Jon X Eduardo Novels & Stories

He asked the servant that escorted Jude in to get him some snacks, the servant bowed and left. "It has been a long time," Edwardo said with a smile, he dropped the files he was sorting and focused on Jude. "Yes Sir, but I'm fully back," Jude replied, returning the smile. "How is your father doing?" Edwardo asked Jude with concern before rising up from his office desk. He walked towards Jude and sat on the couch opposite the one he was sitting on. "As busy as ever with work. He isn't yet ready to retire," Jude replied and dropped his cell phone beside him.

the voice said firmly, turning to see a brown man looking at him angrily. "Who are you?" he asked, unable to hide the trace of fear on his face. "I'm Jared Cuper, best friend, partner with Christian Goldman, and now president of what used to be J & L Construction." He pointed to the man with a smile. Meanwhile, Jonas' face reflected an expression of horror. "You are wrong! I am the majority shareholder and president of this construction company," he said in a tone that was meant to be firm but could not hide the terror.

As if keeping a big secret, the middle-aged man stood respectfully as he spoke: "Prince, I hope you return soon. The Queen Mother misses you, and her health is declining. It is time for you to return to the kingdom and become the successor to the throne." Edward, who looked unassuming, was no ordinary person. He was the crown prince of the Martian kingdom and also the youngest general in the Eastern region. A few years ago, Edward defeated the Jupy Nation, an immigrant nation initially well-received by the Martians. However, over time, the country showed ambition to control all of Mars. Thanks to Edward's persistence in leading the resistance, the Jupy were finally forced to stop their attac

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Jonah yelled, stepping out of the first mate cabin. Patrick tensed up hearing his voice and turned to see why the hell he was interrupting them. Jonah stormed over to them a journal tucked under his arm. Ariadne looked confused to Jonah. As he approached. “Jonah explained.” She said becoming now annoyed with the fact she was steering and couldn't give her full attention to anything. “Do you know who he is?” Jonah said angrily. Ariadne sighed he must have overheard their conversation. “ Aye he’s Ed Smith’s son. Our competition and lovely enemy. I know this already Jonah.”

“He joined a year and a half ago and has been somewhere in the Middle East for the last five months. I’m not exactly sure where he is.” “He probably can’t say you,” Jon goes on, turning back around. His whole demeanor has changed, and I know his mind is taking him back to the days when he was overseas too. I’ve been soured by corrupt cops before, but I have the utmost respect for our military, especially soldiers since Jason is one. God fucking dammit. Now’s not the time to get a conscience, Scar. “Edward seems like a great kid,” I say. “He is.” Jon grabs a wooden spoon from a drawer and stirs the spaghetti. My heart is beating with fury inside my chest, so loud I think it’s going to give me

The line rang for a few minutes, before it was picked up on the other end. “Hello” a baritone voice said. “Hello, am I on to Mr. Edet?” Wolfgang asked. “Yes you are, who am I speaking with?” Mr. Ekpeyoung. “I’m Edwin Wolfgang, the chairman of Edwin Loans in New York” Wolfgang said. “Good afternoon Mr. Wolfgang” Mr. Ekpeyoung said.

He asked and I nodded, developing a sudden curiosity. "Yes, and Nolan Walters was a pain in the ass." I rolled my eyes, "he's an arrogant total piece of crap." I looked up as Edward began to laugh. Did I say something funny? "I and Nolan's father, Jared, were friends." He explained and my mouth was practically left hanging open. I regained composure. "You never told me this, Why?" "Come on. Jared died when you and Nolan were just eight years old," Edward defended himself and sadness flashed in his eyes for a split second which made me wonder how close they were.

I was worried James would be too busy and too stressed right now to prioritise it. The door opens again, and Edwardo and Blake enter, bowing to the King and the council member, then nodding to my dad, Felix, and me. They take their seats, pulling out their documentation as they do. I watch as Edwardo leaf’s through the folder he brought. His neat appearance is as prim as always, his uniform crisp, his hair cut short and clean, but he's aged. His eyes and face look almost haggard. He looks like he isn't sleeping either. There's a coldness to him now that wasn't there before.

"This precious gift we have been blessed with shall be called Gabriel. It means 'God is my strength.' We went through a lot and thought we had lost him. Even my beloved wife, here was in so much ordeal. I thought I had lost them both, but by divine miracle, my son survived. They both survived and I am so happy and grateful to God." The cheers and applause caused him to pause before he continued. "Thank you. His middle name shall be Braide, in honor of my wonderful father-in-law." More cheers and applause followed. Braide, surprised and emotional, hugged his wife. Boma saw this and was touched. She stood close to Donovan, happy as Donovan continued. "So, ladies and gentlemen, friends and fam