Edward Cullen Novels & Stories

I did not state it, but I was thankful for her presence and guidance. I was turning a page when Rosalyn’s eyes drifted to the door. Before I could ask, a shadow filled the frame. A man stepped in, silent, unannounced. Elias walked a step behind him, though he did not speak. Older, weathered, with a scar across his jaw. Wild amber eyes that didn’t belong to any civilized wolf I knew. The kind of presence that made Rosalyn’s hand subtly shift toward the drawer where she kept her phone and panic button, and Elias stood as straight as a blade being drawn.

For a brief moment, Killian glanced at me because he might have sensed my discomfort but his gaze wavered the moment I looked up at him, and just then did the elevator doors open with a chime. Room 16 had two male bodyguards standing in front of it. When we walked in, a doctor and several nurses were standing next to the man laying huddled in his bed, looking quite sick with a nasal oxygen cannula fitted inside his nose. I immediately recognized him from one of the portraits Killian stored in his study room. Mr. Edward Crane. "What do I have to do to get these nurses to stop snitching." He croaked, sending a lopsided grin towards Killian but he didn't find it amusing.

As long as he profited, he had no complaints. Next up is Marc. If Killian had the opportunity to choose among the four individuals, Marc would undoubtedly be his top pick. Marc, an exceptionally compassionate alpha, held a profound concern for the well-being and health of the citizens. He tirelessly implemented numerous regulations that greatly assisted impoverished families and instilled hope in underprivileged children.

He wondered what all this meant. "Don’t know about that?!" Brittany's eyes widened, and he looked at Edward in surprise. ‘How’s that possible?’ Edward was Alexander's personal assistant, part-time driver, and bodyguard. Edward had been around Alexander for years and was closest to Alexander. How could Edward not know this? "What do I not know?" Edward was confused. 'Has the news of Mr. Russell's marriage been released? No way. From what Ms. Oakley said, it sounds like he is about to get married. But isn't he already married?'

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.

Edward said, his voice trembling with disbelief. “I hoped Alexandro would find her before they reached Avalon. I was wrong,” he said. “But now… it’s too late to act rashly.” Jacob’s voice was cold. “What does Valerian have to do with this?” “Valerian… knows Maeron. He’s the only one who might help. But if Alexandro thinks I’m connected to Valerian, it will destroy what little trust remains. That’s why I stayed away.” “So you just gave up?” Edward asked.

Speaking of Creed he walked into my office with some flowers and muffins in his hands. “ What is all that?” I questioned raising an eyebrow “ well the muffins are from the Willow family and the flowers are from Mrs. Rose.” He shrugged placing them on my desk “ Mrs. Rose? As in the one that runs the flower shop? What for?” I sigh sniffing them “ They are for Madam Charlotte.Oh and this isn’t even all of it. The whole pack has put together little gifts for her in hopes of her feeling better.” He shrugged “ DELiVERY!” Ryan yelled bringing in a basket of cards with cookies

The frustration and fatigue in Ellaine’s voice can’t be ignored. “I told you. This thing you’re getting into is no fun. There is no place for complaints here.” “I was just asking.” A young man with blonde hair and beautiful sky-colored eyes came out from the back door of the cottage. He smiled at them, exposing a dimple at the right corner of his mouth; his eyes lingered a bit longer on Ellaine, then nodded at Finrod. “I am Caeruleus, Prince Finrod. The captain of the ship called for you. We are about to sail.” After saying this, he went inside the cottage.

“Johnny get your wrinkly self over here, your stupid bell is not working again!” Icahbod frowed. “Is a woman bearing the name Johnny in this century?” “No, why would you ask that?” “You said we were coming to meet a woman.” “Oh yea, he is the one who will bring her to us, she is his daughter but you have to see the father first.” “Oh, ok.” Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter.

“Is there any way I can convince you not to do this?” I turned to face him. I could see and hear how scared he was for me. “They need me to do this, I need to do this.” “You’ve already faced them. Are you sure you can do this again?” “Honestly, no. But I have to try right?” “You don’t know Gideon Davenport, he is ruthless. He will tear you apart on the stand.” “I have your father and Evelyn in my corner though, and not to mention you.” “I know but Gideon,” he paused, his brow furrowed.