Edward Point Novels & Stories

Gideon spoke his voice firm as he handed Edward his card. “Let's meet up privately and talk, maybe I could be able to offer some help or insight” Edward's face looked stunned, his eyes brightened as a wide smile appeared at the corner of his lips, he must be dancing with joy, seeing that he was finally getting what he wanted.

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.

Meryl giggled while Kathy stared blankly into the air. Once Edward took leave from his friends, he hurried towards the high school building that was a few miles away. He had already chosen his next victims. Both of them were high school students and were close friends. Edward always enjoyed pursuing, confusing and surprising his victims and he was sure that his new adventure was going to be fun. They had two day remaining before the inauguration of the Chalice. Knowing that they had a lot to organize, Hansel and Olivia got to the research work. Roxi volunteered d to help them.

Over breakfast Zia decided she would go pay Edward a visit at work and surprise him. Borrowing Gray’s car, Zia drove to Edward’s school. When she arrived she could see students entering the gate. She parked the car and entered the building. She went straight to Edward’s room; however, he was still not there. She turned and searched for the teacher’s lounge. When she finally found it, she opened it cautiously, scanning the area.

"I am." "Liam Hart." Edward's voice was hollow, disbelieving. "You're Liam Hart. CEO of Mindscale." "That's correct." Edward let out a bitter laugh. "And you bought my company." "I bought a company," Liam corrected, his voice cool. "It happened to be the one you work for." "Bullshit." Edward's hands trembled at his sides. "Don't stand there and pretend this isn't personal." Liam set down the papers he'd been holding, his movements deliberate. He looked at Marcus. "Give us the room."

Herman's stern expression didn't fade away as he asked heavily, "Who is Edward?" "Edward, huh..." Camellia elongated her voice, laughing with elegance and allure. "You claim to be so powerful, yet you haven't heard of Edward? Edward from Arabia, a weapons research expert, a virus creator. He's the original creator of the 991KTKY virus. In just one night, Arthur Sea Creatures ceased to exist. Such a prominent figure, and you don't know about him?" "I will kill him!" Herman said coldly, exuding dominance. Alright, he remembered Edward.

But a day came, when Daniel found a good use of Edward. ‘You will be getting married to Sophia Porous, the daughter of the owners of Bloom Electronics in a month time’, Daniel had told Edward in a commanding voice, which showed he wasn’t asking for Edward’s opinion and what he had said was final. For the first time in his entire life, Edward spoke back at his father.

"Come on, you're the dad. Your daughter is being proposed to, so it's a very important event. Don't you have anything to say to Cecily and Austin, or Austin's mom?" Edward shuddered. He nodded earnestly. "Yes, I should say something." As he spoke, he couldn't help but hunch his back a little. Edward's build had always been tall and big. At that moment, when he hunched his back, he looked a little awkward. Then, as the crowd watched in shock, Edward took a few steps forward and stood before Ezra, who had been silent all this while. He extended his hands and smiled.

Maybe she was framed like she claimed. The car slowed. We pulled up at DK Groups. The building was all glass and angle. Edward was known for his versatility, especially in his dealings with humans. Nearly eighty percent of his workforce were human, and that gave him weight in the country’s financial and economic sectors. He wasn’t a man to be underestimated. We rode the elevator to his office floor. Inside, his secretary stood as we entered. “Mr. Roche,” she said, smiling too much, “Mr. Edward is in an emergency meeting. He asked that you wait in his office.”

As time flew by, Edward could feel his heartbeat increase by the second. “What do I do? Can I send it to someone else?” he questioned himself but taking a second look at his staff, he was sure there was none to handle the job so well as he would. When it was almost time to leave, Edward took his car and drove to Carlson Empire. Presenting his ID at the gate before he was allowed entrance was something he had not expected. “Hello Mr Frank Edwards, you may please have a seat while you wait on the boss,” Brandon said, taking him into the private launch. “What may I offer you?” Brandon asked.