Matt Eddsworld Fanart Novels & Stories

He said desperately and I followed, tearing away the seal, his expression told me it’s going to be something breath-taking and he placed his hand on his chest. “To, Dawn Amber Eldorado,” I read, my breath stuck, it must be Kai’s doing. A smile threatened to burst forth from my lips, knowing he was thoughtful enough to retain my mother’s name. “Team Animaniac, congratulates you for being the number 1 artist on Weekly Charts of New York times for two months,” my eyes wide, “and would like to give you an offer to work on an upcoming Anime, ‘The ‘Ed series’, we’d love to work with a talented artist like you and are awaiting your response eagerly.

"Please do tell me that you're involved in the advertising for McKenzie and Bryant. I love their slogan so much. It was done by a world-class artist." "Erica did that for us." Matt ran his hand down my back, resting his fingers just above the curve of my rear and leaving my pulse to spike. I wanted so much more than he would offer, but the simplicity of his touch left me on edge and almost panting. How much could I really handle? Jonathan laughed loudly and clapped his hands. "Erica Hall. You aren't just Matt's agent and his girlfriend, you're an artist yourself." "I used to be." I clasped my hands together in front of my waist and glanced back over toward Matt. "Let's get out of here before

My jaw fell off when Eddy said that. "You.. you.." "I'll explain later." "What's going on here?" Matthew asked and I turned to him. "Nothing important sir." I smiled weakly and walked to my seat. I sat down and did not dare to look at Kevin. I can't believe that he's the owner of Kard Ventora.. it's like one of the biggest car companies in America. "Scarlette.." Eden called and I turned to him. "Hmm?" I asked and he gestured to me to look at someone. I turned my head and saw Matthew gesturing to me to show the designs. Eddy got up and did it for me instead.

He paused for a long moment before saying, “I suppose at this point it won’t matter. We are heading for Eden.” “Eden?” I exclaimed softly in complete lack of understanding as to where that was. “Yes, at least that’s what the Nazis called it. Never been there myself, but I’m sure that it’s a regular goose marching paradise.” My mind searched for clues as to what made sense of what I was hearing. Pulling on memory I said, “Do you mean Antarctica, the part of it called New Swabia by the Germans in World War II?” “Well, now, you do know a thing or two, don’t you my dear. No bad American blonde jokes for you, although I do detect a little something else other than American.”