Edény Novels & Stories

Gem spits while standing beside mom who is shaking "Haahaa oh yeah we can see you need breaking in, well don't worry cheery pie there's plenty of us whos willing to oblige, and as for this chocolate muffin," he says nodding to mom "well i don't usually like them older but Mmmmm i think ill have a bite of this one",

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Love y'all! Eden

said Gabe; as if asking justification for what he thought at that time. Ash nodded, said yes to Gabe's question. Gabe smiled as he tilted his head as their jet beads met, as if he had something to say. But Erin suddenly put her left hand around Gabe's neck. Gabe jumped in shock. "W-what's wrong, mom ?! So shocking." he protested a little. "Answer me, Gabe! Have you ever set foot on Eastwood or the Dark Forest?" asked Erin to the point. Gabe nodded. "Both, ma'am. I've set my foot in both locations." Gabe replied calmly.

Edward: Voice note [Don't forget to eat. Rest well after dinner.] Edward: [Sweet dreams, my love] Edward: [Morning. Have you had breakfast? I just finished showering and getting ready for the meeting. I hope everything goes smoothly. If you're going to work today, please be careful. Don't forget to wear a thick coat to avoid catching a cold.] Edward: [I just finished today's meeting. How are you there? Are you doing alright?] Edward: Sends a photo of the night view in Turkey [It's a shame you couldn't come. I swear, this place is perfect for a honeymoon]

Eden lifted a brow, "I didn't apply or anything. He just saw me fighting in the street," Henry stayed silent for a moment as he looked at him. He drove the car to a zone Eden has never been to before. There was no department store or food stalls. There were only mansions and trees. "He must have seen something in you," Henry finally spoke, "I'm sure you are special," Eden scoffed, "There's nothing special about me," "We're here," Eden looked outside and widened his eyes when he saw the big mansion Henry parked the car in front. It was like those fancy houses in the movies. There were large windows with black framed around the entire house. The garden was as big, and a small fountain welcomed

"I believe you haven't met our associate. This is Eden. She’s the new majority shareholder of the Moretti holdings." Vane blinked, his eyes traveling from the liquid silver of her dress to the cold, dead stare in her eyes. He smiled, that greasy politician's smile. "A pleasure. You look... familiar, my dear. Have we met?" Eden stepped forward, leaning into his space until the scent of her jasmine perfume filled his lungs. She raised her hand, the Moretti ring catching the light right in front of his eyes.

Eddy said as I was looking at him. “What kind of business?” I asked him before he smirked. “I need cargo to ship something to England. And I think Virtanen’s Shipping is the best choice. And since I am in Sweden, I would love to do the business here before I go back to Hungary where everything is prepped and ready,” he said as I was laughing. “You’re in a big hurry,” I said before Eddy smiled knowingly. “You have no idea,” he mumbled before I was thinking about what he said.

I didn't kiss a guy for 5 years I'm pretty nervous. And then he touches my lips and it's going automatically. I get lost and almost forget where we are when suddenly the bathroom door opens and I remember Defne in it. I immediately let go of his lips and get into Deniz room before she gets out. "Vay, vay, vay, eniste!" Defne playfully adds in Turkish saying wow three times and uncle to Hudson. Eniste is used in Turkish as the husband of the sister or an aunt. I guess she heard us. They both laugh and I hear their steps going downstairs.

He paused for a long moment before saying, “I suppose at this point it won’t matter. We are heading for Eden.” “Eden?” I exclaimed softly in complete lack of understanding as to where that was. “Yes, at least that’s what the Nazis called it. Never been there myself, but I’m sure that it’s a regular goose marching paradise.” My mind searched for clues as to what made sense of what I was hearing. Pulling on memory I said, “Do you mean Antarctica, the part of it called New Swabia by the Germans in World War II?” “Well, now, you do know a thing or two, don’t you my dear. No bad American blonde jokes for you, although I do detect a little something else other than American.”