Edward Point Novels & Stories

San Diego had me feeling differently. It was like I became Alex Gray the moment I drove into the city. My personality changed over the following two weeks as I followed Jordan Reed. He was the Vice President of The Reapers and second in command. I knew that if I could get close to him, I was as good as in. He had a set routine and after two weeks, I knew it by heart. He liked to frequent the bar on Broadway in East Village. It also happened to be the whole club’s favorite spot.

"There's something you should probably know first." Edward freezes, his finger hovering over the screen. "What?" Here's the thing about Edward—he's paranoid about his money, and rightfully so. He has billions stored in various banks and shell companies around the world, all carefully hidden from authorities and business partners alike. But because he needed someone to be listed as his next of kin for legal purposes, he put me down as the beneficiary and account holder for several of his largest holdings. I pull out my phone and show him a screenshotted document.

“Could we start the morning briefing now?” Edward returned to his seat. He gave a nod. “Wait me in the meeting room”. Bernard rose from his seat. “Anything else, Mr. Edward?” Edward sighed and rested his hands on the table. “I think I haven’t anything to be asked. Oh, please prepare the points about the distribution problem. We should find some alternatives”. Bernard wrote on his tablet before asking permission to leave Edward’s room. Inside his room, Edward was taking a seat alone. ‘Elena Rouge is a freelance agent?’ He put his clenched hands on his front lips.

Edward called his guards spotted at the mansion door "Yes Boss" they all responded "Who brought this and placed it on my car?" He asked "We have no idea Boss, no one was seen to enter the premises today" they responded "You all are so stupid" Edward said disappointedly He grabbed the letter and opened it up hastenly..he was astonished to see that it is from Mike. Edward gulps

I was past the growth stage and is tood at six feet and five inches but the man before me was almost seven feet tall. Dressed in a dark coat, boots still muddy from wherever he was from, hair tousled by wind, he looked as if he was ready to murder someone and I liked it. His eyes were sharp, glowing faintly amber beneath the surface, they were almost fiery orange. I stood to meet him. “Thank you for coming.” Edward barely nodded. “Start from the top. Everything you saw. Everything you have done.” I quickly walked him through it, how he couldn’t reach Albert, finding the phone, checking with classmates. With each word, Edward’s jaw tightened.

Reynold must be in there in the middle of the blaze. Edward got up and didn't care about Diego anymore. He let go of the man and ran straight into the building. Meanwhile, Zean's men had just arrived. Zean gave orders to his men with a single gesture that meant "Finish them all!" Edward entered the building and charged into the flames. His fatherly intuition told him that Reynold must be in there. "Dear God, please. Give me a clue as to where Reynold is!" Edward searched for Reynold's whereabouts while praying. He was really close to breaking down as the fire grew bigger.

She was not a goddess. "Who is the person?" Pete said that he was thinking of taking back the pictures for himself so that he could keep them in his house. "There," the man pointed at the tall black suit men with wide shoulders. People's attention was on him. When Pete and Rebecca waited for him to turn around, they were not expecting to get more jolt, but they did when they saw it was Edward standing in front of them. "He bought them!" The man said and left Pete's side. Meanwhile, Rebecca felt a chill run down her spine, and a ball of nervousness rolled down her throat.

"Go ahead and observe what happens inside my castle! Your life will be the price. I'll see how far you can get me away from that blind woman." Edward was still focused on the two yellow dots that seemed to be moving backwards. A slight smirk appeared on his thin lips, then his hand grabbed his bow and arrow and began to aim. There was a hum of wind produced by the arrow's flight that was able to turn the silent night into noise.

I need to claim the fuck down right now. (Edward POV) I reached my place at quarter past four because I was running some errands for my mom. My mother is a doctor who owns a hospital named Rosewood Clinic, my father passed away when I was very young. I am studying science and technology so that I have different things to fall back on besides my late father has a large brunch that expands to different states and centuries. My father was successful according to my mom. So I wanted to become like him, but more ruthless and I won't work those that are lazing about. I want people that can keep up with my paste, maybe a vice president will do. But who to appoint that position? Do I also need a san

Then I turned and started back down the path. I had been heading toward the gate. But as I passed the newer section of the cemetery — the darker stones, the ones that hadn't yet weathered to the same grey as the older ones — I slowed. Edward's grave was a short distance to my left. I could see it from the path. Large and broad, a simple grey stone with his name and nothing else, because Edward had specified no inscription. He had said he had spent enough of his life putting words to things he should have simply done.