Novel Edgehill Novels & Stories

through the glass pane, but I kept walking, my jaw clenched tightly. I bought the burgers at the corner shop just like she wanted, the warm paper bag smelling like grease, and hailed a cab to their estate. Unlike my cramped, middle-class neighborhood, Trevor's street was lined with massive, polished houses and perfectly manicured lawns. Mrs. McCall opened the front door, a wide smile instantly brightening her face when she saw me standing on the porch. "Asher! Hi, dear." "Hi, Mrs. McCall," I said, forcing my expression to soften as I handed her the brown folder. "My mom wanted me to drop these off. Is Trevor around? I brought some burgers for us to share."

Before she could comprehend all together, there was a loud knock from a group of reporters waiting to get the full news of Leonard spending the night with a mysterious woman. It was until then Yasmin could tell that the stranger in her bed was a prominent figure. The Crawford's were a distinguished family in the whole of Eastcliff, they also were an aristocratic family with literary reputation. The news spread like wildfire in the whole of Eastcliff and Yasmin's engagement had to be called off. Then she realized it was her sister's ploy all along to have Steve her fiance. Steve had been after Yasmine since college, but she never gave him a chance. Yasmine had been this determined hearted per

And like the devil he was, Sébastien Monfort knew it extremely well. She struggled through a few more questions, but with each one, it felt as though he was sucking her into some kind of unknown vortex. The sensation of an intimate web entrapping them was becoming too much. In a desperate bid to drive him back somehow, Cassandra deviated from her script and could sense James’s tension spike from across the room as she asked the most feared question. “How did a boy from the suburbs in Paris develop an interest in rugby? Isn’t it considered a relatively middle-class game?”

They tried every soft and hard tactic they could think of. "You don't know how pitiful Aiden is. He eats only plain bread for meals. He takes the bus to and from school. His clothes stink, and no one washes them." "Your father-in-law is even worse. Some days no one changes his diaper, and bedsores are breaking out under him. He screams in pain every day." Aunt Diane spoke while wiping away tears. Aunt Marsha pressed the advantage. "I know you're the kindest. Vanessa was just stupid. She had a perfectly good husband at home, but she was bewitched by a wild man. But the child and the old man are innocent, aren't they?"

They finally arrived in Addie's hometown. All her family met them at the apartment to help them get moved in. Edge refused to let her move off the couch. Only thing he'd let her do was give orders of what went where. The next day, Edge went to the Pawn shop to start his training with Preacher. He actually found the work interesting. He loved looking up history on some of the pawn items. He watched Preacher haggle prices with people wanting to pawn stuff.

**On the Edge of Everything** The morning after the town council’s announcement, the reality of their situation hit the Hayes family hard. Claire, Ethan, Samuel, and Lillian sat at the kitchen table, the air thick with anxiety. The fair had been a success, but it was overshadowed by the looming threat of losing their shop to the council’s development plans. They had poured their hearts into making the shop a cornerstone of the community, and now it was at risk of being erased completely.

I ask, completely confused. "The book. Hidden edges."

A large warehouse rose from the shadows. The brick walls were cracked and moss-covered, windows shattered, the old freight doors warped and rusted. But from within… came life. Lights pulsed red and violet from the windows. Music—low and thundering, almost primal—vibrated through the soles of Ethan’s boots. Laughter, shouts, and screams of joy pierced the air. Smoke curled from the broken rafters. It was chaos. Beautiful, anarchic chaos. “Welcome to The Edge,” Jace announced theatrically, throwing his arms wide. “Where rules don’t apply, and legends are born.”

Shaylee sighed, but didn't answer. The Gate sighed as it opened, first a crack, then creaking forward, yawning wide as it fell back toward me, forcing a quick retreat of a few feet. I squared myself as the green power dimmed, only a soft, sparkling rim remaining around the edge of the doorway. Beyond lay green grass, a narrow stone path leading into the distance and rolling hills. The sky seemed dark, no sun in view, no moon either, a kind of perpetual cloudiness dimming the world on the other side.

Some people however had secrets that were not known to anybody which could easily be taken as suspicious. There was Jill the bookworm who spent most of her time at the library or at home with curtains shut. At least people thought it was her home and there was Wren the outcast who appeared to be living all alone in the junk-yard on the edge of Oaken Hills. This didn’t seem to be a good idea with such a powerful storm on its way.