Edwin Jarvis Novels & Stories

"Okay. Bring her over for dinner." Another pause. "For your own sake, I hope she's worth all this stress." He chuckled. "This Saturday works for me. Alright... take care." He ended the call and placed the phone on the bedside table. "Sorry," he said. "That was my son, Jarvis." The moment I heard that name, my heart stumbled, Jarvis. I shifted slightly, hoping my face hadn't given anything away. "He says he's finally met the woman he wants to marry." Elvis smiled, shaking his head. "Jarvis and his hasty decisions. The boy has always moved faster than his own shadow." I stared at him, my mind suddenly blank. For one terrifying second, I died on the spot.

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.