Novel & Cerita Edward Cullen Fan Art

Elona sent a message to Edward Callahan telling her that something had come up and she would entrust Arlyle, Artie, and Allie to him. She would only return the next day. Edward Callahan immediately called her. The moment she answered Edward was a little too excited. He rambled on about meeting the famous artist from country S Julio and how they resembled each other like looking in the mirror. Julio had just come for the triplets' birthday as their grandfather.

My thoughts were interrupted by a soft clicking sound. Confused, I turned my attention from the window to the class and spotted a tall man holding a camera, pointed directly at me. “So beautiful,” he murmured. I blinked, completely thrown. “Did you just take my photo?” “Hi, I’m Edward,” he said smoothly, lowering the camera. He was blonde, with sharp handsome features and an unmistakable Alpha aura. “I’m a year ahead of you in classes.” I hesitated but shook his outstretched hand. “Isabella Trevelyan”

Edward walked over to Juan and greeted him politely, "Mr. Nichols, I'm Edward, one of the artists with the Nichols Group." Edward was a sunny, bright young man. Juan merely nodded at him in acknowledgment, offering little in the way of conversation. The other couples stood nearby. One pair was a once-famous couple in the industry. Axel Decker was a veteran actor in his fifties, and his ex-wife, Emilee Carlson, was a goddess of her time.

Edward frowned when he heard this, "I won't let Arielle go astray." "Neither would I." Anabel also nodded, assured, with a pure face. She took out her phone and took a few pictures in front of her. Edward asked, "What are you shooting?" Anabel handed over the phone to him. The picture she took happened to be when Arielle handed her design draft to President Corrol Paul, but because of the angle problem, she didn't take a picture of the design draft in her hand, only half of their hands, it looked like The hands of the two were clasped together. Edward looked back abruptly and saw Arielle and President Corrol Paul sitting at a dining table, the two were talking and laughing, looking extremely

Cullen was still secretly watching Heart from a far. When Cullen was busy talking to his fans, Heart was having a chance to watch him at the screen if she was not accommodating clients, she was just standing next to a series of clothes. ‘Mr. CEO Lee is really a busy person. Other than being a CEO, he is a popular online gamer celebrity.’ Heart thought. But then a fan of Cullen approached Heart. She poked her back and Heart turned around, smiling at her.

The whole time I'm busy, I don't look his way, giving them space. I return to the living room from the kitchen, to see Mr Cullen sitting on the floor, having taken off his suit jacket and now drawing with Ava. I'm supposed to not be touched by the sight, because Mr Cullen is involved but it's so cute to see him give Ava control and let her feel like the teacher, as she teaches him how to draw. He doesn't look like that man who had been horrible to me, who had insulted me but he looks like a totally different person. He looks so gentle with her and it almost look fatherly?

Madam Collen grabbed Edward's shoulder and patted it . " Take off that mask , little Ed . " said madam Collen . " Haaaah........ " sighed Edward annoyed then took his mask away . When Claire looked at him , she tried hard to hold herself back from blushing at the sight of his handsome face . ' This bastard !...........Why has he wasted such rare gens of beauty ? It's unfair . As time passes people get older and get wrinkles . His skin is the same as my little brother's.............. ' thought Claire with an annoyed expression as she looked at him .

A clay sculpture of what I think was a squirrel glared at me from one table, its one remaining eye unnervingly lifelike. Finally, we reached Eddie’s display. I braced myself. It was… something. A canvas roughly the size of a cafeteria tray, smeared with swirls of red, green, and blue. In the middle, a vaguely fish-shaped creature with wings and a lopsided crown floated above what might have been a volcano or a very angry pizza. There were googly eyes glued in random places, and what I sincerely hoped was glitter glue forming a trail of smoke. I stared at it, my heart squeezing in that weird way it always did when Eddie showed me his latest creation. Was it a masterpiece? Objectively, no. Was

“Mr. Furlord, based on our sources, an aspiring writer named Sunny Peruvian used a photo of yours as a book cover of one of her erotic romance novels. And since the people know you well, they were quick to find it and thought that you somewhat have a relationship with that…er…writer.” “What?! I don’t even know who that asshole is!” he scowled. His sharp square jaw tensed and slightly jutted forward as his thick black eyebrows furrowed. But despite the fearful feature that he showed, his assistant was not taken aback, Edward cleared his throat and remained still. “I don’t think the woman knows you either.” Damon’s brows wrinkled even more and his parallelogram-shaped green eyes widened as if

She stood on the staircase, fingers clenched tightly around the railing. "Mom, did you draw this?" Edward held up an A4 sheet of paper high in the air. On it was a drawing of a blue-eyed young man. Joan's eyes lit up. She scolded him loudly, "That belongs to Adriana. Give it back to Adriana right now." She recognized the guy in the drawing—it was Adriana's former boyfriend. "Adriana, Edward took your drawing by accident. I'm sorry."