Edward Breaks Bed Novels & Stories

Behind me, there was a thud and an irritated grunt. “What?” Ingrid snapped as she jerked upright from where she’d been dozing on the chaise. Her hair was a bird’s nest, she looked sleep-fogged and annoyed. “I was dreaming I was on a beach with—” “Save it,” I cut in, already making my way inside. My pulse was a thrum in my ears, matching the quick rhythm of my feet on the marble floors. “Edward’s back.” That woke her up. Completely. She was on her feet in a blink, her dark eyes alight with a knowing gleam that made me arch a brow.

I took in a deep breath and got up from the bed. I went to the bathroom and peed in the toilet. I brushed my teeth and had my bath. When I got to the kitchen, I met mom already making breakfast. "Good morning mom." "You're up early. Hope you're good?" I rolled my eyes. "What do you mean mom? Don't I get up early on weekends?" I pouted. "You and I know that's not true." Mom chuckled while I gave her a soft gaze with a smile. After breakfast, I washed Mr. Ronan's jacket and hung it for it to dry.

Ruth is home. *** She walks into the room. Her eyes search frantically, but the search stops once they land on me. I’m fully stretched on the bed, pretending to have just woken up from sleep. My already puffy eyes sell the lie well. Ruth drops her bag and hurries to my side. “Hey, are you okay?” I sit up quickly. “Yeah, the couch wasn’t comfortable... I’m sorry I crashed here.” Her lips stretch into a soft smile. She gently grazes my forearm and I stop myself from flinching at her touch. I need her to believe we're good, and I did not just find out what she's done.

A sharp crack broke the silence in the living room. The bracelet hit the hard marble floor, and the gem shattered into pieces. At that instant, everything around me stood still. I stared at the broken pieces on the floor, my mind going blank. Susan shrieked and took a step back. Jason swiftly grabbed Susan's hand and anxiously checked the back of her hand and her calves. "Did you get cut by the shards? Does it hurt?" He was finally relieved after making sure that Susan wasn't hurt. He turned around and stared at me, frozen in place, my face pale.

Tears soaked my pillow as I hugged it tightly, sobbing uncontrollably. Why? Why had my life turned into this? Why did the man I love keep leaving me? Why didn’t I even have a shoulder to lean on? Exhaustion finally pulled me into a restless sleep. … The next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache. I couldn’t remember how I’d gotten home the night before. My eyes landed on a neatly folded note on the nightstand: "Eat something before work. I rescheduled the meeting for today’s case." The handwriting was precise and elegant, and the memories of last night came rushing back.

"I just needed to know if you knew." She walked out. The door closed behind her. Not loudly. Just shut. The way things shut when someone had already moved on to whatever came next before the door even finished closing. Gerald sat alone for a long time. The folder sat on his desk where she had left it. He thought about Edward. About the man he had known. Driven and brilliant and ruthlessly focused on the things he decided mattered. About the way he had talked about Freddie. With a particular fierce pride that Gerald had always found moving. The pride of a man who had put everything into one person and needed that person to be worth it.

Was this what people always called a miracle? The feeling of fatigue still enveloped his entire body, coupled with the effects of the anaesthesia that still prevailed over him. He closed his eyes, answered his body's invitation that asked him to go back to sleep. *** It was only a few moments when he fell asleep when his ears caught the noise from inside his room, disturbing his sleep, which had been quiet before being disturbed by the sound. He opened his eyes to find Edward kicking a man nearly two meters tall in his room, destroying all the furniture in the room where he was treated. Two glasses of glass that fell as a result of Edward's attack, which knocked back the body of the man he w

Holding my breath, I carefully pull back the sheets to unwrap the person beneath it. “Stopppp” the voice mumbles as I pull away the sheet. “Edward? What are you doing here?” I blink in surprise. “Give it back” he sleepily tries to grab for the sheet, but I snatch it back with enough force to stumble backwards. He’s lying shirtless, a hand and leg hanging off the bed. His hand absently reaches back for something to grab onto, but sleep overcomes him and he goes still. I stifle a giggle and creep closer to him.

far off from the close reach of Edward. Edward on the other hand, stood for a moment and then walked into the house and heads to his drink shelf, grabbed a bottle of Whiskey with a glass. Pouring some quantity of Whiskey into the glass as he drinks it completely. He then returned the bottle of whiskey back to the drink shelf and walked into the room. Opening his room door, he went straight to his bed and laid on it looking straight up to the Plaster of Paris(POP) ceiling finishing in his room. He then slept off unknowingly cause of the stress he went through during the trip.

I laid in bed with my eyes open, feeling like something was missing, I guess it was sleep but it wasn’t forthcoming. I heard a knock at the door and I wondered who was coming to see me this time. Since sleep wasn’t coming anyway I ordered whatever it was to come on in. He works into the room and paces around for a bit “ Good evening, Edwina,” Edward said before he finally found a chair to get himself comfortable in the room “ What the hell are you doing here? ” I asked without even thinking. “How was your day and how did it go with Rebecca? “ Oh shit I forgot for a while there was one who asked me to go and apologize to Rebecca