Edward Point Novels & Stories

Obviously, she hadn't noticed him so I pointed in the direction opposite us. "No," I've never seen him before. When I was about to respond, the guy stood up and started walking towards us. He was tall and muscular with brown hair and brown eyes. "He looks cute," Tracy giggled, warranting a warning look from me. "Not as cute as Tom," I said disapprovingly. "Of course, I didn't mean it that way," she said with a tinge of embarrassment. "Hey ladies, my name is Edward. I am here to watch a movie but it doesn't start immediately so I came here to while away time. Do you mind if I join you?" He asked, shifting his glance from Tracy to me and back to Tracy.

"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.

Now Edward stared up at the hall on the hill, yellow against green, and thought not of the past but of the future. Monument Point should have had him consumed with grief, but instead, it motivated him, energised his belief that he was destined to return to the lofty heights of prominence that he believed the Chorley name commanded. And he had never felt as certain of this as at that moment. The feeling had started in the early hours of that morning. He had woken from a dream in which he was staring down at the town from a great pedestal made from marble, yet the layers running through the marble were not grey, they were dark red, like veins pumping ruby blood beneath pallid skin. In the drea

"What happens now? Edward...?" "Edward is in a maximum-security federal holding facility. His assets are frozen, and the evidence from your locket has dismantled his entire network. He will spend the rest of his life behind bars," Clarissa replied, turning back to face him. "As for *Blackwood Capital*, the acquisition is complete. You no longer own the Vance Group."

he reasoned, pointing to Mrs Langford. Robyn’s face melted into a smile…large dark eyes glinting. They darted off. A few minutes later, a tall figure in a navy wool coat turned the corner, walking at an unhurried pace with one hand tucked into his pocket and the other casually holding a phone. Edward had been on his way to meet James nearby. He got pissed off when the latter changed their meeting place to the park. He brought the PI with him, as they were yet to find the identity of the person that leaked the false information to the press. But as he passed by, he heard the sound of soft tiny laughter, and something tugged at him—soft, insistent.

Halton said in mockery, provoking Edward. Edward immediately wanted to slaughter this pig, but only after getting the information he needed from him. "I know you won't kill me that easily, I know exactly what you want from me" Edward raised a dubious left brow, looking suspiciously at the cunning pig. "If you know what I want then tell me, Where is she?" asked Edward in a deep bone-chilling voice. "In Boston, USA," Halton stood up. He scanned the room with his hawk-like eyes. He realised where the penetrating smell of rotting meat was coming from.

"I'd like that, Cora. Together, we can achieve great things. And as for Max... well, let's just say that she's not going to be a problem for much longer." I felt a thrill of excitement at Henry's words. I knew that with his help, I could finally achieve my goals and take my rightful place as the ruler of New Eden. And as for Max... well, she was just a minor obstacle that would soon be eliminated. MAXINE I sat in Arlo's office, my eyes fixed on his as he explained the Nexus Point project. I had to admit, I was intrigued at the level of mastery he had put in his plan to use people for his own gain. The idea of a device that could harness and control the power of the Nexus was tantalizing.

But then, Edward added something new to the mantra: “Enzo Rivers is a bad man, but Edward has him locked up where he can’t hurt me. Edward is my savior.” Before I could repeat the words, the medicine kicked in and everything went dark.

“Edward is here. He’s brought four men.” “Only four? I hope you’re not insulted.” Marco grins. “I want to be, though. It’s been a while since I’ve had a workout.” “I told Red to take the plastic away.” “Way to ruin my afternoon.” We exchange a low chuckle, and that’s how Edward finds us when he stomps in.“You!” he says like some third-rate streaming service villain. “Where’s Red?”

I decided to write one specifically for Moana and another for Philomena. Dearest Moana, I know the last time we spoke, we were a bit hostile towards each other but with this letter, I’m praying to get a favorable response from you. I understand the war has affected all of us but there is something very unfortunate and very important that I need to share. This morning when I woke up from bed, I realized that Edward had gone, he had taken the children with him. He writes that he had moved and did not wish to be seen by his old acquaintances again and had started a new life in another place. I am speechless, saddened, and heartbroken.