Edward Cullen Novels & Stories

It was like we had stumbled upon some long-forgotten, abandoned castle - and who knew what secrets it held? As we approached, a large group of people, including both men and women, stood around the stairs leading up to what appeared to be a stone stage. Dane emerged and ascended the steps, followed by two men who escorted Catrina out. She had clearly been badly beaten, with bruises and blood staining her face. I stepped forward, but Kendra caught my arm and whispered, “Don’t,” keeping her eyes on the events ahead. How could she remain so composed while I was a bundle of nerves? My stomach was churning, and I felt like throwing up.

The same colored eyes and the same long raven hair. “Alpha Julian told me he was visiting the Crescent Moon pack and said we could tag along with him if we’d like, so, we decided to drop in to visit you.” Her father said with an indifferent shrug. I wondered how Cassandra felt about it. Her hands were clenched at her sides, her smile tight, and she was not meeting my eye. Was she worried her father had seen the leaves in her hair, noted the redness of her lips, known she was in the woods with me and formed his own conclusions? He’d be an idiot not to.

Edward asked, getting his laptop out from his bag and fastidiously putting it onto his lap. Vincent blew smoke. "Dig deeper about Celestine Oakmont. I'm not satisfied with the information Vladimir gave me about that girl." Edward started inputting text by pressing keys on his laptop keyboard, doing his thing. He's a computer science graduate and has been working for the mafia for over a year now. Vincent trust his men but he knew that Vladimir won't be able to dig more information because he's not an expert in getting information about someone and he was certain that Edward is the right person for him to ask for help.

Sunday couldn’t have come any sooner. After my therapy session with Eva on Friday, I feel loads better and haven’t had a hallucination since my brief episode. Luke’s been so busy with galas and such, all part of the Craven Inc. image. I haven’t been able to fill him in on what I thought happened. He makes me smile, though. He’s been going solo, which, of course, has created hype with the press. They’ve been having a field day speculating if the infamous Mr Craven is now an eternal bachelor or if he has found the future Mrs Craven.

I say and he nods his head before taking a look around the empty lobby again. “Eleanor and Lucas are both children of a very rich drug mogul, no one has ever seen him but his name became very popular this year because he took down almost all of his competition drug rings.” He says and my eyes widen. None of this makes sense right now, “I was always in love with you, Emily. But I have to marry Eleanor so at least me and my family stay safe.” Mafia? I guessed that didn't I? Its just Lucas doesn't seem like a man who would be on the wrong side of the law.

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

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”

No more blood spilling beneath his fists. His software company had already skyrocketed into the top fifty in the world—he had more money than he could ever spend. He didn't need this life anymore. He took a deep breath and reached into his car, grabbing his signature cologne and spraying a few pumps onto his hoodie before pulling it up. Time to go inside. The hallway leading into the underground venue was dimly lit, the low hum of conversation and distant laughter filling the space. Kane walked with slow, deliberate steps, his sharp gaze scanning the area.

He plays the footage from the camera flash he got from the lab. We carefully watch everything in the video. Alpha Tate’s wolf wasn’t comfortable seeing it again, he’s growling and radiating anger energy from his body, but we had to watch it. It’s the only way to know who these scientists are. “There.” He points at the screen. Oliver pauses the video, taking it back a little and stops at the face of one of the doctors. “Isn’t that Justin’s father?” Oliver asks, staring at the screen intensely. He does look exactly like Justin though.

He carefully put aside the carrots that Hailey was supposed to cut and the chopping board too. "You should have made me help you," Edward said in between sighs. He carefully holds Hailey's hands and slowly taps the cotton bud with a betadine on the tip of her index finger. Hailey looks at Edward while applying betadine to her fingertips, she does not know where her thoughts made her wander, but one thing is for sure. Whatever it is, whatever she has for him, she feels for him, and she wants at him, it should not be there. There are millions of reasons why it should not be there, first, he is a criminal. One of the worst, she saw him killed not just once, but thrice, and he did not even bat a