Edric Azer Mga Nobela at Kwento

I replied, taking a bite of a pancake and moaning loudly. "Oh my God, this is heavenly. How can a guy cook so well?" I murmured with my mouth full and he chuckled. They all watched me as I finished the food and Tony poured me a glass of water. "Thanks" He nodded with a smile "Have anyone seen Edward?" Micah asked and I frowned. Who was Edward? "Nah" Jason and Jacob reply, shaking their heads. "Which is weird. He hasn't been much around since yesterday" "I heard him leaving this morning. Maybe he had something to take care of." Tony replied

Night explained. Emeric hummed. He then pointed his cigar at Edric. “You? What about you?” “The routes were taken by Dorian. He is causing too many troubles. He is doing his best to earn Zacharias’ favor.” Edric looked away, hands curled in a fist. “Be grateful he works alone. Or else it would be game over for all of us.” Mr. Night added, scoffing. Edric didn’t dare to look up, “I tried my best, boss.”

He replied. "I wonder if my dad is looking down at me," I wondered, then faced Alessandro, who I could barely see in the dark, but I saw a slight glint in his eye from the light of the alarm clock beside me. "He's proud of you, love," He whispered in a sleepy voice. "If you don't mind me asking, how did your father die?" I sighed. "He was shot by Russians, apparently some dude named Ivan Petrov. I've been trying to locate him for some time now but he kept moving from place to place so I gave up and just dealt with it, I guess"

His expression instantly twisted, and with a loud pfft, he spat everything out. Having anticipated this, Zara had already taken three steps back. Before he could speak, she cried out dramatically, "Assistant Edric, how could you?! I spent so much effort making this tonic, and you just spat it out! If you didn’t want to drink it, you could've just said so! You’re wasting my hard work—aren’t you afraid of divine retribution?" Without giving him a chance to explain, she bolted. Edric pointed at his own mouth, which had gone numb from the bitterness, and stomped his foot in frustration. "What the hell?! This so-called tonic is ridiculously bitter! Does she think I’ve never had real medicine befo

Xavier: When she first mentioned the name, something in me went still. “Lorenzo D’Amaris,” Valerie said with a small, almost relieved smile, setting the file on the desk. “He’s interested in investing in the new firm. It’s all legitimate, I checked everything twice. He seems professional. I am still checking things out, but the idea of someone wanting to invest is making me happy.” I forced my expression to stay neutral even as my instincts sharpened. “D’Amaris?” I repeated, slowly. “Where’s he from?”

Those eyes are the pure blue-green of the ocean which can drown anyone in its current, along with its long curly eyelashes like the waves which can pull you in its depth. But then suddenly there is a knock at the door. I immediately look away, my heart beating fast as if I’ve just committed a grave sin. Eren’s eyes narrowed. “Let me see.” He gets up from the couch and walks to the door. I follow him and stand behind. He opens the door and I smile as I see the least expected person. Azure Heredia. “Azure.” I say which makes Eren frowns. “What are you doing here?” Azure is breathtaking. He is of white skin, with azure blue eyes. His face is squarely shaped and perfectly shaved. As for his hair

“That’s not… that’s not real.” Azrael settles slightly, not gone, just watching and waiting. Edric presses his fingers to his temple briefly, like he is trying to hold something in place that keeps slipping. “This is insane,” he mutters but it lacks force. At least it is not a rejection anymore, it is damage control. His eyes lift again. “What are you then?” He asks, slower. I hesitate because there is no version of this answer that does not change him permanently. “I am what I told you,” I say finally.

When we arrive at the classroom, he stops before opening the door. “I’m Eduardo by the way.” He says as he reaches out his hand. I shake his hand. “What’s your name?” He asked me. “Hernandez. I’m-” Suddenly everything turns black. 1 I woke up from a dream that I wished was real. Instead I’m in my grey, boring room lying down in a bed that feels like I was sleeping on a rock. It's five in the morning. Time to get moving.

"Yes. I already told you about her. That Tristan, Alicia, Cyrene and I have been friends since we were kids and that she is my sister." Suddenly, a blurry image attacked my head making me feel dizzy. Two people are talking and I could barely hear them talk. It was us. Cyrus and I. We indeed talked about his relationship with the rest. And she was here last night, Tristan and that guy. "Are you alright?" He asked, concerned. I nodded my head yes. "By the way, who was that guy Tristan and Cyrene were with last night?" He turned to look at me and smiled. "His name is Andy, the guy I told you about at the company. He just didn't make it that day since I asked him to do something for me."

Zia’s improved condition was also due to Eric convincing her she was now living in a new face full of luck. “Are you serious about that? Is it because Eric asked you to?” Edward laughed mockingly. “He has nothing to do with it!” Zia pouted angrily. Lately, Edward had been teasing Zia about her closeness to Eric. The reason was apparent: Eric had been a psychiatrist before deciding to work under Edward. No one knew why Eric had chosen that career path. But his presence was invaluable. “Oh really? You seem comfortable around him. Isn't that...” “I'll lock myself in my room if you keep talking,” Zia threatened, cutting Edward off.