Ed Cullen Novels & Stories

’ “Mr. Cullen? “Ask him something. See if he dares to keep his damn job now.” Even without Harvey saying anything, Cullen had already lost everything the moment he sided with the Island Nations.

It was Cullen calling. "Hello, Brielle," Cullen greeted me on the call. "Hi, Cullen. You disappeared," I remarked, curious about his sudden absence. "I didn't disappear, Brielle," he replied, chuckling lightly. "I had to leave in a hurry. There's a business partner who has been urging me to invest in his venture, but I've been skeptical. So, he requested a face-to-face meeting to discuss his proposal in detail and for me to evaluate the potential investment."

“Where are you going?” “Shit,”Ethan curses under his breath. He takes a breath, composing himself, then turns around. “Duncan, I need to speak with James.” The man in the doorway is shorter than Ethan, and has blond hair scraped into a bun. He’s wearing a blue tartan kilt—so he’s not one of Ethan’s clan. He grins, then gestures behind him. “Come inside,” he says. Ethan pauses for a beat before he sighs. He heads back toward the door, his hand still clasped around mine.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

Colton and Jane, sit opposite Reece and I, while Mr Cullen sits at the head of the table and Mrs Cullen, on his right hand. When we are all gathered in the room, Mr Cullen rises to his feet, lightly tapping the spoon against the glass, earning everyone's attention. He welcomes everyone and thanks us for coming, he then begins sharing a few words about their intention for tonight, that this is a celebration of the life, of their daughter. He expresses how much they love her, and miss her, and that they want to honour her. Mrs Cullen rises to her feet and walk out, after mentioning that they have something, in which they would like to show everyone. She returns, being followed by two people, w

"If there was anyone left who doubted that we'd already mated they'll all have those concerns put to rest now." Her sarcasm bit into him, but he wasn't giving on this. "Jenna's dangerous. If she decides she's no longer cooperative for any reason while you're alone with her then you're dead." "Cullen I don't see that as being as likely as you do. Brennus seems to be able to control her fairly well." "I don't care. We'll get the rest of the caoch that's missing some other way." Cullen pulled out his cell phone and started paging through the numbers for Cadifor's name so that he call and cancel.

He was young and he seemed to have a successful career. “Your legs… They recovered?” Cullen asked, his voice thick with disbelief. Yulene nodded and answered, “Yeah. What brings you here today?” Cullen replied with a smile, “I’m here to entertain my client. We just parted ways not long ago. Since we have not seen each other in so long, would you care to join me for a cup of tea?” “Let's do it some other time. I have something else to do tonight.” Cullen was Yulene’s coursemate. In college, Cullen used to be a famous person who had excelled in every aspect.

Raleigh My name is Raleigh. I'm 18 and the current talk of Erondale. There have been numerous murders of girls that look similar to me; raven colored hair and green eyes. I have a wolf, also, though not all of the murdered girls have one. I didn't know that I had one, though. It was something that just changed about me. Well, I say changed, but really it's been here with me all along. My mother hid it from me.

I can sense their uneasiness. My mother's older sister, Aunt Maureen, was a wealthy businesswoman and member of the upper class. They are terrified of her because she was also renowned as the most vicious woman. "Shh shh..." she whispered, placing her pointer fingers on her lips and motioning for the man's mouth to close. "I wasn't born yesterday, Mr. Cowel, how dare you lie in front of me?" he exclaimed. "Don't you realize that mocking them is also mocking me?" Aunt shouted. "Yes, my sister married Beckett, but she's still a Roosevelt, and her children have the blood of Roosevelt as well. Perhaps, all of you are looking for corporate warfare?" They all shake their heads in displeasure. "The