Edwin Jarvis Novels & Stories

"That's reassuring." Jarvis had a voice crack typical of an old man, giving the impression that he could fall asleep at any moment. However, his resume shattered that assumption. Despite his elderly appearance, he possessed immeasurable martial prowess. He had traveled the country, defeating opponents with a renowned name. When he was targeted by an international hitman in his old age, he killed them with a flick of a coin, earning him international fame.

Unfortunately, Edwin realized it too late. Jovan seemed to be ready, wearing Edwin's sweater. This morning he would return to the city. It was impossible for him to stay while Edwin's family and company needed his dedication. At least Jovan was Edwin's right-hand man, so he knew a lot about everything related to the company. That's why he was temporarily replacing Edwin's position.

Jonathan added insult to injury by elucidating further, “Mr. Damaris is the heir of the Damaris family. Not only that, his medical skills are the most outstanding among the young generation of the Damaris family. As for his looks, you had seen him in person before, right? He has quite a pleasant temperament too. I heard Old Mr. Damaris was willing to collaborate with Dr. Jarvis partly because Mr. Damaris had helped pull some strings for her.” Jonathan added insult to injury by elucidating further, “Mr. Damaris is the heir of the Damaris family. Not only that, his medical skills are the most outstanding among the young generation of the Damaris family. As for his looks, you had seen him in pe

The warm breath sent hot chills down my body. "Ja...Jarvis." my lips trembled. Hot tears burn my eyes. The touch, the feelings. I slowly turned around, with his hands still around me. When I did, he pressed his forward against mine. "I'm sorry." He whispered in the space between us. 'I bet you're.' Edna, my wolf grumbled in my head. She has never liked Jarvis, the reason for her silence all along. I ignored her and focused on what was in front of me.

I have never found anyone else annoying enough asides Caleb Harris and Dylan Cooper, even the old geezer Gregory, I ended up liking him fairly. I nudged my brother’s shoulder, and we got into the elevator. I tried making jokes, but Jarvis’s mood never improved. I was pissed he was brooding over a girl like Elsa, someone who had nothing to offer him other than her body. We alighted from the elevator, and Jarvis headed down to his office. I excused myself and made for my usual, deserted restroom. After waiting aimlessly for some seconds, and the brunette hadn’t shown up, I brought out a cigarette, and lightened it up. It hadn’t been up to ten seconds when I heard that annoying voice again.

My brother carried him on his back while inhaling toxic smoke and enduring scorching heat. In order to rouse the unconscious Edwin and clear a path for him, my brother’s vocal cords were completely burned away. His tongue was necrotized and removed. When Edwin awoke in the hospital, he saw only Juvelia by his bedside. Juvelia claimed the credit and became the “savior” that he cherished deeply with all his heart. Yet the one who truly saved Edwin was despised and reviled, just because he was disfigured and disabled. He was denied even the right to appear before him.

I grumbled, bringing two fingers up to my temple and massaging. "Nothing I can't handle. Eddie sends his regards by the way," Gunnar began loosening his tie and rolling his sleeves up to his elbows, causing the sleeves of his black button-down to hug his muscles most deliciously, "he's successfully taken over the familia so we'll be doing business more often." "That's good for him," I muttered.

Hunter’s mind raced as Mason continued, oblivious to the storm brewing on the other end of the line. “The guy’s no small fry either,” Mason added. “He’s a well-known jewelry designer and even dabbles in sports acting. The name’s Edwin. Sound familiar?” Hunter’s grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned white. He felt a heat rising in his chest, threatening to boil over. “Edwin,” he spat. “Her childhood friend? Unbelievable. So, she’s already pouncing on another man?” Mason hesitated. “I don’t know about that, but—”

Then he saw five missed calls pop up in one go. Judging by the names, all the calls were from women. Edwin became more disdainful of Jack. ‘Jack is a real playboy. How can he compare with me? ‘When he turned around, he could even hit himself and got himself seriously injured. Maybe he has been weak from playing with women.’ Edwin told Jack's assistant about his injury. When Edwin was about to lock the phone screen, he suddenly saw a name, Joanna, in the address book, and then he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

He had his own large room in the Vazquez family, but instead of valuable items, it was filled with Skipper Private's toys. He rummaged through the room, unsure of what gift to give Lena. When the man walked into the room, he saw him standing in front of a pile of dog toys, lost in thought. Edwin was one meter eighty tall. His face could be intimidating if he didn't speak, but as soon as he started talking, the innocence in his eyes would reveal his abnormality. The man held his coffee and watched as he picked up one toy after another, then threw them away dissatisfied.