Dear Edward Book Reviews Novels & Stories

“Fifty shades darker? Never thought you were into fifty shades” “Change is good Edward. Olivia lent it to me” I responded quickly, “Yeah seems like Livy. Wait! You and Livy are friends?” “Why wouldn’t we be?” I looked at her and shrugged, “Never mind” “Anyways, I have to tell you something important Edward.” “Good news or bad?” “Definitely good” she was smiling. Must be something really good. “Carry on then,” I said as I skimmed through the first few pages of the book.

"Yes, I love Sarah, but ever since I learned of her terrible past, I have felt disgusted. I didn't expect the woman I love to have such a disgusting past. She was bullied by Millianna, she was assaulted by Erica. Everything bad happens to Sarah, and coincidentally, she and I have a similarity. Those are all abandoned by others." Edward said here, he had a glass of wine in his hand, his eyes daring to look at the glass of wine. The red liquid that rippled in the glass amused him. Edward tilted his head and took a sip. Then he gave Leon an amused look, Edward's voice deepened, and he said. "Isn't what I say true, brother?"

I said as I smiled devilishly ~ EDWARD'S POV ~ All alone in the house, I began to go through Breana's stuff. I found a book in her box. It had so much writing inside. I checked it was her writing. I guess this is her diary. Though it's wrong, I still went ahead to read it. I sat down on her bed and began to read them. I felt so bad as I went through her diary for haven wronged her. With what she wrote down, she must have loved me with all her heart but I fucked up by leaving her. I just hope that she won't hate me till the end. Well, I don't think she will as I came across a page in her book where she wrote,

Edward then told him she had just left for Soule, the northern region, to visit close friends she considered family. Edward looked as confused as ever by the news of his brother’s remarriage, but tried to work through it. He was reading ‘The Orchard,’ and he has been doing this for almost six moons. Despite the book not being the biggest he’d ever read, he couldn’t comprehend it as fast as he did the others. Xavier nodded and moved to sit down at his desk. “Yes, I need you to be my best man.” “Your best man,” Edward repeated, closing the book and dropping it onto the table, having found a reason to let it go.

Sebastian explained after seeing his glance. The sky was the limit when it came to the royal budget. Edward noticed that every book on the shelf was part of a full series and every book was in pristine condition. “Which series did you like the most?” he asked. Sebastian stood on tiptoes and pulled out a British teenage spy series. Edward also had the series. “I liked those as well,” he agreed. “What books do you like now?” “I like fantasy at the moment so I’m trying out different series,” Sebastian replied. “I haven’t found a particular favourite yet.”

It was a treasure trove of forgotten tales, waiting to be discovered. Edward's fingers brushed against the spines of the books, searching for a particular volume. His touch was gentle, almost reverential, as though he understood the power held within these ancient pages. I exchange worried looks with Jayden. What did this have to do with us? Edward stopped in front of a book, covered in a film of dust, its title etched in faded gold letters: "The Legend of the Eclipse Pack." With trembling hands, he carefully opened the pages, revealing a tale that had been buried in the annals of time. The words within were tinged with a foreboding energy, as if the very ink held the weight of tragedy.

"About ten minutes after Elise showed her a bracelet Edward supposedly gave her as a baby." "And you believe that?" "I don't know what to believe right now," he admitted quietly. "She has answers, proof, but my gut…" "Same with me," I murmured. "My gut's screaming." *** Later that night, long after Melissa had gone to bed and Elise retreated to the guest suite, I found myself pacing the study again. Edward's old journal sat on the edge of the shelf, where we'd left it after the confrontation with Celine. I opened it slowly, turning page after page, filled with the man's calculated handwriting, each line like a blueprint to someone's ruin.

"It teaches you about the French Revolution, which took place in the seventeen-nineties in the country of France. It is a good book if you like history or violence or exciting suspense. It is a love story, too. All in all, it is an excellent book." Jane started towards her seat. Relief mingled with pride. It was over now, the book and the report. If the length counted for anything, she would get an A plus. Her report hadn't been as long and flowery as Lucy's, but it had been more interesting and informative than Emily's. Maybe she'd even get an A for the trimester. If Jane were the one giving out grades, anyone who read a book with 422 pages would get an A for the year. But when she looked b

Meanwhile, elsewhere, Edward and his friends are searching Robert's house for clues to Violetta's whereabouts. A few minutes later, Edward managed to find a book. Suddenly he read it carefully, Who would have thought that the book was Robert's writing containing his experiences and complaints, like a diary? "Finally I found her," Edward muttered with a lopsided smile as he got the clue from the book. "I'll drag that pure-blooded girl right away!" continued Edward confidently, he had his eye on Violetta for a long time. This time maybe Edward won't let Violetta escape, so he can get the holy blood.

Lewis stayed composed. “I have been observing carefully, sir.” Edward leaned back slightly in his chair. “Observing carefully,” he repeated slowly. “Yes, sir.” Edward’s eyes darkened. “And what exactly have you observed?” Lewis spoke calmly. “Routine activities. No suspicious communication. No unusual behavior from the staff or Mrs. Caldwell. Security remains stable.” Edward let out a quiet laugh. It wasn’t a happy laugh. It was dangerous. “So everything is normal?” “Yes, sir.” Edward stared at him. Long and hard. “My wife has been emotionally unstable, quiet, withdrawn, and physically injured,” Edward said slowly. “And you are telling me everything is normal?” My chest tightened.