throbbing pain scrabbled on Isaac’s right leg! When he stopped and looked down on his flank, a muggy red blood pooled in his slightly sliced pants.

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.

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.

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?"

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.

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.