Gotham Ed Novels & Stories

(DANIEL) The beat from Cardi B’s most infamous anthem, WAP, hums in the car: crude and profane. I’m a certified Bardi, but that song is nothing compared to what Gareth will do to me. Pulling up in the garage, I snag the package from the backseat. My fingers skim the pistol I keep under the seat. London’s dangerous for queers like me. I’ve had it since the mugging last year. I kill the engine. The car beeps twice as I sashay into my compound. Sorry, our compound. Gareth and I. I work for the cash, he fucks my brains out. Proper division of labour.

That's definitely awesome, haha. Suddenly, something appeared on my screen. Hmm .. What is this? I opened it even though I saw an unusual mail with an unfamiliar address. Ohh…. Happy day! This is a BLKQ gaming product. We have watched countless game streams, but only you have managed to hold our interest. You are cordially invited to join our team. If you have made a decision, you can respond to this email. We're eager for you to join our team. Thank you.

"Honey, I was foolish for a moment. You know I love you." "I was only joking around. I didn't really hurt you. Forgive me, okay? Aiden needs his mother." "Honey, I'm sorry. Please don't ruin me, okay?" When I kept refusing to reply, her true nature finally emerged. Voice messages came one after another. "Miles Lawson, what good does it do you if I go to prison?" "Are you trying to kill me on purpose? My job, my family, my life--you're going to destroy everything!"

I shifted my weight uneasily on both feet as a loud rumbling of thunder pedaled through the night’s air, the second time now since we had marched on horseback into the thick forest of dried trees. “How long has the body been here?” Anthony’s gruff voice was emotionless, but I could sense the rage simmering beneath his calm exterior. The rogue’s words blurred in my ears as I stared at the body…or what remained of it. Ezra Gooding...one of the elite wolves of Gotham looked like a bloody mass of potato pudding, a dark stain on the billowing snow.

Dad stand up, as does my mom, the beta follows, then me and Tristan, and finally the enforcer, we're not meaning any jokes anymore. "She's ours now, if you want a war start one, we're not giving her up" dad says walking out of the bar, we all follow him. Dad is one hell of a badass, I agree on every word he said, we're not giving Eden up, she's my Eden.

CHAPTER 28: ADIEU TRAITOR "Are you sure you don't want me to follow you?" Gotham asked with a concerned expression on his face while closing the door to the passenger seat for me to get out. I shook my head to say no, and tightened my grasp on my thick brown coat to protect me from the weather, as I wore a pair of loose pants, sneakers, and a cropped T-shirt. I started to walk away silently but Gotham pulled me back, "You are going to make me lose my job. Mr Blackwood asked me never to let you out of my sight," he scolded

she said and leaned towards Iktanne's ear and whispered, "... we've heard a few days ago in the library from the proctors that the Giants were collecting gold and souls from the normals. They said that there was an insignia left on the shores of the north... which might cause a great trouble because it links back here in the Academy and the Empire." Iktanne's face was wild with shock. "What insignia was it?," she whispered back. "Well, we don't know for the bell started ringing for our next class so we weren't able to get what they were saying." The blond guy, Anthony, stood up from the other end of the couch and interrupted them, saying he'll be away to get some food. He looked at Iktanne's

That I had another nightmare and panicked? "Zoya?" Xander's face shifted from anger to confusion. He didn't need to ask the question. "Well, well," Castellan Blackthorn stood up, a smirk forming on his lips. Two curled snakes are inked to the side of his neck, the samurai tattoo reminding me that he was the representative of the Blackthorn family. I glanced across the grim faces in the room. Gezhi of the Woodvane family, Jason who was Xander's beta, the elders, and three other families I couldn't recall.

Jordan gleefully expressed. “Not the time” I laughed. And we hailed a cab down 6th Eastern Boulevard down to the Financial District of the city – otherwise known as “Capital City”. Jordan and I work at the same financial firm – he’s interning at the finance, administration and accounting division of the company while I am on the junior marketing team – speacliasing in social media management and business analysis.