Novel & Cerita Edward Breaks Bed

He sighed and walked back to the table as he began to think of how to get it open, now that the key was nowhere to be found. "Fuck this," he muttered as he placed his hands on the handle of the cupboard and pulled at it hard. The lock of the cupboard broke in half and the force at which Edward had pulled it, sent him to the floor. He groaned in pain as he landed on his back on the cold hard floor. He gritted his teeth in pain, trying his best not to make a noise as he removed the broken cupboard from the top of his body and placed it beside him. He waited patiently for some seconds to see if the noise that he had made had woken anyone up.

He was starting to feel hungry but Eric didn't want to stress him out. "Just relax. I'm going to prepare dinner" Edward said and walked to his kitchen. -------------- They ate dinner in silence. Edward was a good cook. Tom and Alex stood outside guarding the house after they ate dinner. Eric felt sleepy. Edward noticed. He went to his room and arranged the bed. He used a new bedsheet for him. Eric noticed the bedspread was new. He doesn't think Edward has used it before, it's still very neat. He climbed the bed after thanking Edward and slept off.

He placed it on the floor and said, “Your lunch.” That was all! I again rested my head on my folded hands as I lied turned towards the wall. He waited for a few minutes. Though I couldn’t see him, but I could feel his presence, his smell in the air and soon I heard a deep sigh followed by the sound of the door closing. I sighed and lied down, soon drifting off to sleep. -- -- Edward’s POV-- “F*ck!! I know she won’t eat!!” I banged my hand on the table cracking the thin wood. Only if I could tell her that I am forced to do this! If only I could tell her that it is just for one more day!! But I can’t!

I gasped as I pulled back from Edward, my mind now racing. Something was wrong in my room. What was it? I climbed from my bed not caring to grab my crutch nor what Edward was doing. I flipped the light on and stood there staring at my room. "Wait Ara your dad he-" "No he won't he's well into being passed out with half a bottle of scotch left in his hand right now, he doesn't have work tomorrow." I cut him off and waved my hand dismissing his worry. I stood there scanning my room looking for something, anything.

“Broken night?” Janice questioned. She had been led in as usual, and sat, still cuffed, across the table from Byron. “Hmm?” Byron looked at her, appearing confused. “That's what my mom used to call it when nightmares or something kept waking you up— a broken night.” “Oh,” now he began to understand. “Yeah, it looks like you had one.” “You could say that for sure.” “That's okay, I did too. I was dreaming about Lacey all night, Lacey and that damn snake.”

Edward called his subordinates, turned around and snuck into Trent's ward with his pillow in his arms. "What are you tossing and turning about in the middle of the night..." Even though Edward's movements were very light, Trent was woken up by Edward and scolded him in a daze. Trent rolled over and continued to sleep. Edward was so frightened that he did not dare to gasp. He carefully lay down beside Trent. "I'm going to the toilet." Trent frowned and was a little displeased. "Don't move!" Edward rolled his eyes. There was never a woman who would be so rude when sleeping with him. If she had not given him a little more sense of security, he would not have...spoilt her so much.

Nothing. But Edward didn’t give up. He knelt beside the bed frame and started tapping the floorboards, checking seams, feeling along the underside of the mattress. "No offense," I whispered, "but you look like you’ve done this before." He gave a tiny, crooked smile. "Long story." Then—tap tap—his knuckles hit something hollow. "Hold on…" He crouched lower, reaching behind the bed. "There’s a hole in the wall here." He pulled out a small bundle of trinkets—buttons, beads, a broken bracelet—and several crumpled papers.

Edward praises with a small chuckle and goes forward to meet Bruce who lies on the bed, unmoving. He tried to take hold of his hand that was dangling at the edge of the bed but Bruce let out a painful groan as he turned over on the bed. "Sh*t!” Edward cursed as he shut his eyes in frustration and fear to end up being caught. “This bastard should just stay in one place so I can get this done and over with soon,”

Third Person POV Nicklaus walks into his bedroom, he frown at how scattered his blanket and sheets are. But he’s too tired to complain, he takes off his suit and toss it on a couch.. he kicks his shoes off and falls on the bed. He sniffs the sheets as a sweet fragrance swifts through his nose. “Did the laundry man change his washing soap?” He wonders. He sniffs it again and smile. “I like this soap!” He said to himself. Soon he’s already snoring. Meanwhile, Graham couldn’t catch Anastasia.

The beds are floating? I took a shower and slipped in the covers, suddenly I felt drained and soon drifted off to sleep. The next time I woke up, I wasn't alone. In fact, Callum was sitting at the end of the bed and was watching me, Creepily. I groaned and sat up rubbing the sleep off my eyes. He was still staring when I stood up, and made my way towards the door for tinkle. I was pretending to be calm and collected, when in fact my insides are churning with zoo animals ready to unleash at the right time.