Edward Point Novels & Stories

Nathan’s voice wavered between disbelief and a sort of cautious hope. Edward chuckled, a sound that seemed both nostalgic and regretful. “Died is a strong word, my boy. I’m here, aren’t I?” “What are you talking about?” Nathan pressed, his eyes narrowing. “Look, if this is some sort of prank, it’s not funny.” “It’s not a prank,” Edward said. “It’s quite real. I’m your uncle.” My mind was racing. Edward’s Gulch, a steep ravine not far from here, was named after this man who had supposedly met a tragic end there years ago. And yet, here he was, standing in the Council building as though he had just returned from a long vacation.

“Edward, who is he?” Anna looked curiously at Ferb. “You don’t know him?” Edward had a serious look on his face as he said, “He’s Ferb Quaid, the eldest son of the Quaid family in South River City. He was born with a silver spoon, so no one dares to cross him.” The three inhaled sharply. Then, Raymond exclaimed, “Look! He’s heading straight to Chase!” They looked over and saw that Ferb was indeed slowly making his way toward Chase.

“What are you doing Bryan? Who okayed this?” “Don’t worry,” I muttered. “It was Edward.” “What?” “I’ll explain everything to you later.” She nodded as I turned to see Carlson spiraling where he stood. “I will not let this happen. I will not let this stand. This is preposterous. This is stupid.” “And this is what Edward wants,” I said, correcting him. “Edward wants this company to be the epitome of goodwill. This hotel needs someone who knows what they are doing. Eloise has proved it time and time again.”

“That’s all for today. If you remember anything useful, reach out to any of the boys outside. If I am around I will come personally, but if I am not, we will speak through the phone." Edward nodded slowly from the bed, his body still weak from everything he had been forced to remember and speak aloud. His eyes stayed on Adrian trying to decide whether the man standing before him was salvation or something more dangerous than the person who almost killed him. “Okay sir,” Edward replied quietly, his voice rough and drained.

Edward has asked him to bring all the fruit he sees to the sitting room, because since he doesn't have the appetite to eat cooked food, then he could at least force himself to eat fruits. Edward grabs an apple from the basket, before standing up from his chair. He washed the apple before using the knife that Ezekiel brought along to divide the apple. When he was finally done with two apples and an orange, he decided to focus on his work, and try his possible best to put Cecelia at the back of his mind. Edward focused his gaze on the computer screen, and started hacking into the next city street camera...... and then he saw a red light indicating that the person was in that street.

Arthur walked over to a seat where Edward's butler, Mr Brown, sat and sat down beside him. Seeing that the coast was now clear, Edward turned and continued with his walk. As he approached the stage, he wiped off the smug look that he had on his face and put on a large smile. "Mr Rogers," Edward said with a grin as he stretched his hands towards Rogers, the council head. The old man stood up from his seat and grabbed the hand, shook it vehemently and sat back down with a grunt. Edward then proceeded to greeting all the other elders one by one, shaking their hands and greeting the ones that he knew by name. When he was done, he walked towards a seat that had been placed a little far off from t

"As expected. It's the most important event of the semester." "Yes, yes." Edward adjusted his tie, a gesture I'd come to recognize as a sign of nerves. "I thought you'd want to know, considering your… history." "Thank you for the consideration, but I'm here as Sunvale's PR coordinator. My personal history has nothing to do with it." Edward nodded, though his eyes said something else. That same calculating look that had unsettled me ever since Christian warned me of his true intentions. "Of course, of course. I just thought—"

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but there’s a message here for you, my king,” Edward said, stepping into the conquered estate hall with a scroll in his hand. “Richard of the King’s men found it on the stairs of the estate, and there was no footprint to trace it. He believes it came through a carrier pigeon.” Xavier stopped speaking and turned to face Edward, who had interrupted his discussion with Alpha Koz and Sir Valerio.

he said calmly. “Why on earth—” Edward pointed at me. “I waited for her all night in 203, and she didn’t come. So. Deal’s off.” With that, he walked away, leaving my uncle and aunt’s faces drained of color.

Aiden paled considerably. "Good. Now tell her everything right here, right now. Tell her how you know everything and why" Aiden froze, beads of sweat appearing on his face. "Cat got your tongue, Edward?" I frowned, confused. Edward? Who the hell is Edward? "M-my real name is Edward Carson a-and- I work for Scorpion's eye organization" "W-what?!" "Go on. Tell her what you've been doing even before she decided to leave" Lee said.