Jon Eddsworld Novels & Stories

CLEANING BREAK TURNS KINKY I never expected my Tuesday morning cleaning shift at Mr. Voss’s mansion to end with me bent over the kitchen island getting fucked by my billionaire boss. I was just Edwin, the 24-year-old cleaner who showed up five days a week in my gray uniform polo and black shorts, earbuds in, trying to stay invisible while polishing marble and scrubbing floors that cost more than my entire year’s rent.

The man who had yet to recover from the pain fell to the ground unexpectedly! "Ah! My hand! My hand…… who the fuck dares……" The man held his right hand's wrist, continuously trembling. He felt as if his entire hand was going to be crippled! But when he looked up and saw Edwiin's face, he freaked out. Edwiin's eyes were dark, his lips were light red, and his temperament was like an unapproachable moon. There would be a storm where he has been. There was no one in Jena City who didn't know who Edwiin was. He was the leader of the richest family in Jena City！

Edward As I stepped onto Jojo Island, I couldn't help but feel a rush of relief at the welcoming air that surrounded me. The sight of men resting for the night and others gathered around a crackling fire, engaged in lively games and conversation, lifted my spirits even further. While some of the men continued to work on the fire, I could see that others were calming down for the evening. Their laughing and warmth filled the air. Their warm welcome was unexpected but appreciated. They greeted me with a chant, their enthusiasm evident. Returning their greeting, I praised them for their dedication to living in secrecy, safeguarding Galentia from Sebastian's reach, and protecting Edwina.

kind of goes along with it. I've noticed several handsome men just on my floor at Eddings. Once of which was at our table that first Friday. His name is Tommy… Thomas Jenner. I'm still not sure what he does at Eddings, but he's always well-dressed in a suit or jacket, and he's got the most amazing pair of blue eyes -- just a perfect skyblue pitch to them. Rest those above the dimples and a rather rugged jaw line and… Well, you get my drift. This guy made my knees weak.

he asked. “Because he’s tall,” I replied, smiling. “Six-three, right, Joseph?” “Actually, six-four,” the tablet TTS replied. “Welcome back, Edward.” Mr. Edward sat up and stiffened. I don’t know what he was expecting, but surely not something so casual. He needed a couple of tries to reply. “Hello again, Uncle. It’s been a long time.” “Indeed.” “Mr. Blotter?” the guest ventured, looking down at the armchair.

She didn't directly challenge Jennifer, but her words carried weight. Eden led Joy and Ewan away. As they followed her, Ewan gave her a thumbs up and said, "You're the best, chief!" Eden was the only person who had ever truly impressed him. She was just a transfer student from the countryside, yet she managed to keep the school bullies in line, excelled in her studies, and possessed exceptional medical skills. She was like a legend. "Don't you think Eden seems a bit different?" Joy asked. "In what way?" Ewan took a closer look at Eden but didn’t notice anything unusual.

He had his own large room in the Vazquez family, but instead of valuable items, it was filled with Skipper Private's toys. He rummaged through the room, unsure of what gift to give Lena. When the man walked into the room, he saw him standing in front of a pile of dog toys, lost in thought. Edwin was one meter eighty tall. His face could be intimidating if he didn't speak, but as soon as he started talking, the innocence in his eyes would reveal his abnormality. The man held his coffee and watched as he picked up one toy after another, then threw them away dissatisfied.

He said and I smiled widely at him, wondering if my husband was manipulating him. "My name is Mr. Joshua; people call me Josh for short; I’m the co-founder of ED Company; nice to meet you." He said this while extending his hand to me, and I took his hand and shook it. "Mr. Joshua, I'm sorry for asking, but what's the meaning of ED?" I stated unequivocally. "ED is an abbreviation for Eliminate Demons," he explained, and I gasped. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Our goal is to capture demons and destroy them; they don’t belong on earth." He said making me clench my fist.

Did a failure, an emotional mess, in the name of a mother deserve a son so understanding and sensitive. Time just stood still, as I embraced my world in my arms, waves after waves of relief washed over me. I wished this moment to be a little longer, but Zuriel’s voice brought me back to the world of reality. “So, our Eddie is back in his room with us?” He was leaning against the door frame, three upper buttons of his shirt open, and the coat in his hand, reminding me that he was back from office, and it was Eddie’s dinner time.

both she and Andrew replied adamantly and at the same time. “Okay. That Mrs. Holland that owns the diner was an old friend of Edward and Miranda,” Will began. “When he wasn’t working, Edward used to come in, smoke and drink coffee all day. Helen said the last time they saw him was in April or so.” “That fits roughly with when he came to New York City looking for my brother,” Andrew corroborated. It also fit the mental profile he’d established about Montero and the kind of places he’d have felt comfortable.