Edwin Reviews Novels & Stories

Noticing her expression, he could not help but laugh. “Why are you looking at me like that?” As he spoke, Edwin pulled Yvonne along toward the pharmacy. Yvonne blurted out instinctively, “I just feel like you’re a bit strange right now.” Edwin’s steps paused. But it was only for a brief moment. He quickly recovered and continued pulling her toward the pharmacy. “That’s because you know too little about me.” Edwin said lightly, “With this chance, you should get to know me better, instead of judging me with just your own perspective.”

“And then?” “And then, I started loving it,” Edwin continued, his tone more thoughtful. “There’s something satisfying about creating something from scratch—turning an idea into something tangible, something beautiful. Plus, let’s not lie, the pay isn’t bad.” He shot her a playful glance. “And hey, who doesn’t want to be surrounded by diamonds and gold?” Evelyn laughed lightly. “That does sound nice.” He glanced at her briefly. “Do you think it’s a weird job for me?”

she stood up from where she sat, leaving the whole air around me heated that I almost choked. She's right. Edwin deserves every good that comes from his hard work. He didn't do me wrong either and he's unexceptionally good with what he does. The few times I hung out with him and argued with him, I can tell how drop-dead-gorgeous a serious man like him can be. Not like Maxwell whom I've known for years, Edwin is always grateful.

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!

Edwin screeched "yes. That's right.. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that, I think you've proven you're a good woman, and Edwin really likes you, your the first watcher he has kept for so long.. I could have been a little ....nicer" Edwin cleared his throat eyeing his father. "a lot nicer" Tar corrected. I thought it was cute how Edwin and Tars relationship worked and quite funny actually, A big man listening to his seven year old boy.

Edwin snorted and sat back down at his desk to finish his job before lunch. Diaz responded more effectively this time, put an end to his robotic movements, swiveled the chair so that his body was facing Edwin's cubic, and focused intently on the portion of the man's body that was still visible. He folded his arms in front of his chest and gave Edwin a dead-eyed stare. "Win." "Hm? What? What? You only want to talk right now?" Edwin answered casually. Still opting to focus on the monitor screen rather than having to listen to his coworkers play the customary game with him.

However, the people accompanying Edwin were unfamiliar to Adrian and his group. They had no idea where Edwin had found these reinforcements. Regardless, Edwin’s presence made a significant difference in the battle. Edwin leaped into the air, unleashing an immense sword intent. With minimal movement, his sword intent swept through the battlefield, causing cries of agony to echo one after another. Countless daemons were effortlessly slain by his attack. His sword intent spread across the battlefield, cleaving through mountains and creating enormous fissures.

“No wonder you’re the one behind Z. This is just the tip of the iceberg, and your analysis is already so impressive. Truly remarkable.” Edwin merely let out a faint hum as he handed the paper back to Autumn, then said calmly, “Some parts of this need improvement. Is there anything you don’t understand?” Autumn nodded. “Yes, Professor. There are a few areas I wasn’t quite clear on—I was just about to ask you for guidance.” Nothing could escape his eyes. Just one glance and he already saw where the issues lay. Edwin then walked her through the mistakes in detail. As he explained, everything suddenly clicked for Autumn, and her expression lit up with realization.