Sir Edward Denham Novels & Stories

Yes, no…maybe…" He hesitated. “Well, Denis is very honest with his intentions. He respects me and listens to me. It asks about what I like in life, about my dreams, hopes and worries. I can talk to him about anything. He's not a player like you. He's a decent man. Camilla looked at him. “And he never grabbed me like you did and kissed me without warning. You are a neanderthal. Edward smiled. “But you like this Neanderthal. Admit it Camila, who was shivering, looking forward to my kisses. You really are a wildcat, dear. My lips are still burning from his hungry kisses.

Edward had given them a rundown of the murder investigation and they had been annoyed at the suspicion directed towards Sebastian. “This is Lord and Lady Grey,” he said politely. “Mum, Dad this is Detective Superintendent Daniel Edgeworth.” Once introductions were over, Daniel became more businesslike. “I’ve come to ask you a few questions about yesterday. I do understand that you were unconscious for a majority of it. I just want to know if you saw anything that would help us find the culprit.” Edward was confident that he had seen nothing of use. “I was walking through the canteen like I normally do and then something hit my head. I woke up in the ambulance,” he informed Daniel. “I really

“Nathaniel is nobody to me. You are all that matters, baby.” “If that’s the case,” his throat coughed, “I apologise for my rash words. I know you will be the most amazing wife.” “And you will be a very, very awesome husband. We-” “You cannot come in!” The chief butler staggered into the room, his arms spread to prevent someone from entering. “This is trespassing!” “Samson, what is it?” Edward asked. “Sir,” the tall, lanky man faced us, “these cops are demanding to meet Miss Evel… I mean, Miss Rosaline.”

He paused by the door and took in a deep breadth, making sure to adjust his hat properly before walking in. He looked to the side and saw that the drapes were still open. He was about walking over to the windows to close it when he heard someone walk down the stairs. He stood transfixed at the spot as he racked his brain for an escape maneuver that he could use. "You don't need to run, brother," the person who had walked down the stairs said and Edward frowned. He recognized that voice. "Brother?" he mumbled as he turned around. Right at the bottom of the stairs stood his brother, Sir Williams, with a small knife in his bloody gloved hands. "What are you doing here? I thought you had a busin

“I’m ready to dig into the delicious smells coming from the hallway.” Samantha looked at Edward, a confused look on her face. He smiled and mouthed, I told you, before he chose a chair. Samantha cleared the extra setting and placed it on the side table that held the whiskey. After signalling the server in the hall, when she sat next to Edward, she noticed Thomas looked embarrassed over his behaviour.

Mouth gaping in horror. It’ll be no great loss to the realm. “Let’s not make hasty decisions.” Edward urged through gritted teeth. It wasn’t hasty. “How noble you are to try and spare their lives by sacrificing yourself.” Demitri gave an admiring nod. “It would be a shame not to allow you to prove your courage.” He gave Sirus a quick look. The giant pulled a sword in one hand and returned to his horse to collect a wide hammer in the other. Demitri gave a triumphant smile.

He came out to the living room where she was to see her clearly "And whose cloth are you wearing?" This……… She thought better than, to be honest, " A lady, I don't know her, she saw me half dead and saved me" "Half dead?" "Why didn't you come looking for me huh?" she raised her voice "You think I did not?" She was silent for a minute because it might have been true, "Allow me to explain what happened" Mr Dan stared hard hoping it was not what he is thinking " Go on" "I was in the office and was about to leave around 7:30 pm then a friend who works there came in and served me a drink, I refused but she" she lied again " But she insisted I should since I was really tired and dehydrated

"The devil, he's the devil." The secretary's voice trembled a little, and her eyes were filled with fear. The devil? Emma Richard was a little confused about who she was talking about when she said this demon represented. "Matthew Miller?" Judi Dench asked tentatively, but just as she opened her mouth, she felt the hatred and fear in her eyes. Judi Dench was slightly frightened by the look , slowly moved behind Kevin Armstrong. "It's okay, he's not here." Emma Richard was also guessing that the demon in the secretary's mouth was Matthew Miller. Seeing that her emotions were once again a little out of control, Emma Richard gently patted her on the back to calm her down.

"He threw the man I loved off a cliff to see if I’d flinch?" "He did it for the pack!" Bianca shrieked. Her head snapped forward, her eyes unfocused and weeping. "He said you were the best of the bloodline. He couldn't let a human doctor ruin fifty years of breeding! I was just the tool! I was supposed to be the replacement!" The dungeon door creaked open. Edward Harrington stood there. He was sixty, but he had the frame of a man half his age. His hair was silver, his suit pristine, his expression as unreadable as a tombstone. He leaned on a cane topped with a silver wolf’s head.

“Right now. He’s a smart man and it won’t take him long to cross-reference your face with the asset reports.” Carver casually walks over to the small plastic bin near the door, pulling a silver cigarette case from his pocket. He taps a cigarette against the metal, looking entirely unbothered by the near-miss. “David Reid is an aging dinosaur grasping at the embers of an empire that is already turning to ash. Let him look.” He leans down, his face inches from Eli’s, his breath smelling faintly of peppermint and expensive scotch. “Don’t forget who holds your leash, Arden,” he whispers.