Edward Cullen Standing Novels & Stories

Calvin shouts. Edward makes a mad dash to the front, climbing between the seats. He tosses the Beta's body like a rag doll out the window. There's no time to mourn her, no funeral. The dogs will eat her tonight. Then Edward turns on the engine and drives more profound into the casino port for cover. Dustin presses a button on his phone, and metal shutters come down over the two largemouths. The bullets ricochet over the plates. It sounds like there is an army of people outside.

Black hair in a messy puff on his head, wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of black joggers. Julian cleared his throat and the male whipped around, green eyes meeting mine as my smile turned to a frown and my excitement shimmered down. I turned to Julian and whispered in a low voice."Why him?" I asked.Julian chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear before replying."He's the only one I can leave you with, knowing that he won't hurt you." Julian replied.I turned my speculating gaze to Edward as he gave me an offended look, I clearly hadn't been quiet enough for him to not catch it."What if she tempts me to?" Edward asked.Edward questioned as Julian rolled his eyes, turning his attentio

She was not a goddess. "Who is the person?" Pete said that he was thinking of taking back the pictures for himself so that he could keep them in his house. "There," the man pointed at the tall black suit men with wide shoulders. People's attention was on him. When Pete and Rebecca waited for him to turn around, they were not expecting to get more jolt, but they did when they saw it was Edward standing in front of them. "He bought them!" The man said and left Pete's side. Meanwhile, Rebecca felt a chill run down her spine, and a ball of nervousness rolled down her throat.

That made things harder. “You can trust me,” I said softly. They hesitated. And then a deep, low voice cut through the hallway: “You’re asking too many questions, little wolf.” I froze. Cullen stepped out of the shadows behind me. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. His hair was messy like he had been up all night maybe training, and sweat was all over his skin. His presence changed the environment around us as it demanded respect. The guards bowed their heads instantly. I didn’t turn to face him. I didn’t need to. His presence was already brushing my back, close enough that i could feel his breath on me.

Bronson’s manipulation was pushing her right to the edge, and she was trying to drag me down with her. As I approached the doors, a large, warm hand settled firmly against the small of my back. I didn't flinch. I knew the touch instantly. The rich scent of winter pine washed over me, cutting through the sweet perfumes of the pavilion. Cullen stepped up right beside me. He wore a sharp, tailored black suit, his silver-gray eyes scanning the crowd with lethal precision. He didn't look at Dreda, who was staring at us from across the room with pure, unadulterated hatred.

Ellena covered her mouth and bent over to retch. Edward suddenly stood up from the chair and walked over to support Ellena. He frowned and patted her back and said in a deep voice, "Let's go out first." Ellena was very uncomfortable and obediently followed Edward out. Edward hugged Ellena and opened the door. At the door, he saw Cyrus who had been standing there for who knew how long. Cyrus was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt inside. He looked gentle and refined. He had a gentle smile on his face.

I flinch before I can stop myself. Edward smiles like he enjoys that. “Stand there,” he says, pointing to a spot near the couch. “Don’t talk.” I move where he tells me. He opens the door. A man steps inside. Tall. Broad. Dressed in black. His posture is straight, alert. His eyes scan the room immediately, fast and sharp. They land on Edward first. Then they move to me. They don’t linger. They just register. “Edward,” the man says. He turns to me. “This is Ethan Cole.” Ethan nods once. “Ma’am.” That’s all he says.

They all involuntarily took a detour. After watching for a while, Julian took out his phone and quickly took two photos. Just as Julian was about to put his phone back into his bag, a dangerous aura spread from behind him. "Mr. Rosenberg, this person has just photographed you." With a roar, Edward released the coquettish woman in his arms. Edward suddenly stood up. His brows furrowed. His gaze was cold as he walked. Edward took a closer look at Julian and angrily said, "Delete the photo!"

All of it was just coming on me at the same time. Cullen was standing across the room. He was in front of his wardrobe. He was taking off his clothes. He changed into a pair of grey sweats. He kept it low on his waist and I was seeing the waist band of his designer boxers. And like usual, he was not wearing any shirt. God. Did he really have to do that every single time? When he turned around. He saw the way I was still standing there as if I was a lost puppy. His lips were a little bit curved.

"Come on, you're the dad. Your daughter is being proposed to, so it's a very important event. Don't you have anything to say to Cecily and Austin, or Austin's mom?" Edward shuddered. He nodded earnestly. "Yes, I should say something." As he spoke, he couldn't help but hunch his back a little. Edward's build had always been tall and big. At that moment, when he hunched his back, he looked a little awkward. Then, as the crowd watched in shock, Edward took a few steps forward and stood before Ezra, who had been silent all this while. He extended his hands and smiled.