Novel & Cerita Edward Cullen Quotes Breaking Dawn

said madam Collen with a smirk . " I am surprised too . Maybe she is trying to repeat my words . " said Edward . " Why would I...... ? " said Claire . " Because I am perfect . Girls do that all the time . " said Edward with a troubled expression . " Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror ? " said Claire . " I have and I look extremely handsome . " said Edward with a smirk . " I think you should take a look at your ugly soul beneath your handsome face . " said Claire annoyed .

"I thought we already had this discussion. I do remember telling you at one point that it wouldn't matter," Cullen said in his most sincere tone. His stomach was turning he was so nervous. But if he didn't take this opportunity he didn't know if he'd get another one. "Besides, I do find you incredibly beautiful. And it's not just because of what you look like or smell like. I like the way you make me think and feel. You're intelligent and capable. I never knew what I wanted until I met you."

“Weirder with you in it.” I rolled my eyes, though my smile betrayed me. “Smooth.” “Always.” There was another beat. A quieter one. Then I leaned forward and teased, “Sooo… are we going to pretend this won’t be awkward when we’re glaring at each other across the negotiation table anytime soon?” He smirked. “I don’t glare. I smolder.” “Okay, Edward Cullen.” He laughed—rich, smooth, a sound that curled around the edges of my heart in a way I wasn’t prepared for. God, he still had that laugh. The kind that made it feel like the room tilted just slightly toward him.

Jealous people. "Edward Cullen is the most elusive guy in Forks High School. No one can get close to him, because he doesn't like anyone. No one is good enough for him. But what they don't know, Edward is a Vampire. Edward has lived for several hundred years. He's around over a century old. He was turned into a vampire in the 1900s because of a plague and he was infected. He was bitten by the doctor who was already a vampire at that time. Edward was just 17 and his body freezes its time and he remained 17 until then. He met Bella. First, he avoided her because he smelled something strange in Bella's blood. It was too volatile and he was losing control. Bella could feel Edward's disgust with

But as he walked, a thought struck him—antagonizing her now would only plant a ticking time bomb. Reluctantly, he stopped in his tracks. "I’m not so easily dealt with. If she wants to divorce me, let’s see if she’s got what it takes." "Westley, I knew you’d have a solution. Dad and I are counting on you!" Elena said eagerly, clinging to his arm. Without hesitation, Westley yanked his arm free. "Elena Cullen, watch your mouth. If you don’t, not even a miracle will save you." "Westley, why are you being so cold to me? Just last night, you said I was the only one you loved…"

"It's not true--" "I heard your sweet, sweet words, and I wish I could respond to your beautiful feelings, but I can't, and I'm really sorry for that," Evelyn cut Edward off bluntly because she didn't know if she could if Edward begs more with his soulful eyes, "I do support you to make your decision on a mate, and I don't believe that destiny is what should control our lives but...I can't be the reason for your decision on your mate, Edward, I can't."

Cullen responded, accepting my reassurance. I nodded, acknowledging his understanding. "Yeah," I confirmed softly. "Take a cool bath and get some rest so you'll be rejuvenated for tomorrow," he suggested, genuinely concerned for my well-being. "Sure, thank you," I replied, appreciating his thoughtfulness. "Or would you like me to help you take a bath?" Cullen asked playfully, a mischievous smirk dancing on his face. "Hey!" I exclaimed, laughing at his unexpected suggestion. "What?" he asked innocently, joining in the laughter. "I was just offering to assist," he added, raising his hands in a mock defensive gesture.

Edward He advanced towards me, casting a shadow over my trembling form, his eyes filled with a sinister gleam. "Oh, Edward," he murmured, almost mockingly. "This was never a battle I intended to win. Consider this a cautionary tale." Without warning, he pivoted and strode away, the sound of his heavy footsteps reverberating through the desolate hall. I attempted to pursue him, but my body rebelled, causing me to falter and grasp my side where his razor-sharp claws had pierced through. Blood seeped through my fingers, the metallic tang saturating the air with a foreboding presence.

Roberto nearly topples over backward, and when he finally stands his ground firm again, his voice echoes to every crack and crevice of the kitchen, even flowing into the hallways, "Samuel Colt?" Edward is next to snap at me in total disbelief, "The man that makes weapons that can kill every goddamn supernatural being? You want to go steal; oh wait, you want to go ask him for the book?" "That is the idea, Edward. But," I hesitate for a brief moment, "I suggest that we go armed." There is nothing but a godawful cackle that comes from Edward as he now starts pacing the length of the floor, "And who gave you this brilliant idea?"

Cecelia asked Edward as she caressed his cheeks. "Easy okay. Beside It's not that important". Edward said as he stared at the flat television in front of him. "Just spill it out". Cecelia said while popping her cheeks, as she persuaded Edward to spill out whatever he had in mind to tell her. "Alright. I just want to tell you that you look so precious". Edward said while winking at her. "Awen!.Thanks a lot". Cecelia said as she couldn't help but blush hard. "Your voice.......js so beautiful". Edward said, which is a wonderful complement to Cecelia. "I WANT YOUR TONGUE". Edward added which made Cecelia jump up in fear.