Library Ed Novels & Stories

That had to be something, right? His phone chimed while he was still at breakfast. Checking the message, he saw it was coming from Leo, the future gamma. It was a picture of Ember eating. She must have been really hungry, since her cheeks were covered in the sauce from the steak burger she was eating with gusto. It was something she had always done, making a steak into a burger since she hated having to cut up a steak. It was such a simple candid photo that already eased some of his stress. He only waited until he was back in his room for privacy before he phoned their pack office. He was put through to the gamma female, who assured him that his daughter was safe and happily eating bre

I decided to write one specifically for Moana and another for Philomena. Dearest Moana, I know the last time we spoke, we were a bit hostile towards each other but with this letter, I’m praying to get a favorable response from you. I understand the war has affected all of us but there is something very unfortunate and very important that I need to share. This morning when I woke up from bed, I realized that Edward had gone, he had taken the children with him. He writes that he had moved and did not wish to be seen by his old acquaintances again and had started a new life in another place. I am speechless, saddened, and heartbroken.

As time flew by, Edward could feel his heartbeat increase by the second. “What do I do? Can I send it to someone else?” he questioned himself but taking a second look at his staff, he was sure there was none to handle the job so well as he would. When it was almost time to leave, Edward took his car and drove to Carlson Empire. Presenting his ID at the gate before he was allowed entrance was something he had not expected. “Hello Mr Frank Edwards, you may please have a seat while you wait on the boss,” Brandon said, taking him into the private launch. “What may I offer you?” Brandon asked.

For language mismatch. Eden’s data profile had grown too large to stay in legacy formatting. Not because she asked for reclassification. Because her behaviors no longer fit in known categories. So the system generated a new one: :: ENTITY PATTERN CLASS – NONVERBAL STABILIZATION :: NAME: VALE, EDEN :: GRAMMAR FORMAT: SILENCE-DRIVEN :: COMMENT: USER BEHAVIOR UNMATCHED IN VOCAL FRAMEWORK. NEW DIRECTIVE SYNTAX REQUIRED. INITIATING: RHYTHM PARSING.

“Nothing is unfair, I will make you feel touched. Okay, I won't bother you today, we'll have dinner another day, with your mother and your grandfather.” While I wasn't paying attention, Edana leaned forward and placed a kiss on my forehead. I don't know what kind of lipstick she used, it's blood red. When I looked into the glass cabinet, I saw a red lip mark appear on my forehead. As soon as she left, David walked in and placed a stack of documents down in front of me. “What's up?” I took out my handkerchief, wiped my forehead, and asked. “ELV company acquisition plan. Please take a look. If you have any questions, I will explain.”

He smirked and sped up his car. The car was left behind and it couldn’t race with his Porsche until the car couldn’t be seen from behind. Edward sighed and changed the route to drive along back to Emir’s house. “Mr. Edward, we invite you to see our research result.” Someone from James Stones company called him on the phone after he dropped by Elena in Emir Drake’s house. Edward stopped walking to his office. He had Bernard standing by his side. “Okay, how about the progress?” Someone from the Research and Development section replied again.

It’s like they communicated telepathically, "What was Philip's favorite dish again?" - "Hey Phil, you're early today aye?" Elijah greeted the lad as he entered his office. But like the usual, Philip ignored him and focused on his work. "The meeting is about to start in ten minutes." He told him as he placed another folder on the desk. "By the way, are you really sure that you're not going to Dublin for that business conference?"

Probably someone fake-tipping a fake scandal, again. "Got a new fling?" Damien asked, smirking. I was two seconds away from hurling a fry at his smug face when the phone rang again. He gestured. "Might as well answer. Third time's a charm." With a sigh, I picked it up. "Adrianna James speaking. How can I help you?" The voice on the other end was calm. Too calm. "This is Sarah from Mercy Clinic. Emily James collapsed and was brought in. You’re listed as her emergency contact."

Lucas crossed his arms. “That isn't an answer.” “No.” Edward looked toward the twelve convergence photographs. Then at Elena. His confidence had cracked. But only a crack. He said: “Perhaps.” Current Elena smiled faintly. Lucas groaned. “Now everybody says that.” Then Edward closed the file. DISSOLUTION AUTHORIZATION SUSPENDED. Charles exhaled. Other Elena nearly collapsed. But Edward did not leave. He looked at current Elena. “If you want time…” His expression hardened. “…earn it.”

Enzo's hand rested on my thigh, inching higher as we hit a red light. 'You trust me, right?' 'Always,' I murmured, my breath catching as his fingers brushed the edge of my lace panties. Not long after, we pulled up to a non-descript building in the heart of downtown, but the sign hit me like a jolt. Club Eden. Bold red letters glowing against the night. Even from inside the car, I could feel the pulse of bass thumping through the air, mixed with laughter and something darker, more primal. My heart raced.