Edward Diner Novels & Stories

Edward told the waitress. “When do I get to eat it medium rare like you do?” Ryder muttered as he pouted at his father. “When you’re older,” Edward replied without hesitation. After placing his own orders with the waitress, Edward slowly got up from the table. “Where are you going?” Ryder asked. “I’m picking up a friend. He’s decided to join us for lunch. Wait here, ok?” Edward replied with a smile. “Ok…” Ryder replied obediently. Edward patted the boy’s head adoringly causing the boy to pout in annoyance.

someone whispers from a nearby table, and I hear Morgan giggle. Feigning indifference, Edwardo stands, grabs several newspapers from the stand by the door, opens one, and disappears behind it. The guys all grab one too. Morgan catches my eye and we giggle again, trying to keep it quiet. The food is delicious. I could’ve eaten about three more portions, but it’s seriously good. I think we’ve definitely found a new breakfast location. “Right,” Edwardo says as he finishes his eggs. “I think we need to divide and conquer.”

He deals with the European assorted sandwich, barbecue and smoothies Eddy was well loved and patronized around the community. Many times, his customers would not leave after filling themselves but would stay and have fun as most times it turns into a large gathering. Eddy always had to send most of them away when they began to light their Indian hemp or drink alcohol heavily to avoid violence and destruction of properties. Mr. Eddy whose real name was Edidiong was not an American nor did he dress like one, he only earned the nickname Eddy as a result of his job, height and young men of the U.S.

Charlotte immediately answered the phone. “Charlotte, would you like to have dinner with me after work?” Shocked to hear Edward’s voice over the phone, Charlotte’s eyes widened. “Dad, you are back?” **** After the phone call, Edward told the chauffeur to drive her to the famous underwater restaurant. These past few weeks, he had been busy traveling from one city to another. Now, he was happy that he finally had time to sit down and have a good meal with her daughter. “I have been waiting to come to that restaurant for a long time, but I have never heard the chance. I am so excited to finally be able to eat there.” Olivia exclaimed.

The weight of the last twenty-four hours began to lift. Then, Eliana’s stomach growled. Loudly. I pulled back, raising an eyebrow. She laughed, covering her face. “I haven’t eaten since yesterday. Nerves.” I checked my watch. 9:00 PM. “Come on,” I said, taking her hand. “I know a place. We didn’t go to Le Bernardin. We didn’t go to the penthouse. I took her to a 24-hour diner in Chelsea. The kind with vinyl booths, checkered floors, and a waitress named Marge who had been smoking since the Nixon administration.

Edward returned with a charcuterie board—artisanal cheeses, figs, honey, nuts, and crackers. “Sir Bryan, are you satisfied with the snacks?” Edward asked. “Edward,” Bryan said. “Yes, Sir Bryan?” Edward replied. “I want you to stop calling me sir or Mr. Just call me Bryan.” I immediately spit out my drink as Edward and I said in unison, “What?!” “Sir… Mr. Bryan… I don’t think I can—” Edward stammered. “That’s final. Any further complaints, email me. You’re dismissed,” Bryan said firmly.

She stared at Edward's back and slowed down her pace. Steamed Bun Shop was just outside the residential area. There were already people lining up. Edward stood there tall and strong, very eye-catching. He stared at the menu pasted on the wall for a while and then joined the queue. Edward, who was queuing to buy buns, was really rare. When Ellena walked over, it was Edward's turn. The boss did not know if he recognized Edward, but his voice sounded a little frightened. "Sir, what kind of steamed bun do you want?"

“To be honest with you, my name is Edward, and my father, Frank Wright, is the owner of Triumph Hotel,” Edward boasted immediately. He thought that Bianca would at least be surprised after hearing this. However, she did not have any reaction. Edward continued, “I wonder if you've heard that the Coopers in South River City are going to throw an extravagant banquet?” “Of course,” Bianca said, feeling stunned. “Did you receive an invitation?” Edward asked again.

My embarrassment only made him laugh. “I’m used to it, princess. Why do you think I decided to be your guy out of all the security team? I knew Daniel was likely to assign me to you. Figured I might as well listen to men screw you knowing I at least get to do it too.” I raised my eyebrows as we walked out of the elevator, opening my mouth to respond until a waiter appeared, a large takeaway bag of food in his hands. “Two of the everything burgers and shakes to go,” the waiter said as Edward took it.

I called him and told him that I wanted to meet as he agreed and I gave him a location and he agreed to meet me there. It didn’t take long before I went to the restaurant and sat in the dark part. “Can I get you anything?” The waiter asked as I smiled. “Just water will be fine,” was all I could say. I wasn’t going to bother with so much at this moment. The waiter nodded as she left and returned with what I had asked for. Edward walked in like he owned the whole damn place a few moments later. His eyes, darted around, fast and intense until finally they landed on me, and then, just like that, his features softened and he smiled.