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“I’d run in the other direction and never look back, if it wasn’t for the feelings I have for Kira. I can’t imagine life without her now that I’ve found her. I also can’t imagine living a life on the run from evil vampires. So, out of preservation for my own selfish needs, I’m going to do what I have to do to try to eliminate the threat that son-of-a-bitch, Lord Malcolm Jameson, poses to my happiness.” “Here, here,” Tim muttered before his breathing turned into a faint snore. Edwin gave his research on the net his full attention while he did his best to hold back the panic that threatened to overtake him. What was he thinking? He and Tim were humans. Even Kira – who was a vampire and a w

Despite everything that had happened—the fight with Lily, the toxicology report, and the horrifying realization that someone had deliberately tried to harm me yet again—Lucas’s presence never failed to make me feel at ease. Just then, a soft knock at the door interrupted us, and the doctor stepped inside, clipboard in hand. I recognized him immediately from the last time I had been here—the night that I found out that werewolves were real. Doctor Edward. “Well, Aria,” he began, glancing at the chart in his hands, “I must say, you’re a marvel.” I raised an eyebrow. “I’m not sure I would go so far as to say that.”

Bella When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the cold, empty space beside me. Edward was gone. The bed felt vast and hollow without him, and an uneasy feeling crept over me. Something was wrong. I slipped out of bed, throwing on my clothes. I padded down the hall. The faint, rhythmic sound of metal striking metal reached my ears. It was not the calming clink of someone training, it was raw, violent, and relentless. I followed the noise to the sparring chamber. When I stepped inside, my breath caught in my throat. Edward stood in the center of the room, shirtless, his muscles coiled like a predator ready to pounce. His blade gleamed in the dim light, slicing through the air with deadly

Their gaze cut in neat, exact cuts around them; their hands barely left the daggers each of them held. Among them, my eyes caught a figure that seemed so familiar. There was no mistaking him in the dim light-Dexter Cullen. He was the second youngest in the Cullen family, Donuovan's most trusted lieutenant, and Garrett's older brother. His presence here confirmed my suspicions: this wasn't just some casual get-together. This was a pivotal moment in their operations.

Edward He advanced towards me, casting a shadow over my trembling form, his eyes filled with a sinister gleam. "Oh, Edward," he murmured, almost mockingly. "This was never a battle I intended to win. Consider this a cautionary tale." Without warning, he pivoted and strode away, the sound of his heavy footsteps reverberating through the desolate hall. I attempted to pursue him, but my body rebelled, causing me to falter and grasp my side where his razor-sharp claws had pierced through. Blood seeped through my fingers, the metallic tang saturating the air with a foreboding presence.

“Shh, don’t say that. What if he curses you?” I ignored the whispers and walked straight to the multimedia control desk. Down in the audience, Hugh was watching me, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Over at the control console, Jocelyn flashed me a strange, unsettling smile. I plugged my flash drive into the computer and announced, “Good afternoon, professors and fellow students. I’m Edward.”

Colin comes in, a wave of surprise hits me, but before I can say anything, Shawn follows him in. “You're here already, Eva.” Colin said, acknowledging me, a wide smile on his lips. “Not too long ago.” I replied, returning the smile. I sneak a glance at Shawn. He watched me like a hawk. Like he knew what I'd been doing. My eyes slowly stray to the big book, just to be sure I had actually closed it. The golden back rested heavily on the rest of the book, “The Codex Luporum” deeply engraved on it, you could pour water in it, and it'll sit comfortably.

She was sure he would turn his head enough and see her, positive that he could see right through her shadowing abilities as Gard could. Then he had turned and continued on his way, leaving her knees shaking with fear as she watched him go. The same feeling of 'knowing' wafted from the male. She knew who he was though she had never met him. He was Caleb Cullen, the most powerful vampire in history, with the exception of Gard that was.

"Arthur had to use the tractor to clear the lower culvert." ​"Arthur is still alive?" Cynthia set the knife down with a quiet, sharp clack against the stone. She finally turned, her cold blue eyes running down the length of Bella’s damp shirt, pausing on the frayed cuffs rolled up to her forearms. "Edward told the board he died in the Geneva flat." ​"Edward lied about a lot of things, Cynthia."

Sniffing carefully to make sure he is not being followed, he pushes the door open. Behind the door is a large room with thousands of shelves lined in straight lines. Each shelf has over hundreds of books which are thick with dust and cobwebs. A strong scent of sewage and fungi is in the air but Eduard is not bothered by it. He holds the lamp higher and walks ahead. Mice scurry off as he approaches a shelf in the farthest corner. Scanning through the dusty shelves, he finally finds a thick leather bound book. He takes it out and dusts it well.