Edward Newgate Novels & Stories

I click on d******d and tap my fingers on the chair impatiently as I wait for the contents of their entire discussion to be available for me. The shallow ding, notifying the d******d completion fills the car. I clicked on the file and read through their call. I get to halfway in their discussion when I see Nova's name was mentioned. I skip other parts and focus on where she was talked about and what I see has my jaw clenching and my hand forming into fists. Edward Carter is a dead man.

- Eddie Blair and I turned to each other. Just then, there was a knock on the door and it was sharp and quick. Blair and I both jumped in fright as a deep voice called out. "Miss Thompson. Kindly open the door. I am Gage, the new security guard assigned to you." Eddie's POV

Standing beside the gate of Tetra Club, Timothy watched the two departing cars. Timothy smiled and asked, "Edward, are you satisfied now?" "Absolutely. My son-in-law doesn't like that old man. So, it's best that he's gone." Edward was all smiles. "If he dares to offend my son-in-law again, I'll kick him out of here!" "You're so mean." Timothy chuckled helplessly. "After all, he's the wealthiest man in the capital."

“Nathaniel, do you know anything else that we need to know?” He shook his head. “Right. Well then, Luke, Fives. Let’s go pay our friend Edward a visit.” The lights were still on when we reached Edward’s, the grounds were a buzz of activity. Edward had the door open to welcome us before we’d even reached the garden path. “Ophelia, good evening.” “Good evening, Edward.” “Come on in, Ophelia, Lucas, Theophilus. Good to see you all.” I bit back a laugh as Fives tensed up behind me. He hated his birth name. To be fair, as far as names go, Theophilus Eustace Rosenfeld IV is awful. If I was him, I’d have changed it years ago.

Rage. Graham bursts into the room ten minutes later. “We got something.” He throws a file on the table. “Facial recognition picked up one of the men outside the van. My name’s Patrick DeWalt. Former mercenary. Works underground security now. Last contract? A private investor named Edward King.” My blood turns to fire. Edward. One of the original men who tried to blackmail me. Ava fought to expose him before Geneva. I thought he’d vanished. He hadn’t.

On the terminal before him lay the newly unencrypted dossier that had broken the global wire services through the Financial Times—a file sourced from a man long thought to be a ghost: Edward Wilson. Or rather, Edmund Hawthorne. Elias scrolled through the digitized pages, his slender fingers trembling against the edge of the glass screen as the true history of his family laid itself bare. Edmund Hawthorne was alive. He had been living quietly in Edinburgh for twenty-five years under the alias Edward Wilson. He had not revealed his face to the press; instead, he had delivered a lethal, meticulously curated package to an investigative journalist.

Edward whispered, his voice cracking with a profound, terrifying shock. Kevin’s face was grim. "The system says otherwise, sir." Edward looked up slowly, staring toward the dark city skyline through the small, reinforced window. Somewhere out there, Charlotte was in the hands of a ghost. Someone who knew his family. Someone who knew his company. Someone he had trusted with his life. Suddenly, a blaring, red security alert flashed across Kevin’s computer screen. "Sir!" Kevin shouted. "An authorized access code was just used to open the front gates of the Stewart mansion!" Simultaneously, Edward’s phone vibrated in his hand. A new text illuminated the screen. “You are still looking in the wron

"My condolences. To the loss of your father." "Thank you, Mr. Nodrig," I replied, heading back inside. At the doorknob is where I found Mr. Edward standing, giving me the feeling that he was either eavesdropping or really worried for my safety. "Did that man leave?" he asked in concern. "Yes, he did. He is a man of so many words, Mr. Edward. You've never met him before?" I asked. "No! I believe he's from the Frosthaven mine to the looks of it. It's the only town I've never been to in over twenty years now."

He chuckled. "Have a great day, Mr. Baldwin, I'll see you around," Edward responded and bid him farewell as he walked away. He continued to look all over the campus but to no avail, there was no sign of her. Then he reached the school gates. He approached the school guard, at his guardpost, who kept grinning while reading an FHM magazine. "Hi, excuse me," he grabbed his attention. The guard turned to him, looking irritated. "What?!"

" What are you talking about " He knelt down and cleaned the dust on the tomb in front of us ,I looked closely and I saw the name written on it . " Annabelle theodore " Suddenly Edward brought out a rose flower and placed it on top on the grave . " Hello mother , How have you been " " Edward is this your mother " " Yes ,I brought you here to introduce you to my mother " " Oh my " He continued to speak to the grave in front of us . " Mother meet my wife Valerie Theodore "