Edward Newgate Novels & Stories

"Prince Nathaniel." A butler greeted us as soon as we entered the palace. Nate, in return, nodded his head to acknowledge him. "Hi, Edward. Is my-" Nate started off but I had to gasp loudly at the name. "A vampire named Edward!?" I gasped. At the mention of his name, the vampire butler named Edward gave me a questioning look. "Yees...?" He asked while dragging the word out. Nate put his arm around me to cover my mouth. "Please, Edward. Just ignore her. Where's my brother Adam?" Nate immediately asked.

Patience accepted their platitudes, though Beatrice was not quite sure if her friend truly felt absolved. Edward pleaded ignorance, of course. This was of no surprise to The Newshounds, yet after Elmo had explained the events at Gull Cottage, and the impact The Green Man had on the overall township, even Beatrice had to admit that perhaps Edward had not been entirely responsible for his actions. This conclusion was made with the kind of caution reserved for a dangerous predator, and there was no doubt Edward met the criteria for this definition with ease.

‘‘Our Liziwe has quite the sharp tongue, you will have to excuse her; she means nothing by it,’’ apologised Miriam. ‘‘Yes, well perhaps she had better test her razor-sharp wit on Edward here, rather than myself! They are closer in age, and probably a better match in a battle of tongues,’’ remarked Nomthunzi. ‘‘I apologise, Aunt Nomthunzi, it was not my place to make such observations,’’ demurred Liziwe, ducking her head and taking a sip of tea. ‘‘Oh, never mind, child, never mind... did you know, Edward is fresh off the boat from Scotland? Only arrived last night. I’m sure he could do with-’’

Behind us, I could hear Cathy's muffled sobs and Taylor's gentle murmurs of comfort. The service began with a haunting rendition of "Ave Maria," Edward's favorite hymn. As the last notes faded, the priest stepped forward to speak about Edward's life and legacy. He spoke of Edward's unwavering faith, his dedication to family, and his commitment to making the world a better place.

Everyone looked in the direction of the door, only to see a young man in a light gray casual suit strolling in from the outside, with an inexplicable smile on his lips. "Who is so unruly, if you don't knock on the door, you will ......" August was about to have a seizure, but she was stunned after seeing Edward: "You ......" This person's eyes are too similar to her hoodie god! "August, this is the company's new agent Edward!"

“You as well, Edward. Good luck with everything over the next few days, okay?” Tipping his tweed flat cap hat at me, Edward stands to exit the bus and turns around to me. “My full name is Edward Robert O’Neil, by the way. Look me up if you want. My family is sort of famous in these parts. Oh, and one more thing, whoever it is that your still in love with and hurt you, it’s obvious you battle on whether to forgive them or not. Forgive them, even if they’re undeserving of it, find a way to forgive them for your own peace and reconciliation.” “I will.” Is all I can manage to say in response to Mr. O’Neil’s final words to me, rather stunned by them, now watching him scoot down the aisleway.

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. “I know you, Lianna,” she continued. “You hate apologizing. But do the right thing. He’ll forgive you.” I wasn’t so sure about that. Later that evening, when I stepped outside, I found Edward standing near the gates, speaking with his guards. His stance was rigid, arms folded across his chest, his dark hair tousled by the wind. The firelight from the torches flickered against his sharp features, casting shadows that made him look even more severe.

Caroline inquired suddenly. "Ma'am, I regret to inform you that your son, Edward, passed away yesterday," Officer Smith stated. Mrs. Caroline appeared bewildered, stuttering as she asked, "Um, which... which Edward? I spoke to my son just yesterday, so I believe there must be some mistake." "I fully understand your feelings, ma'am, but there is no mistake. Does your son Edward work for an online company as a delivery person?" Officer Smith queried. Mrs. Caroline stuttered once more, "Ye... yes, he does."

Could Charlie really not notice his absence? She was still piecing her thoughts together when Rex had already replied to the message: Rex: What’s going on over there?! Moments later, a video came through. The footage was dark. Four or five people were walking up a narrow, slanted path. Among them, the tall man in a dark suit stood out immediately—it was Edward. Beside him was a woman in a red evening gown. There was light coming from below, seeping out through a door. A trash can sat by the entrance. It looked like the back door of a kitchen.

I lifted my gaze toward Edward, who had direct connections to the Royal Internal Affairs. Edward looked reluctant for a moment. His lips pressed together as if debating whether he should say it. But eventually he sighed. " Around twenty five." My eyes widened instantly." You are saying he couldn't even accept one of those gorgeous women?" I leaned back slightly, raising an eyebrow. " Is he impotent or something?" Their faces turned pale immediately. George nearly choked on his breath while Edward straightened in his chair. " What are you saying about His Majesty? This is a crime!"