Novelas y relatos de Edward Newgate

The gate guards stepped forward immediately. “I’m here to pick something up for Edward,” I said calmly. The guard frowned. “Edward is dead. What else does he need?” I didn’t blink. “Something important. Something that has to be buried with him. Maybe his favorite jacket or watch. I don’t know. It’s what he requested before he—” I let the sentence trail off. The guards exchanged a look. One of them sighed and opened the gate. “Fifteen minutes. That’s all.”

KEITH “Hello, hello…” Edward had called, pretending to stutter and fret over the phone. I just sat there and watched him with heartbreaking awe. “This is Edward Zachary, from house number 5, on Ball Street…there’s been an accident. Yes, yes, an accident…” Then he ended the call, turned to me, and smiled. “See, that was easy-peasy, wasn’t it?” He had asked me. I swallowed hard and nodded. Then he ground his teeth in annoyance and his jaw tightened with rage.

I bet our version would be cuter than the one she had with Nathaniel. “Hey!” It was the angry detective. He was back, but his delicious anger was nowhere to be found. “Is Edward on the phone for me?” That old man would be very pleased to hear how far my plan has come. Now, while I become Nathaniel, he can secure all the wealth without worrying about anybody working against him. “You are quite stupid to think that you would get the grace of making a call after the gruesome things you’ve done,” he replied, his hands clenching the irons of the gate, while the name tag on his shirt caught my attention.

“We won’t let that happen.” But even as he said it, his eyes flicked to the window, as if he could already feel the distant tremor of something unraveling. By afternoon, a message arrived — a raven with the crest of Alpha Luther, one of the oldest and most respected Alphas in the north. Edward broke the seal and scanned the letter. His expression darkened. “What is it?” I asked. “He knows,” Edward said. “About the gate.” I blinked. “How? We only discovered it yesterday.”

"Freedom is meaningless when you're dead." Emma couldn't stop looking at the underground city. Everything about it was wrong. Yet... Everything looked peaceful. That frightened her more than the guns. Because she finally understood Edward. He didn't believe he was evil. He truly believed he was saving the world. Suddenly, a loud explosion echoed somewhere in the city. The ground shook violently. One of Edward's guards rushed toward him. "Sir!" Edward turned sharply. "What happened?" The guard was breathing heavily. "The eastern gate..." "...has been breached."

"Samuel Hartley. A silent partner, decades back, possibly the original architect of all of this." Edward went very still. "Hartley," he repeated slowly. "I've seen that name before. Buried, years ago, in an old committee footnote I never thought twice about at the time." --- "Can you find it again?" Margaret asked. "I can try. It would help enormously to know what I'm actually looking for." Edward's composure cracked slightly, something genuine and unsettled showing through. "I've spent ten years telling myself I didn't know enough to act. I think, perhaps, I simply didn't want to know enough. It's easier to stay quiet when the question stays comfortably vague."

How about that? Gavin clicked his tongue, preparing to run towards the two of them with his dagger in hand. 'Enough. Eat that, Bastard! Don't dare to touch my people more than that!' There was a familiar voice coming into the room, firing their revolver at Gavin repeatedly, instantly killing Gavin's now fallen figure, gathered with several corpses around him. He and Edward turned their heads to find the figure of Thyme Umberbridge, who had inserted their revolver into their inner coat pocket, then shook their head slowly at the sight in front of them before their eyes before turning to look at the two of them.

He groaned piteously when Edward gathered his shirt in his hands and hauled him back up again. “That was for Christina,” Edward snarled. Then he rammed his knee right between Heath’s legs. Alan and Caleb both winced. Gannon turned white and Cormac flinched and looked away. “That was for my wife.” He dropped Heath on the floor, where he promptly curled into a ball. Why, Mary could swear the man was weeping. “I’d be weeping, too, lass,” Alan murmured. Edward turned and addressed Gannon in chilling tones. “He dies. Take him away.”

The last person to return from the banquet after Hunter's funeral tapped Edward on the shoulder lightly in a show of sympathy. He seemed genuinely sincere and offered a brief prayer for Edward's family to be given a strong heart after Hunter's death. Edward only nodded slightly in response to the man's sincere prayer. He quickly closed the door of his house and ordered the guards at the gate through the intercom not to disturb him as he and his wife were going to rest.

Edward drove behind Fargo and his cohorts maintaining a reasonable distance not to arouse any form of suspicion. He followed carefully determined not to let them out of his sight. Taking a glance at his dead phone, he quickly plugged his phone. "Why would you go off at such a crucial time?" Worry and anger etched on his face. Edward followed then until he watched them drove into a large compound with a gigantic gate. There was no way to see a thing going on in the building, he needed to find a way to sneak in.