Thomas & Friends Edward Novels & Stories

“Aunt Winnie lived there. I went there before. We took a train!” “I used to take the train a lot. It’s pretty cool.” Cool if you like the smell of piss and dealing with the assholes that always seem to be on the same route I am. “It wasn’t like Thomas the Train.” “No, I guess it’s not.” I trade my light pink crayon for a darker one. “Actually, I’m going to give this picture to Emma.” “Who’s Emma? A friend?” Edward shakes his head, and hair falls into his eyes. He looks so much like his father. “My cousin. She’s a baby.”

asked Zean enthusiastically. "No, no. The only ones who know about this are me, and Will. But now, you know," Edward replied. "Will?" Zean sounded like he was wondering. Who was Will. "Will is the son of Mr. Thomas, my late father's lawyer. After Mr. Thomas retired, Will took over his father's duties. And is now my lawyer. But... not many people know about this," Edward replied. "Again with the secrets. How many secrets do you actually have?"

He could see Aaron, but not the person with whom he was speaking. "What's troubling my big man today? You seem to be in a foul mood," Edward asked with a concerned tone. Edward Dexus, Aaron's closest friend and brother-like figure since joining the school as a junior student. Edward was only a few months older than Aaron, acting as an elder brother to him. They shared everything with each other.

he called making Edwin sigh as he stood up “go easy on the maid, they are all afraid of you, and if they go there will be no one to serve you, and open a window, up will you?” Edwin called before leaving, but Thomas paid no mind, his hands instantly moving to the whiskey, he needed to be high at all times he didn’t want to think, he felt miserable when he had a clear mind

She’d gone quite red in the face and her right eye was twitching. Claire interjected tactfully. “That’s not quite the same as cooking something like Munu, Tom.” Beatrice eyeballed Thomas. “You should listen to Claire. It may be your only chance of getting to this party alive.” Claire laughed and the sound filled the car with its brightness. *** Edward looked out of the window and down onto the harbour. His breath misted the glass, turning his image into a ghastly mask of contempt. “Don’t know why we don’t get to be on the boat,” he hissed, flecks of spit speckling the pane. “Instead I have to babysit you.”

Thomas was glued to the remote's screen, barely acknowledging Walter's question with a slight grin and a casual reply. "You don't know me? Figures, Mr. Walter Gordon, you're always swamped with big deals, Mr. Gordon probably never got around to introducing us, huh? "It's fine, though. I'm just the son of an old buddy of Mr. Gordon's, not a big shot or anything, Mr. Walter Gordon, you don't have to bother remembering me." With a flick of the joystick, Thomas was on the hunt, scanning each room for Evangeline. "No, there's got to be more to it."

That meant she had to speak about Edward. “Well,” she began, “his name is Edward Loraine. He’s the same age as me. We live next door and have been in the same school since kindergarten. He loves football and basketball. He’s also good at ice skating—though, of course, Owen is better.” She paused deliberately. “His favorite color is emerald green. His best friend is Carson, who is basically his partner in crime. Eddy—Edward—adores kids and dogs…” Her voice hardened. “He’s the player of this school and, like the rest of them, one of the biggest jerks here. He’s only ever been loyal to one person—Carson—and forgot about everyone else. He believes the world revolves around him and—”

The professor laughed loud for a few moments, after which he gently stroke the little girl's head. "I was kidding. Any loss is painful. Now go to rest as tomorrow a new school day begins." "OK, Professor Knudlac." The girl climbed the stairs and entered her room. Elizabeth Catherine Edwards jumped into her bed happier than ever. She thought about what happened since she was at the Elmbridge Magic School, and especially about what happened that day. She now had her pet. A guardian, as the others called it. A friend ... as she saw it.