Edward X Winry Novels & Stories

I won’t apologize for enjoying it. Drake picks up a knife and begins sharpening it slowly, letting the sound build tension. Edward holds his breath, watching that blade like it might decide his fate all on its own. I walk over and take it from Drake’s hand, winking at him. “Drake, get me the hose. Ben, the wolfsbane.” They nod and move into action while I step toward Edward, smiling. Sweet and fake. “So, Eddy. Who were you working with?” He rolls his eyes.

“This is insulting to me. I didn’t expect someone like you to replace Flame Ledesma.” “Hey! Watch your words!” Edward shouted at Hendrix. “I’m the most handsome creature in the world. Do you want to be the ugliest creature in the world?!” Hendrix frowned and looked at Edward. I think Hendrix was surprised at how Edward spoke. Everyone feared every one of them, especially Yuichi,. They were known as a ruthless organization.

Beta Ryan fills the glasses up with wine and hands one to Alpha Edward, then Nina and me. ‘Beta Ryan tells me you are here to search for your mate?’ ‘Yes, Alpha Edward. I am.’ ‘Well, aren’t you an eager Alpha to be wanting to find your mate so soon?’ he chuckles. ‘Very eager, Alpha Edward.’ ‘I see. Let’s drink, and I’ll have the she-wolves called up.’ He mind-links Ryan to ready the unmated she-wolves. We finish our wine and follow Alpha Edward out the door.

Jean asks, her face written in every language of curiosity. "It's simple. But before I tell you. When Edward showed up, there showed up a woman with him. Her name is Angela, known as Angie to most of the men. She is completely untouchable because she's Edward's woman. The first and last time a man tried to lay a hand on her, not even in assault or anything, just for her to shift, Edward cut off those hands. He has a prosthetic arm now anyway. The reason for telling you this short information is because the reason you're wanted dead has to do with her." "What do you mean?"

Sure he was handsome and all, but she was not into him. "Hey Loraine?" Edward greeted, without looking at her. He was not here for her, and he was well aware that his presence annoyed her. "What do you want?" Loraine asked, sounding not so polite. She hated people who were a threat to her and Arthur's relationship. Ignoring Loraine's question, Edward walked towards Amber, extending his arm as he charmingly said with a smile "Hi, I'm Edward Kroos." Amber firmly shook his hand as she replied, with a smile. "Nice to meet you, I'm Amber Rotherham."

Erik, who was still being ignored, was a little anxious. Did Edward forget that he has a girlfriend? How could he make such a bet with Sanshine Mier? You know, Sanshine Mier is a famous "playboy" in the entertainment industry. If Edward loses, she will definitely take the opportunity to make some excessive demands. What's more, Edward is bound to lose this bet no matter how you look at it. How could Sanshine Mier win the Golden Melody Award for Best Female Singer? "It's okay, I know my limits."

Zale hid behind me, as if he can hide, he is basically taller than me. "And? What do you want?" I asked. The man with wings was taken aback as I look at the elder with fiery eyes. The man yelled when something was burning beside him, but Zale immediately extinguished it. "The wind told us that you are planning to save Zephyrine. Please, I ask of you fated ones, help us to have our princess back. This knight-dom is not as peaceful as it seems, they are simply using my daughter's power and draining her." The man with wings cried. I looked at him, so he is Lady Zephyrine's father?

"Hey, b*stard, who gave you the right to hit her?" a man's voice echoed. Edward clutched his chest and looked up, surprised to find that the person who had kicked him was none other than Raymond Whitfield, the heir of Chronos Limited. As a minor heir from Little Xeottect, Edward was no match for Raymond, a force to be reckoned with. Raymond strolled over to Tiana's side, casually wrapping his arm around her slender waist, and glanced at Logan.

Ariadne steels herself, gaze moving down to the bed where her best friend lays still. He's got a big bandage around his head, hair gone, most of it shaved off. Edward's eyes are closed, a respirator in his mouth, pushing the air in and out of his lungs so he doesn't die. His arms are lined with IV needles, and he looks so small and breakable that Ariadne wants to cry. "Everyone," the White Wolf hisses. "Get out." “Ariadne,” Calvin tries, but Ariadne snarls at him.