Jon Eddsworld Novels & Stories

When we finally reached Edward's room, we came to realize our plan might be harder to execute but there was no backing out anymore. "Mr. Juarez, I thought you would be visiting tomorrow, what made you come a day earlier?" Mr. Stillon asked when the four of us entered the room. Mr. Stillon looked nothing like Edward, he was a stout man who was bald and chubby. He was wearing a t-shirt that said "Impossible" in red bold. He wore a designer watch and shoes. He looked like an old miscreant. I never liked him at all, he gave off a very wicked aura.

he said, his voice serious. Luna looked at him, her eyes wide with concern. "What is it?" she asked. Eddie hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. "I'm not like other people, Luna," he said. "I have a darkness inside of me that I've been struggling with for a long time. I've done things...terrible things...that I'm not proud of." Luna also seems to have guessed that. For example, how Eddie dealt with the two corrupt officials and inflicted cruel punishment on them by destroying their reputations.

This was his world, and tonight it felt colder than ever. He limped away from Kalu’s worried gaze, slipping quietly between containers until he reached a faded corner where old dock laborers gathered. Most of these men had been working here for decades, their skin weathered by salt and sun, their eyes sharp with secrets. One figure caught his attention—a large, burly man named Jonah. Eddie had heard whispers about him—Jonah once worked closely with Cassiel before disappearing from the syndicate’s radar. Eddie approached cautiously. “Jonah.”

Jared asked, unmoved about the news of the war “The blue moon pack apparently. Someone from crimson said her child was missing some weeks back if you remember” “I have been stressing a lot. I actually don’t remember” Jared said “Martha’s child, Eddie. The one you told one of your guards to look into?” Alice said “I did? Amazing. I don’t even remember any of it. Any ways, what’s wrong?” Jared ask d “Apparently, Eddie was found this morning , dead and hung at the gate of the blue moon valley. His body was hung right there” he said

Colours dancing in a perfect rhythm, creating a perfect frame. “Magical.” It left my mouth. The only word enough to describe the place. “Sure it is.” Edward whispered. I looked at him. A lot of memories playing in his eyes. “Jared and I used to play a lot around here.” He said. But, that was something my mind couldn't picture. Edward Wilson. This guy. Play. How is that? “I was once a kid too, you know.” He said. I couldn't help but smile as my mind created pictures of a five year old Edward. An Edward I never knew, but still existed.

“There’s nothing incriminating in there.” “Thank God.” I exhale. “One more day.” “Yes, and I’m saying you, most people have already made up their minds when they wake up tomorrow morning.” “You’re going to win.” “I might. Or I might not.” I pour myself a cup of coffee and join Jon at the table. Edward is still sleeping, and Jon’s alarm went off on accident this morning. He doesn’t have to work today but he forgot to turn off the alarm. Once he was awake, he came downstairs for breakfast. I was going to go back to sleep but got too anxious to see the paper.

Heaven The morning after Eden's visit, I was in the kitchen, happily preparing breakfast with him. The aroma of coffee filled the air as we laughed and shared stories, enjoying a rare moment of normalcy in the chaotic underworld. Eden, flipping pancakes, grinned. "Heaven, this feels like a glimpse into a parallel universe where we're just regular people." I chuckled. "Yeah, a universe without the constant threat of rival factions and family drama." As we bantered about mundane things, the kitchen door creaked open, and in walked Chase, his eyes narrowing as he saw Eden. "What's he still doing here?" he grumbled.

He made some honey water and placed it in front of Edwin while he made a coffee for himself. “What am I doing here?” Edwin asked, and Jordan sat back on the sofa and looked at him. “You were so drunk, so I bought you here. I knew you wouldn’t like it if I took you to my house.” Jordan said, and Edwin nodded in a thanking motion. Jordan waved his hand to tell him not to get bothered. “What’s happening in your life man? Last day I went to your office and heard you weren’t going to your office?” Jordan asked. Edwin can be referred to as someone who lives for working and if he wasn’t going office, the issue must be worth mentioning.

"Gosh, I can't even remember the last time I put food in my stomach." Ed couldn't walk anymore. He stopped and squatted by the side of the road like a madman. "Jonea… Jonea… Jonea… why do I keep thinking about her?" Minutes before going on stage and showing off the suit of armor for auction, Ed's hands shook as he unzipped Miller's dress. "You… not Miller?" shrieked Ed. "You… a girl?" When Ed was about to pull Jonea to see her face, suddenly the door opened, and someone hit him.

"Dad, Mom, thank you. I love you so much." Edward and Rachel laughed. "I'll go check the news." Getting up, Edward walked over to the computer. He would check the news every morning and night to keep up with international news. But when he navigated to the web page, he shuddered violently, and his expression shifted. At the same time, like a meteor falling to the ground, another piece of breaking news appeared out of nowhere, blowing the city up with its earth-shattering impact.