Edwin Jarvis Novels & Stories

She appreciated Edwin’s ability to weave humor into the air, making it feel warm and welcoming. Just as she was getting comfortable, Grandpa Woods, who had been quietly observing, slammed his hand on the table, silencing everyone. “Edwin, where have you been? You vanish for days and then show up here like you own the place. You missed the welcoming dinner for Sebastian’s wife. That’s not like you.” Edwin leaned back in his chair, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Oh, I was just out looking for my own future wife, Grandpa. You know, so I can rub it back in Sebastian’s face!”

“Um… yeah! Look at him, look at those arms, he must work out. And those glasses — Jesus Christ, I’m melting.” Bella truly didn’t see the appeal. Edwin was an attractive man, but he was so fucking dull, even more so than Isaac. Sometimes she wondered if he had a therapist of his own to cry to, because there was no way that man wasn’t mental — just like his boss, her bitch ex-husband!

CLEANING BREAK TURNS KINKY I never expected my Tuesday morning cleaning shift at Mr. Voss’s mansion to end with me bent over the kitchen island getting fucked by my billionaire boss. I was just Edwin, the 24-year-old cleaner who showed up five days a week in my gray uniform polo and black shorts, earbuds in, trying to stay invisible while polishing marble and scrubbing floors that cost more than my entire year’s rent.

The man who had yet to recover from the pain fell to the ground unexpectedly! "Ah! My hand! My hand…… who the fuck dares……" The man held his right hand's wrist, continuously trembling. He felt as if his entire hand was going to be crippled! But when he looked up and saw Edwiin's face, he freaked out. Edwiin's eyes were dark, his lips were light red, and his temperament was like an unapproachable moon. There would be a storm where he has been. There was no one in Jena City who didn't know who Edwiin was. He was the leader of the richest family in Jena City！

"Our son is brave and remarkable. We will go and bring him home. We must." Edwin was known to be a stoic man. He was a marquis and a dignified second-rank official. Back then, he had managed to hold back tears upon hearing the news of his son's sacrifice. But now, he couldn't contain his tears after hearing that his son was alive. He couldn't, not even with the Hell Monarch's princess consort present and standing before him. Carissa said, "Lord Edwin, as Minister of Infrastructure, you can't easily leave the capital. However, Lord Julian can accompany us."

Edwin put the frame on the table back and looked at his dad, “I’ll just sleep later, Dad. What about you?” Edwin’s father smiled and walked to his side and took a chair to sit. “I just wanted to fill my water jar but seeing the study room, light on, come here.” Edwin finally noticed a water jar on the table. “Then you should go back and rest now.” Mr Hutson nodded to his words, “I’ll but what happened, why are you looking lost?” Edwin stood from his chair and went to the window side to look at the sky, “Nothing too deep. I'm just thinking about Rebecca and my future.”

Marcus, on the other hand, showed no signs of anxiety or sadness, calmly accepting the bad news. "Oh, and Edward, was your grandfather the designer of NV-1966? Antonio said the principles are similar. Is there a cure?" Jessica asked Edward.

Carl lit a cigarette as he waited nervously for Antonette to arrive. Jarvis was waiting there with him too, when suddenly he held his belly and cried, “Boss, I have to go to the restroom.” “Why do you have to pick now?” he hissed. Jarvis looked at him and moaned, “I don’t know. I must have eaten something bad.” Annoyed, Carl waved him away. Jarvis ran to a corner and hid there. From his hiding place, he saw Antonette approaching. As quietly as he could, Jarvis called Ken.

A smile flickered at the edge of his mouth, he once had a frame of himself and Everly. “Would things ever return to the way it was?” he conceived and lowered his gaze. If only he could rewind and pick up the pieces of life he left behind. “You're going to need this.” Murat Mohr cut through his thoughts and lifted his arms towards Edwin with what seemed like an identity card. “Huh?” Edwin narrowed his gaze. “You're a dead man, remember?” Edwin seemed to have forgotten so soon as he exhaled deeply, that night could have sent his name down the list of those In the pool of history.

Cassius looks immensely pleased with himself. We set Edwin down at a table and he gets a mug of coffee, a piece of bread and cheese. Rogues sit down with him. Partially to keep an eye on him partially out of curiosity. They mean no harm but they enjoy antagonising him with their daunting presence a bit too much. “Who is that?” Maverick asks as he sits down with me and Cassius out of the sight line of Edwin. “Edwin, Cooper's best friend. He’s studying to become a doctor. He positively hates fighting. Dad sent him here with a note.”