Sir Edward Denham Novels & Stories

“No wonder it’s said that Master Soros is an exceptional young man. The rumors do not lie.” Mr. Denham had a Cantonese lilt to his voice. Haydn nodded at him, saying, “Alright then, Mr. Denham, everyone. You’ll have to excuse me now, but family matters beckon.”

“It’s heavily wooded so it's mostly isolated and far from the city. Somewhere with no security cameras, or only cameras that his 'Samaritan' controls.” They all nodded in agreement. “This bastard has a maid—a poor, mousy thing.” Edward's voice continued, “I feel sorry for her, having to serve a man so pompous. He’s just a one percenter like that bastard you’re with now.” He hissed hatefully. “A demon with a crown of gold that thinks he’s better than everyone else. I can’t wait till I don’t need him anymore. Once I have you back, he’ll be just another body in the dirt.”

"I've been waiting two hundred years for someone to stay past midnight. Don't make me wait any longer." "Who are you?!" My voice cracks. I'm pulling at my thighs trying to close my legs and the invisible grip holds them apart like my resistance is a suggestion he's ignoring. "What are you?" "Edmund. I died in this bed in 1823." The hands slide higher up my inner thighs. "And you're the first woman who's moved into my house whose body called to mine before I even touched her." "I didn't call anything, I'm going to call the fucking police—"

His eyes carefully studied Emma. "You have your mother's kindness..." His smile faded slightly. "...and your father's stubbornness." Emma took one step forward. "You murdered my father." Edward sighed. "I've heard that accusation for twenty years." "You'll have to be more specific." Liam clenched his fists. "Stop playing games." Edward looked at Liam. "So you're Liam Costello." "The young man who has made my plans difficult." Liam answered firmly. "I'll make sure they end today." Edward chuckled.

This is the first time she's heard the silver man insult him. Edward had been the most obedient of them all. He did equally well sitting in exorbitant groups, drinking champagne, as he did in the cages. He had been the perfect mat to Arthur's extensive cruelty. It's such a relief to hear Edward curse him that Ariadne signs, shoulders slumping. "I'll narrow our search. It's gotta be someone who's connected to the hotel," Edward says, typing in the keywords in the search bar. There were still a hundred or so profiles afterward.

“Mr. Chapman, this is a toast for you. Thank you for honoring us with your presence. Cheers to you.” Before Mr. Chapman replied, Edward finished the glass of wine in one gulp. He was fawning over Mr. Chapman because Daniel Chapman was the general manager of Emgrand Group. Daniel was in a bespoke suit and wearing a valuable Patek Philippe around his hand. He looked arrogant. He did not even look at Edward but turned his attention to Riley, who was sitting next to Edward. There was a burning look in his eyes. “Who's this pretty lady, Mr. Wright?” Daniel was a philandering man who had gone out with many women. He developed an interest in Riley the moment he saw her.

It had a large glass door that led to the balcony. It was obvious black was his favorite color but did he have to go that far to elucidate it? Eden thought for a moment. According to her, the room looked like the perfect den to the devil. Eden's trance got broken as Damien spoke up, "So, soon to be Mrs. Etheridge, do you.." His voice was still as cheerful as it was when they were outside and Eden poke up groaning, "What's your problem? Can't you just behave normally?"

Safety would always come first. She only had a t-shirt of Damon which danced about her knee not giving away a view of her ass, but fitting perfectly. She walks down the stairs, hearing voices coming in, the housekeeper must have opened the door, she thought to herself. She walked over and just as expected, Pamela and Edward were once again on each other's throats. They could not come to terms with who was good and Pamela bullied Edward. He was a fine gentleman, with average height and a body she would have loved having if she did not get the god himself. Edward was on the highest payroll of Damon Entertainment and the highest all over the entertainment industry within the country for the bes

Always conscientious, he delivered remarkable achievements and worked for the well-being of the people in the city, so in their eyes, he was a rare great officer. From this aspect, he couldn’t be Mr. Denham, who was cruel and merciless. But if Mr. Denham was Waylon, it made sense that Mr. Denham was very affluent and powerful, so powerful that he could even try to kill Ezekiel in broad daylight. Even so, Cedrick couldn’t conclude that Mr. Denham was Waylon, as the people around Waylon were also suspicious. Thus, Cedrick immediately arranged for some men to watch the government-owned residence closely.

These people were all names associated with Victoria one way or the other, I would be dumb to believe she wasn't up to something. “Mr. Damien,” a warm voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked up in time to see Edward striding through the door. He was a tall stout man in his early fifties, his hair was greying and the black suit he wore gave him an executive look. I nodded slightly. “Mr. Edward, what's this all about?” I pushed the document across the desk. I didn’t offer him a seat. “What?” His eyes flashed in surprise and he picked up the document, scanning through it for a moment.