Edward Cullen Novels & Stories

Everly comments. “Yes it does. Shit look at this. It is a marriage certificate to Regina’s first husband.” Lance points out. David Trendle, I know that name. He was the son of a business partner of dads. He also went to school with us. I heard he had married after his first wife had disappeared. To this day, her family still hasn’t found or heard anything from her.

Father had been expecting him — Carl Sterling, Edward’s younger brother. The man who would arrive as condolence, but stay as strategy. He stepped through the doorway like he owned it. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Impeccably dressed in charcoal and silk. His features were almost too perfect — sharp jaw, sculpted cheekbones, eyes the color of whiskey poured in candlelight. He smiled, and it felt like the world exhaled for him. Even the maids paused to stare. “Carl,” Father said, rising to shake his hand. “I can’t tell you how sorry we are. Edward’s death was… sudden.”

the woman in charge of the cashier looked at him over her glasses. "Are you a relative?" "Does it matter if I am?" "Well, we are talking about a medical situation, sir. Please tell me your name." "I'm Edward Collen." When the girl heard his full name, she looked at him more closely and realized he was the most eligible widower in the city. Before he had mentioned his name, she hadn't taken a second to really look at him, but now she felt like a demigod had presented himself before her.

"You haven't ordered yet?" Cyrus was his actual cousin. While Edward was off dominating the business sector, he was conquering the entertainment business. As soon as he had signed a contract with D-Fronts Media, he was off making history. "There's no hurry." Cyrus didn't even flip through his menu as he tilted his head. "Tell me, how are you getting along with your wife?" Edward frowned when it came to Ellena. "It's going all right," He said, not bothering to say anything more.

Surely- this was my Uncle Caleb, Dad, and Uncle Fred's brother. "That's me. Who do I owe the pleasure to?" I reply, making him chuckle. "Right. Let me introduce myself. The name is Caleb. Caleb Knight, I'm the owner of Knight's Enterprise and the father of Andrew Knight. It's come to my attention that you are the man of the night." he says smiling, extending his arm for me to shake. I shake firmly, making his smile widen. "It's a pleasure, sir," I say, playing it off. Does he really not know we are related? Or could he be trying to pull my leg? Either way, I have a feeling I need to be careful with him.

Anabel immediately lost interest, "It's a pity, he looks so good-looking and has such a good temperament, but he is a poor ghost." Half an hour later, Edward came, along with Mrs. Richards. Seeing Edward and his mother coming together, Sir Lucas's head was so big. Because of a few composite photos, he still remembers the last time Mrs. Richard almost cut off business dealings with the Cowell family. This time Arielle brought everyone back directly, how could this be good?

' As long as you don't go to school, whatever, you don't have to follow your mother to the company. ' Puddy Forger...' Fiona Forger let go of Xu's hand, got up and went to his son's side, reached out and touched his head, 'Your family is very crowded, but do you want to live a life like Edward Cullen?' 'Mother, is it possible that my father's family has as much money as Mr. Cullen?' Just thinking of Edward Cullen at such a young age that Mr. Cullen trained like the future heir, had to study all kinds of subjects every day along with all sorts of annoying etiquette, had to go to the office to look at the reports on his days off,

Something she didn't fully understand. Something dangerous. She turned abruptly, needing air, needing space before whatever that feeling was settled too deep. She didn't notice the eyes on her as she left. But they were there. Watching. Waiting. Up above, McLauren smiled slowly, rolling his cigar between his fingers. "Oh, Kane..." he murmured. "This just got interesting." He turned slightly, already reaching for the next move. "Take some cash," he said, gesturing lazily. "Drop it in her booth tomorrow."

Noah said excitedly. “The Ulfr Banamaðr?” Kiran asked. “Yes, Alpha,” he answered. “Now that is interesting, how did you find out his true identity?” Kiran asked. “A very reliable source close to him told me,” Noah said. “And why exactly do you want him named?” Kiran asked. “He’s killing his own kind,” Noah said with disgust. “I have a man in custody which I’m told is this wolf executioner,” Kiran said. “You have the wolf executioner in custody?” Noah asked, surprised.

Their gaze cut in neat, exact cuts around them; their hands barely left the daggers each of them held. Among them, my eyes caught a figure that seemed so familiar. There was no mistaking him in the dim light-Dexter Cullen. He was the second youngest in the Cullen family, Donuovan's most trusted lieutenant, and Garrett's older brother. His presence here confirmed my suspicions: this wasn't just some casual get-together. This was a pivotal moment in their operations.