Martin Eden Novel Novels & Stories

After a moment of silence, he asked her again, “Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider? Your whole life is on the line.” Edmund was never on board with Melinda’s suggestion to have Eden marry into the Ward family. Eden had never had her mother with her since she was little and lived a life of hardships with her grandmother in the countryside. He couldn’t watch a girl like her give up on her future like this. “It’s fine.” Eden didn’t even turn around and followed Mrs. Thompson upstairs. After putting away her luggage, Eden immediately switched on the black computer on her desk. The computer’s desktop was empty. There were no applications on it at all.

Megan asked, just into the room, after Silvina asked her to brew coffee from the grinding process to ready to drink. Eden looked up at Megan at a glance. "Are you kicked me out?" "It's not like that. It's just usually... You go on an adventure?" Megan replied carefully. She didn't actually know what Eden's intentions and goals were, but to say walking or hunting didn't feel right either. Tap! Eden closed the thick enough book, then put it on the table. He then rose to his feet as he approached Megan who instead backtracked, until it touched the wall of the room.

Eden felt like there was a lifetime of things to catch up on, but they only had a day so they spent the whole day at home, just talking. When Eden mentioned Carter Schmidt, Martha looked shocked. She told Eden that she had met him multiple times in some public events. She mentioned that he tried to flirt with her constantly, but Alfred was always too busy talking with someone who could benefit his business. Eden's spine shivered when she thought that she could have gotten married to a man who had tried to get with her mother too Eden told her everything about how stupidly she kidnapped Bennett and how it all ended up, to which Martha reacted by laughing and saying, "You're my daughter after

“You’re wrong." They nodded at one another and parted ways, void of promises to make any. That night, Martins climbed the stairs to his small apartment above the restaurant. He showered, the water pounding down on the scars that tethered him to the world. He dined alone, automatically, then took a seat at the tiny desk in front of the window. His laptop buzzed on. Emails were halfway written in drafts that he never opened anymore.

Chapter Thirteen: Smoke and Memory The fire burned for hours. They watched from the ridge as the once-imposing NovaTherm compound was consumed by flame and fury. Eden sat on a rock, blood seeping from a shallow cut on her arm, her lungs still stinging from smoke. Roman stood nearby, his gaze fixed on the blackening sky. The night felt too quiet now—like the world was holding its breath. "That’s one node down,” Eden said, her voice hoarse. “How many more?”

Eden only patted my head, messing my hair as he answered mockingly, “Dumbo! I will see you in two days. Until then, try to stay alive.” Eden bought the new volume of my favourite novel. I noticed the name when he was almost about to leave. Instantly, my face lit up in glee. I murmured happily, “Thanks! You got the limited version for me. You are the best brother in the universe.” Eden stopped in the middle of his way as he turned back, chuckling charmingly, “Eli, don’t you dare to go out alone or I will not buy you any novel again.”