Breaking Dawn Edward Novels & Stories

"Expose me? Darling, how? The Harrington empire is mine now, and so are you. Everything is in my control. No one—not you, not anyone—can stop me from claiming what’s rightfully mine." Just as his laughter echoed in the room, a faint groan broke through the tension. All eyes snapped toward Edward, who stirred on the floor. Slowly, he pushed himself upright, his hand moving to the crimson stain on his chest. His neck twisted with an audible crack as he stood, his gaze like steel when it locked on Connor. "You really thought you’d won, didn’t you?" Edward’s voice was low, gravelly, and laced with menace. "Newsflash, Connor—you’re not the king of anything yet."

. . that . . . . . . us ?" "Edward, it's your free will, I don't have a burden on your heart." Karina spoke with concern, but the meaning of her words completely shattered that bit of Edward's expectations, which was very little. He sighed deeply, his whole body softening. To his astonishment he felt that his first feeling was not guilt towards Karina, but guilt towards Xavia. At this moment, he suddenly wanted to see Xavia. Remembering that his lower body was naked, he looked at Karina for a moment, "Karina, I have a problem, I didn't eat breakfast? That, can you go out first?" Karina couldn't see any pity for her from the bottom of Edward's eyes, she tried to suppress the anger in her hea

Edward would just roll his eyes at Dawson and tell him how he wasn't helping. There were leads all the time that would take Dawson away, but sadly nothing ever came of them. Dalton was all over the news. I hated to watch it. Dawson has stayed true to his word and has been locked up with me, but today he seems a little off. We haven't talked about the two of us since all of this started. Edward was leaving again to follow up on a lead. He is going to be gone for at least three days. "I know you're getting frustrated with being here Dawson. I'm sorry you locked up with me." He looked over at me while he took a sip of his coffee. "I'm not frustrated with you baby. I'm just frustrated with all o

' thought Edward with a grin . When the elevator stopped and the door opened , Claire noticed that Edward was looking at them . " Hmmmmm......Are you thinking of breaking your promise ? " said Claire looking at him with a doubtful expression . " How did you know ? " said Edward with a light smile . " ....You can't be serious , right ? " said Claire with a forced smile . " You wish ! I can't wait to get rid of you and return to my beautiful , peaceful , and luxurious life . " said Edward with a grin .

Edward moved beside the bed slowly, davison stirred lightly at the movement. Tiny eyes opening halfway. “Mommy?” “It’s okay, baby.” Davison looked up sleepily at Edward. Confused. “You look like me.” The room went silent. Edward froze, then something terrifyingly emotional crossed his face. He looked like someone had ripped his heart open with bare hands. A broken laugh escaped him quietly. “Yeah,” he whispered. “I guess I do.” Davison frowned sleepily. “Who are you?” My chest tightened painfully. Edward looked at me once before answering softly:

“What did I do? And for goodness’ sake, learn to fucking knock. I could have been balls deep on these damsels, and you would have walked in on that.” Edward’s eyes departed from Xavier’s and darted between the girls, now clinging to the bedsheets because they were naked underneath. “Get out,” he ordered, and the girls ran off the bed, naked, and they reached for their various clothes and got dressed. Xavier’s gaze followed the maidens, lusting after their fair bodies as they got dressed up. “I thought you had Zara? Isn’t that why our father cursed you?” Edward asked as the door closed behind the maidens.

Edward's heart sank, and a chill suddenly arose on his back. He slowly turned around and saw Erik, who was wearing home clothes, standing in the entrance with a look of horror, and there was a broken bottle of red wine at his feet. What made Edward feel that "God wants to kill me" was that next to Erik, Liah was standing with a shaky body. From their angle, they could not see Sasha being pressed down on the sofa by Edward. They could only see Edward pressing a person down on the sofa. Coupled with the last line just now, it was simply a large-scale "forcing a good woman into prostitution" scene.

"And Rick... oh, Rick. He’ll suffer. Watching his daughter fall into my hands, watching as I use her to destroy everything he’s built. That will be his punishment. His end." Edward stood, pacing the room as his mind worked through every detail. "First, I’ll make an entrance at the club. She’ll notice me—how could she not? Then, I’ll become a fixture in her life, the man who understands her better than anyone else. And when the time is right..." He clenched his fists. "She’ll learn the truth. She’ll know that she was just a pawn in a game far bigger than she could ever imagine." Edward stopped, his icy blue eyes narrowing.

I won’t apologize for enjoying it. Drake picks up a knife and begins sharpening it slowly, letting the sound build tension. Edward holds his breath, watching that blade like it might decide his fate all on its own. I walk over and take it from Drake’s hand, winking at him. “Drake, get me the hose. Ben, the wolfsbane.” They nod and move into action while I step toward Edward, smiling. Sweet and fake. “So, Eddy. Who were you working with?” He rolls his eyes.

I could feel his warm breath wafting by my ear. He raised my chin with his large hand, forcing me to meet his slightly dazed eyes. His cheeks were actually flushed. "Last night…" I awkwardly smiled at him and pulled my arm out of his embrace. "You drank too much. You threw up all over the bed." Edward pressed his lips together and withdrew his hand. I looked down while trying to hide my emotions. "Do you want something for breakfast? I—" Edward waved his hand. "I'm going to the hospital to see Olivia."