Novels by Eden

A YEAR AND SIX MONTHS. He'd fantasized about this moment for a year and six months. This moment –supposed to be surreal– when he gets reunited with her. He'd spent nights making out the questions he'd ask, the thousand 'i missed you' he'd say, but they wouldn't be enough. He'd fantasized it all, but now it seems to be happening, he found himself weak in the knees. Words eluded him, after he'd said her name with so much surge of emotions. But then, the thoughts came. The hopelessness. The possibility that this could be another god-damned mirage. Another trick to get him at his edge. Another lie. Another reason to leave him more sullen. But as much as Arthur tried to convince himself that this was a mirage, it wasn't working. The voice was so vivid. And this time, he'd found someone who seemed like she owned the voice. His shaky fingers grabbed the shot glass and he took its content in a quick draught. Dizziness crawled up his eyes, but he definitely shook it off. Jostling through t

Arthur slid into the passenger's seat of the cab that pulled up in front of him. Richard welcomed him with a grin. “It's freezing out here, man. What took you so long?“ “Sorry, bro. Just had to find the right outfit.“ Richard gestured at his outfit. Black, denim jacket. Black boot. Black gloves. Black hat. Black shades. “You look like you're on goddamn espionage.“ Arthur had zero sense of humor for the night. Something about racing through that door earlier today plunged him into a terrible mood. “And you look like you wanna be recognized wherever you go.“ Richard pecked at Arthur's coat. “Dressed all noble and formal. It's a wonder you didn't ask to be chauffeured to the nightclub

Chad Belmont rummaged through the files in the lower drawers. They were all accounts of the recent projects in the company. He pulled out another drawer, raking it thoroughly. This time, they were files from the architects. Plans and structures. With a frustrated sigh, he kicked it close. “Where is it?“ Chad Belmont ruffled his hair in confusion. Half an hour already but he wasn't close to finding the documents. The thought that they might be in Arthur's apartment almost gave him a panic attack. Arthur's apartment was off-limits. He wanted solitude and was determined to get it. Chad Belmont still found it a wonder that Ursula could get in. But he wasn't Ursula and Arthur was never letting him in. So he just had to pray to whatever deity lurking above that those files are being confined in this office. The door flew open, starling him to his feet. “Arthur, I was just...“ He trailed off at the sight of the petite, skinny lady. Gwen, Arthur's secretary. “I'm sorry, Sir. Do you ne

Stacie ended her pole dancing with a split, gaining a rousing cheer from the audience. It was a large audience that consisted more of men. Most of them were businessmen. Men of elegance and grace. El-Sol was the biggest nightclub in California and it hosts the most prominent of men with its fine services. Services like the one Stacie was rendering on the podium which was exquisitely illuminated by neon lights. Stacie gave a bow, making her brown hair cascade freely to her face. She was scantily dressed. Thin lace around her boobs. Pink-laced panties. A six-inches stiletto boots. Quite an arousing sight, alright. Another loud cheer and whistling filled El-Sol. Stacie was quite the professional who knew just how to work her way into everyone's hearts. She disappeared through the curtains into the fitting room. Her sultriness was gone and instantly replaced by her usual, sad look. The curtains opened, revealing a smiling, Madam Rosanna. “What a commotion you created out there, swe

“What?!“ Richard Tyson had his fist clenched in boiling fury. “It was Ursula. I think this is one of her schemes to have me pander to her every sexual whim.“ Arthur spoke with much assurance, narrating in detail his encounter with her earlier. “That scheming witch!“ Richard rasped. His fury was evident in his blue eyes. “Wait till I get my hands on her.“ “Ursula's one thing. The press is another. How could they buy a story so absurd as this?“ Arthur threw the crumpled magazine in a waste bin. “How could they not?“ Richard retorted. “You're one absurd personality. Your absurdity clicked perfectly with the story's.“ Richard gave a fake beam, rubbing at his jawline. “Are you trying to get me cackling?“ Arthur asked. “If so, then try something else. Calling me absurd isn't doing the trick.“ “No. On the contrary, I'm being very serious. Something I haven't been in a long time. You're absurd. I think it's about time you realize that.“ “How so?“ Arthur leaned back on his chair, awaiti

Arthur groaned at the vibration from his phone on the nightstand.His hand roamed on the nightstand till the phone was in his grasp. With a yawn, he clicked on the message.*Don't be late*“Fuck!“ He hurried down the bed, sliding his feet into a pair of flip-flops. He glanced at the clock. “Dammit!“ He was late.His hurried pace to the bathroom slowed at the scent that filled his nostrils. Strawberry.Arthur clenched his fist in fury, turning around. His jawline twitched at his effort to keep his fury in check. The logical reaction would be to shred her into pieces. But he dreaded the scandal that would follow after.&n