Romans & histoires Dear Edward Kindle

“Oh, come on, Juliet. Don't you have any shame? Aren't you scared that you'll be kicked out of this place?” I rolled my eyes, taking another sip from the glass to soothe my dry throat. “If I decide not to be kind anymore, you might be the one getting kicked out of my party." “Your party?” Edward let out a mocking chuckle. “Let me guess, you were so desperate to prove me wrong that you hooked up with a man who probably bought you that dress, and now you have no respect.” I looked at Edward in disgust. After three years, he still hadn’t changed. It was obvious he never loved me, and I didn't care if he didn’t anymore. It was his loss.

He took her hand gently and said, “Thank you for believing in me.” Kyla smiled, and in her heart, she knew that what Kyla said was true. They were only contract married, and she Edwed. He wasn't as poor as Elisbet said. Looking at all that today brought, she knew that Edward wasn't a random person and had a high status, but what kind of pancetta did he have? Her mind began to burn, menta[ Edwed with a slightly forced sum. Edward turned to Kyla, his eyes radiating genuine warmth. Gently, he grasped her hand to provide a sense of security amidst the tense atmosphere. “Thank you for trusting me,” he said in a low but meaningful voice.

She dragged herself out of bed, threw on a hoodie, and shuffled to the table. Her mom had made eggs, toast, and tea. The TV was on in the background. “…breaking news, Ezra Hale, only son of the Hale Corporation, is officially engaged to Ivy Cruz. This union is said to be one of the biggest alliances in business history—” Seraphine grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. “I can’t,” she muttered. Camila sighed, squeezing her daughter’s hand. “Eat, baby. You need your strength.” Seraphine nodded weakly but barely touched her food.

Edward replied with a smile. Trust Edward to go the extra mile for things like this. It wasn’t like I was a picky eater or anything like that… “I see…thank you,” I said as I smiled back at him. “Oh…and I got you these,” Edward said as he reached inside the paper bag and showed me a box of big dark red cherries. “Wow…someone’s definitely eager to please today…” I said teasingly as I reached for the box. “Not so fast…” Edward said as he swatted my hand away playfully.

I decided to write one specifically for Moana and another for Philomena. Dearest Moana, I know the last time we spoke, we were a bit hostile towards each other but with this letter, I’m praying to get a favorable response from you. I understand the war has affected all of us but there is something very unfortunate and very important that I need to share. This morning when I woke up from bed, I realized that Edward had gone, he had taken the children with him. He writes that he had moved and did not wish to be seen by his old acquaintances again and had started a new life in another place. I am speechless, saddened, and heartbroken.

That caught my attention a tiny weeny bit. "Go on, I'm listening." "It is thrown by Edward, who is a spoiled baby. His father is one of the alphas of a distinct pack and on his 20th birthday decided to give him a mansion as a gift, so he throws parties almost every weekend; he makes the greatest party. You will get used to him soon because you will keep hearing his name." "And?" I could tell there was an and; there always seemed to be one. "He loves to get whatever he sets his eyes on; he is picky, and he doesn't go out with anyone. Girls throw themselves at him, but all he does is gaze at them like they can't compare, and really they can't."

I asked before Nancy could speak anything that would embarrass me. "Oh no, not at all. Our Kenzie is such a sweetie. She kept on reciting her poems from school all the way making us smile. But Mr. Keith is just like his dad who doesn't speak much and keeps on being aloof. I just wish even he would be like you Iva." Edward brother smirked saying so and my hubby was already glaring at him. "He's smart like his dad and only talks when needed." My hubby defended his champ without any delay with a proud smile on his face.

“That's what Elena is always telling me, too. I'm trying, though. I just never want to take away any attention from the kids. All I care about is doing right by them because I think that's what my parents would want.” “Your parents would be proud of you,” Ethan said. “Their daughter is the most courageous and strong person I've ever even heard of. I mean, jeez, I'm proud just to be sitting here with you.” “You're way too sweet,” Laura said, with a sniffle. Right then, Daryl appeared back on the deck with the main course. “Chicken Wellington, Rack of Lamb and of course, Ruby Red Trout,” he said, as he carefully set each plate down onto the table. “Please, enjoy.”

Thank goodness, it was torture not knowing what my surprise would be. Now you go sit down, and I will bring you your breakfast and coffee. He goes to sit down, but not before he asks me if he could get some orange juice as well. Yes, I will bring you some orange juice. He sits down, then I bring him his plate of breakfast and next his coffee and juice. I sit down to eat as well. Okay, the suspense is killing me, where is my present? Alright, here you go as I hand him the bag. He opens the bag and sees the T-shirt that says we know we weren’t planned, but we hope that you will enjoy being our dad. Shane looked at me with this far away look. Babe, are you okay? I’m fine Maddison, this is not w

Gold—my mother’s signature color. I rushed over, ripping the envelope open. There were two letters inside. The first one, in my mother’s familiar handwriting, sent a shiver down my spine. "My dearest Bai, I cannot believe the trouble you’ve landed yourself in. Perhaps our nosy neighbor was right, but that is a topic for another time. I will do what I can from here to ensure no one discovers your involvement. But, if the king has not yet sent out news of the incident, that’s a good sign for now.