Edward Cullen Sparkle Novels & Stories

, which is a play on words and sounds very similar to a typical Filipino curse word but literally, if nonsensically, translates to king mother hen. Apart from Grades 9 and 10 when he had a crew cut or whitewall, Dion has had Edward Cullen’s long hair that’s always newly washed and strategically tousled. He’s also constantly clean-shaven and baby-faced. Nathan has Jughead hair as though it had popped fresh from under a Jughead beanie, and he sometimes has two weeks’ growth of mustache plus a landing-strip goatee that he’s partly inclined to grow.

Usually, he was a collected man. After sometimes Edward calmed himself down and thought of something. He looked up at Paul. “I remembered that on Ellena’s profile it was writted that she had graduated from the Film Academy?” Paul nodded. “Yes Sir. Madame studied Cinematic Literature.” Edward smiled in an instant, and looked like a predator looking at prey, “Does that mean that her work is script writing?” “Ah… Yes.” Paul was surprised and nodded. People thought that Edward was nothing but a cripple and impotent brat that enjoying his father’s fortune but no one knew that he was actually the boss of the country’s largest entertainment agency, D’Front entertainment group.

Which was, he told himself, what Hayzel saw as she searched in vain to catch a glimpse of the fairies themselves. Kaleb glanced at Sparkle again. She was smiling, a soft, knowing curve of her mouth that gleamed in her eyes, as well. Again, there was something else in her gaze, too… beyond warmth, even beyond heat, and Kaleb wondered about it while Hayzel spun long, intricate stories about the fairies who lived in the tiny houses in the woods. * * * “Thank you so much, Kaleb. But you really didn’t have to do this,” Sparkle said for the tenth time in a half-hour. “I am sure it wasn’t in your plans for today…”

, he said. My breathing caught in my throat for a second and I had to exhale bit by bit to get it all out, I didn’t want Ashton to know of my reaction. He was a product of Kyle Simpson’s bad act, but he didn’t know it. He continued without noticing my reaction, “He owns this big company that is known as the Ariel Forensics. He’s kind of a scientist too, like your dad. But he doesn’t do the work at all.” “Wow that sounds great. Being the son of a big company owner”, I said with enthusiasm.

Mateo said, staring straight at my eyes. I think it changed because I got my wolf, that’s all I said to myself, but why do I have a strange and different color of eyes. “Because we’re different” Sparkles sounded loudly. Of course we’re because who bears Sparkles as a name? “Hey, I’m very cutesy that’s why Selene gave me Sparkles,” she said, feeling so proud of herself, and I laughed. “Luna” Mateo cleared his throat that’s when I realized I was laughing out loud.

The spark climbed onto Marek’s boot and tapped it twice as if judging him. Elara called from the common room, “Did you kill it.” “No,” Marek called back. “The cup exploded.” Elara sighed loudly. “Of course it did.” I knelt beside the spark, who was now circling the pile of objects it had collected. “Why did it explode?” Lucian pointed at the spark. “Because it is cursed. Everything we try to put over it explodes. Except the bowl. But the bowl caught on fire. I am not okay.”

“I had woken up to find myself in a coffin and I had to dig through the dirt to make it out into the open, but I was so weak and cold to do anything or go anywhere. I had wanted to find you immediately but my body was not responding. So I laid there for hours until I felt this spark in me and with the spark, I felt the energy returning. It was slow, so slow and I guessed I laid there for two days before I suddenly felt a burst of energy, an energy so strong that I knew I can take down the world if I had wanted. I had gone to my palace, hoping you would be there but all I saw where rogues, they were the first creatures I tasted the spark in me with and I loved it. I loved watching them die, i

he said and turned to leave. "By the way, I'm Edward Nates. What's yours?" He said as he turned back. Then he remembered that I got no name. "So since you are like my personal property now, I would need to give you a name. So I would call you... Ella". "Duh" I replied and entered.

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.