Novel & Cerita Edgar Valden

Everly comments. “Yes it does. Shit look at this. It is a marriage certificate to Regina’s first husband.” Lance points out. David Trendle, I know that name. He was the son of a business partner of dads. He also went to school with us. I heard he had married after his first wife had disappeared. To this day, her family still hasn’t found or heard anything from her.

Obrador explained his seemingly fantastic plan. "Oi, what do you think?" Ed questioned Val, who was in charge of arms control in Europe. In this regard, Obrador was his rival. "Ck!" In front of Obrador, Val spat on the ground. "Don't count on it. I don't need it!" Val hissed. "You heard him yourself; it's not happening." Ed smiled as Obrador stared intently at Val, likely trying to figure out who Val really was. "Too bad that offer doesn’t stand," Ed smiled.

Ethan twitched his eyebrows in anger, feeling as lost as Edgar. Everything went according to plan, and due to Verena, there were no flaws. (I knew it was going to happen... I knew it was going to happen..) Edgar thought to himself, his hands clenched as he remembered Verena. His new masters, his bosses, are Azazel and Verena. They were a great pair as if a match made in heaven. But Edgar had the uneasy feeling that something would go wrong. (Shall I... assassinate the Crown Prince?)

As much as my brain tells me I should be afraid, something tells me he’s not dangerous. That he’s just flirty. Like Alex. He reminds me of a darker, older, werewolf version of Alex. I didn’t answer him, moving my phone up like I was trying to ignore him. Really I’m taking his picture to send to Logan. “Yet again. Not your business,” I stated. Aurelia: That’s him. I’ve been backing up to the forest just in case. Do I need to run? Logan: Colby Delaney. *eye roll emoji*

Debra said. She was not making up things. It was something she picked up from a tabloid in her past life. Initially, due to the tragic love story between Edgar and Jade, Edgar's image as a deeply loving man gained significant popularity. However, some tabloids dug into his past and exposed the existence of Oscar. She had the chance to read that article, which was written very convincingly. It detailed how Edgar caused Kolton's death to secure his position, including testimonies and physical evidence.

My feet stayed on the mat of the car. “I’m very sorry, Eira,” Caleb whispered. He left a soft kiss on my right cheek before moving away from me, shutting the door. Vogar entered the front passenger seat of the car. His body adjusted as he turned to the back, taking a better look at me. “Do you know how much you stress me out?” I couldn’t respond. My lips were too heavy to speak. “Don’t worry,” he displayed a little hand gesture. “You won’t be able to speak. The wolfband in your system is powerful.”

We still grab a meal together from time to time. Among the four of us, the oldest, Edgar Maguire, was unassuming and kind. He always looked out for us, and we treated him like an older brother. He came from a village and was an orphan that the whole community helped raise. He studied hard, and whenever he had time, he took on part-time jobs to save up for tuition and living expenses. When we were interning, he was the first to land an offer. But the good times didn't last. Three days ago, Edgar was murdered in his apartment. The killer still hasn't been found.

These shots made the phone pics look tame—full-on bedroom stuff. Sophia set them down, lifting her tea for a measured sip, tone dripping sarcasm. "Mr. Sullivan, your hobbies are something else. Snooping on folks in the sack now?" Edgar's eyes narrowed a fraction—clearly not the freak-out he'd banked on. "Quality's beside the point." He drawled it casual. "Key fact: this guy's no dad of yours." "Name's Todd Ward. Pro con man, plays whatever role pays. Laundry list of aliases."

"What do you mean?" "I remarried a few years ago," Edgar replied quietly. "That woman, her name is Marissa. We met when I was living out of town, trying to start a new life after everything that happened. She's an undocumented immigrant from Latin America, has no identity papers, lives in fear. The boy... Reynaldo, he's our son. He's eight years old." Aurora fell silent instantly, her chest hit by a gust of wind. "Eight years..." she whispered, realizing her father had started a new family even before settling the past.

‘THE Queen’s lover, I found out who it was. The man was no other than Valerian Willers. It doesn’t ring a bell, does it? That’s because that was not his real name. His birth name was Valerian Theodore Alvarez, he was the hybrid all of us had seen at Magnus’ birthday celebration. He was also Kenneth Alvarez’s half-brother.’ Giovanni’s report had never left my mind. I had always wondered who the heck that ‘Val’ was. It was a nickname I had heard my wife whisper in her sleep for weeks now. And every time, she would call him so sweetly.