Edward Newgate Novels & Stories

I said while opening the door wider and inviting him into the room. I closed the door and turned to look at our newest suspect, who was preoccupied with changing the sheets. “Thank you, Edward” I made a show of looking at his name tag while he smiled politely. “I’ve just been so on edged lately, since I watched the news about what had happened here two nights ago. I would have cancelled my trip if it had not been so important you know?” I said sounding rather worried “Yes Madam, I know but don’t fear as we have great security here.” Edward responded with an accent. Was this really the man responsible for the corpse in the twins apartment? Edward looked to be in his early twenties, with a boy

Ace was showing me some screenshots that he took. "And then?" "I think Edward is held in London. So, I continued to search and eventually found out that his family started to donate at the Nightingale Hospital in the same year. I tried to search for other relatives of the family that might be admitted there but there was none, they wouldn't just donate and do charity works for that hospital without a goal,” he bit his lower lips. He was able to get so much information on Edward in just one day, how good was he?

He went back to his room and kept the letter at a hidden spot in his closet where other similar letter has been abandoned for several years. He closed the closet and went out of the room towards the exit of his mansion. Approaching his car parked at the parking lot in his large well screeded compound which was washed by his gatekeeper some hours ago. He saw a piece of paper wrapped round with a ribbon clinging on his door handle. "What the heck is this?" Edward exclaimed "Security!" he called out loudly. The security man ran from his gate post up to where Edward is. "Yes bosd" James the gatekeeper answered

Ewan asked rather excitedly. “Yes, sir. Is there some significance to that name?” “When we raided the witches' coven, we found a book about the soul stone. The name beside it was Nathaniel. There are plenty of Nathaniels in this country, but if this one is truly a vampire, he could be planning to steal that girl’s soul. Or who knows what else he is planning with that stone? We can’t allow him to keep it and trap someone inside it.”

“Do you really need me to spell it out for you?” Anna sneered from behind Edward and said, “Everyone knows that you pretended to be the Medical Saint of Hell’s Gate and tricked the Coopers. We’re surprised that you’re still alive.” Edward laughed at Chase with disdain. “That’s enough. I won’t argue with you today, Chase, because I’m in a good mood.” He touched a name tag on his chest. The tag had the words ‘Assistant General Manager of Human Resources, Edward Wright’. Edward had reaped benefits from the order of 900 million Chase had gotten from Benson Group. He was promoted to assistant general manager of Human Resources at La Fleur.

“This is Edward. You can tell ‘cause he’s got his father’s hawkish nose. That’s his wife, Margaret. Remind me to tell you their love story, ‘cause it’s awesome. These are their two sons. The blond one is Stephen, Joseph’s father and Lizzie’s granddad. And those are Edward’s brothers, Henry and James. The twins are Joseph’s cousins, Henry’s grandchildren. Miss Grace was the great-granddaughter of Edward’s brother James.” A discreet cough behind us made us spin around, to find an elderly gentleman in a wealthy suit, a curious little smile pursing his lips. “You seem to know a lot about the Blotter family,” he said. “I’m Edward Blotter, great-grandson of Henry’s and Grace’s cousin. I’m also cha

Nathan’s voice wavered between disbelief and a sort of cautious hope. Edward chuckled, a sound that seemed both nostalgic and regretful. “Died is a strong word, my boy. I’m here, aren’t I?” “What are you talking about?” Nathan pressed, his eyes narrowing. “Look, if this is some sort of prank, it’s not funny.” “It’s not a prank,” Edward said. “It’s quite real. I’m your uncle.” My mind was racing. Edward’s Gulch, a steep ravine not far from here, was named after this man who had supposedly met a tragic end there years ago. And yet, here he was, standing in the Council building as though he had just returned from a long vacation.

I decided to write one specifically for Moana and another for Philomena. Dearest Moana, I know the last time we spoke, we were a bit hostile towards each other but with this letter, I’m praying to get a favorable response from you. I understand the war has affected all of us but there is something very unfortunate and very important that I need to share. This morning when I woke up from bed, I realized that Edward had gone, he had taken the children with him. He writes that he had moved and did not wish to be seen by his old acquaintances again and had started a new life in another place. I am speechless, saddened, and heartbroken.

"Andrew's apartment. It's off Edward's radar—no one will consider it." Jeffery nodded gravely, his piercing green eyes clouding over with worry. "I'll go on." We arrived at Andrew's small apartment in a rush, pounding noisily on the door. The door swung immediately open, eyes straying roughly at our disheveled state. "Cassie! Jeffery! My god, what happened?" "No time," Jeffery replied brusquely, shoving me in. "Edward is dead, but his network remains active. We need your help."

Glen J. Baker — Forgive me, my dear. The moment Edward disappeared through the main gate of the estate, something ignited inside me—a burning mix of rage, frustration... and a feeling I hadn’t recognized in years. I stood up from my chair, grinding my teeth. “Follow that man,” I ordered one of my soldiers. “Keep your distance. I want to know exactly where he goes, who he speaks to, and what he breathes. But don’t act... not yet.”