Edward Diner Novels & Stories

Since he stepped into the living room, he had worn a frown on his face, though Eddy’s parents didn’t seem to care. “Yes. Can you at least smile? Natasha said she got this.” Olivia answered. “Mom, Dad. My fiancée will be here soon.” Eddy responded with a fake smile. He sat next to his parents and looked at Mr. Miller, Natasha’s father. “I don’t think we have met, have we?” Mr. Miller asked with a straight face. “No, we haven’t. Good day, sir. I am Eddy Gracias, I believe you have known this before.” He answered with a chuckle and began to act nervous.

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?"

At the bottom of that second message was an address for a diner halfway between here and the museum, with a note that read, “They have excellent pancakes.” Intrigued, I typed out a quick response to Edmund telling him I would meet him at the diner, which was two hours away. Before I knew it, I was dressed in my usual jeans and a sweater with the tablet tucked into my purse and heading out the door. Edmund was already there when I arrived. He was in a booth near the back, a cup of coffee in front of him and his reading glasses already on. He stood up when he saw me come through the door and grinned.

Martin. **** Edward drove his car at full speed after dropping off his parents at home. He headed to a bar in downtown London where Hans wanted to meet. From his voice during the phone call, it seemed like Hans had something important to share. Edward guessed it was likely crucial information that Hans couldn't wait until the next morning to tell him. After about a ten-minute drive, Edward finally arrived. He hurriedly entered Rock In Bar, where Hans was waiting. His eyes scanned the area until he spotted Hans sitting, sipping wine in his hand.

"It's Susan, the previous owner of Rosie's Diner. Remember her? She'd sold it to Parker Cavendish, who was arrested for money laundering. The diner was a crime scene. I wonder if she came back to reopen it?" "Let's go find out. I haven't seen her in a while." Edie slid out of the booth and headed to the table where Susan and a handsome older gentleman had been seated. "Wait up," Tom said as they approached the table. "Susan, Susan Malloy," Edie said. "It's me, Edie Benner." "Oh my, Edie, I never would have recognized you. You've grown into a beautiful young woman." Susan stood and hugged her.

Kaivan was right; he'd go crazy if he had a chatty brother like Edward. Not wanting to waste much time, Richard stopped the argument between Edward and Kaivan. They then hurried to the car to have lunch at Chiltern Firehouse, a famous restaurant that was a favorite among Londoners. "So, what do we need to discuss here?" Kaivan asked when they were at the restaurant, waiting for their food to be served. "First off, I want to apologize to Richard. Looks like I've got some karma coming my way," Edward's statement immediately raised the others' eyebrows in confusion.

Is he a mind reader or something? I took my eyes off of Dylan until we reached a door where I saw a familiar face. I’ve seen him once in Yuichi’s office before and if I’m not mistaken, his name is Edward. “Good morning, ma’am Christine. I’m Edward Fernandez,” he greeted with a smile. “If you tire of Dylan’s ugly face, I can replace him as your personal butler anytime.” Dylan cursed at Edward before opening the door with his keycard. When we entered, I saw Yuichi who seemed to be just sleeping. He looks handsome.

“What, you think I’m an alien?” “No, I just thought… you wouldn’t like that kind of food.” Edward laughed. “Who said that? I’m a foodie, you know. Sorry, I’m not like Eireen who always has to eat in fancy restaurants or aesthetic cafés. I’ll eat anything—as long as it tastes good!” Thea smiled, this time more freely. Edward continued, “Back in college, there were tons of international food stalls right in front of the gate. It was a paradise for broke students like us.”

"Eating well is a blessing. Besides, Macie, you're too small. You should eat more. Lunch is on me." Macie smiled but said nothing. All she wanted was to finish quickly and leave before Edward saw her. A few booths away, separated by three rows, Sharon swirled her wine glass and looked at Edward. "Edward, was your morning busy? Are you tired?" "Not too busy," Edward answered absentmindedly, sipping his wine. "Then why do you seem so distracted? You're not secretly worrying about me, are you?" Sharon joked. Edward snapped out of his daze and focused on her. His mind had been filled with Macie ever since he stepped into the restaurant.

"Where are you? It's time for dinner. Do you want me to pick you up?" "No, just text me the address. I'll come by myself." Brielle refused. Her father texted her the address soon. It was quite a high—grade restaurant. She packed her bags and got on a taxi. Not far away, a black business car had just set off. In the car, Edward sat by the window, supporting his chin with the back of his hand. No one could read his mind through his indifferent amber eyes. At the entrance of the restaurant, just as the business car left, a taxi stopped and a slender woman pushed open the door and got off the car.