Edward Henry Gordon Novels & Stories

Henry stood beside it, dressed sharply, a faint smile already forming as I approached. “Good morning, Ms Katherine,” he greeted, voice warm and unhurried. His tone, always composed, almost teasing, made it too easy to smile back. Gordon emerged from the doorway behind me. Our eyes met briefly, his sharp, my amused, before he turned away, climbing into his own car. The engine roared as he sped down the drive, his frustration trailing behind him like exhaust fumes. Henry reached for my bag before I could stop him. “Allow me.”

The sound of footsteps indicated that the place was completely surrounded. Just then, Gordon came up to Lightning Hank with a group of soldiers behind him. "You wanted to know who I was, didn't you? I'll tell you right now. I’m Gordon Grayson." Lightning Hank stumbled backward in shock, knocking over his chair with a crash. His forehead beaded with sweat. He never expected that this young man would be connected to someone like Gordon Grayson. Gordon was a national general! Lightning Hank would never dare to mess with someone like that.

No one dare to raise their head until Gordon commanded them to rise. Gordon is 6ft 3 tall, beastly built man. He has deep nut brown almond shaped eyes void of any kind of emotion, wavy black hair with highlighted silver strand and tapered hairlines brushed up. His has a square face with clean shaved sharp jawline, straight nose with a slight hump and perfect full lips which is always pressed together to form a thin, tight line. His beastly muscular curves visible through his light blue dress shirt and dark blue pant. His fair skin is lightly tan mostly due to the Sun exposure. All his movement tend to communicate dominance and authority. “Son, I have missed you, so much.” Stated Maxwell tear