Jon X Eduardo Novels & Stories

Hearing him release another moan made me feel proud of myself. “Enjoying your food?” The man asked. I paused as I tried to listen once more. “Yeah, it's good. You may have a seat, Mr.…” The man introduced himself as John Edwards, making my eyes widen with fright. This couldn't be right, he couldn't be here. “Ok, Mr. Edwards. What can I do for you today?” I kept quiet as I listened to their conversation. Xander's dick was now forgotten and was getting soft because of my lack of attention.

“Where are you going?” “Shit,”Ethan curses under his breath. He takes a breath, composing himself, then turns around. “Duncan, I need to speak with James.” The man in the doorway is shorter than Ethan, and has blond hair scraped into a bun. He’s wearing a blue tartan kilt—so he’s not one of Ethan’s clan. He grins, then gestures behind him. “Come inside,” he says. Ethan pauses for a beat before he sighs. He heads back toward the door, his hand still clasped around mine.

Curtis said nothing, but his jaw moved as if he were chewing on words he refused to release. Elijah listened with one ear. The rest of his attention sharpened around the man beside him. Jaxon was quieter than previous nights. No joking or performance. His foot tapped once, and his hands sat still. He watched the group with an expression that looked almost protective. Dr. Chen turned toward him. “Jaxon, would you like to speak tonight?” He took a breath that sounded heavier than usual. “I woke up today,” he said, “and I could not tell if I was myself or some old version of me I thought I buried.”

Jax is facing something no one we know has ever had to deal with. It’s worse for Ansel, the reality of his feelings from downstairs fully hitting me. Technically Julian is his dad, not Edward. Edward is the connection to his dad. When the connection between Julian and Edward got blocked, we all viewed it as him losing his wolf. It wasn’t like this.

"I don't know what his identity is, I just know, he likes it, I like it, that's enough, it's your turn to calculate whether it's worth it or not. Don't think that having money is good." Xavia resolutely finished speaking, but there was worry in the bottom of her eyes, revealing the voice of her heart. Mr. Dustin was a scoundrel, of course, he didn't ignore her distrustful expression, he pretended not to have heard Xavia and said it out loud. "Edward is the sole heir of the corporation. At the age of fourteen, he finished studying at home, at the age of sixteen, he went abroad to study. It only took one year to complete four years of other people's education. PhD degree in management, doctora

"You’re lying." Alex’s smirk deepened. "Am I?" "Stop talking in circles!" Alex’s tone turned lethal. "What if I told you… you’re not Caroline’s son?" Jaxon froze. Confusion washed over him. "What?" Edward’s reaction shifted into confusion. Jaxon wasn’t Caroline's son? "You heard me right," Alex's expression turned colder. "Caroline’s real son died the day he was born." Jaxon’s breathing went ragged. "That’s not possible.. "

he said and i smiled to myself Edwardo has a bad past and remembering it will make his loose focus "Perfect"i replied and ended the call tbc

But someday, she knows deep within her, she would see Kimberly again and they both wouldn't be in jail again but free women. Eduardo arrived with his private jet and lodged in the hotel. He had gotten a geographical landscape of the country. He wants to settle for the night and then contact Justin Swaras, the son of the Prime minister. His father Gaius is a friend to his dad Steve Anderson and they two are friends as well. He would relax and see the country before letting Justin Know he was in town. He came along with Eric and the two fellows were like friends as they lodged into their separate rooms.

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.”

Joanne must have done something unlawful. Joanne quickly shook her head, her eyes looking at Noah curiously. Just as she thought, it completely conformed to Edwin's aesthetic preference for a perfect girlfriend: the standard model face, with majestic but glamorous facial features. As Noah's gaze met Joanne's, she smiled and introduced herself. "Hello, my name is Noah Sinclair. I'm—" "She is my classmate from abroad," interjected Edwin, who was at Noah's bedside, before she could finish. "She just came back to America for career development and is planning to apply for Eclipse."