Edward Cullen Wallpaper Novels & Stories

* Kallen’s room was huge… The walls were of a dusty burgundy and although it was littered with books scattered around, a few -what I assumed were- journals, and even a bathroom complete with everything, I got the feeling he didn’t spend most of his time here. The bed was in the center, cream colored sheets and pillows stacked high, two lamps on the endtables, and a huge mural of a willow tree at night above the bed completed the look. “I’ll get you a night shirt,” Kallen said heading towards a closet and I studied the painting.

She turned the knob and entered slowly. It was her first time on Eduardo's penthouse. The living room felt so warm and comfortable at the same time, with a huge brown couch, a flat-screen TV in front of it, a pool table in the corner, and a huge bookcase on one wall. The ornaments were simple and very masculine. The floor was covered with a beige carpet and the walls were partially made of glass. She knew Eduardo used this cover for convenience during weekdays. On weekends, he returned to his mansion on the outskirts of New York. - Edward? Camila yelled her name.

Something about the idea of vampires watching Disney movies made me chuckle as Edward settled back into the couch next to me and grabbed a blanket from the perfectly folded spot it was draped in over the back of the couch, for appearances most likely. Just as the movie began Alice and Jasper entered the room, Alice beaming and Jasper just barely acknowledging my existence. "Did you want to watch with us? It's only just begun." I smiled at Alice as she nodded and sat down next to me on the big couch. Slowly as the movie played the rest of the Cullen's wandered down out of the house from the various places they were stationed. I caught myself singing along a couple times and immediately became

Collins ordered, stepping closer. Susan let the bag fall to the ground with a heavy thud. “What's the meaning of this,” she said, her tone dripping with disdain. Justin motioned for Collins to check it. Collins knelt, unzipping the bag and rifling through its contents. His hands froze as he pulled out roll after roll of wallpaper, his face twisting in confusion. “It’s… wallpaper,” Collins muttered, glancing back at Justin. Justin’s jaw tightened. “You’re sure?” Collins yanked out another roll, unraveling it for good measure. “Yeah. She’s clean.”

She picked up the bouquet, pondering the irony that Cedric might never know his daily flowers were being given to the female staff at the company. - At X Corp. Cedric stood pensively facing a blank wall, his hands clasped behind him. Evander admired Cedric's composed silhouette from behind, puzzled as to why he was fixated on a blank wall. "Mr. Carlson? Is there something wrong with this wall?" "Don’t you think it's missing something?" "Decorations, perhaps?" "No." "Then, maybe a splash of color?" "That’s not it, either." Evander’s guesses fell flat, and he was at a loss. 'A wall not missing decorations or color... Could it be missing insulation? Is it letting in a draft that makes Mr. Carls

In the center of the room, there was a massive mahogany desk, which Cullen sat behind. The desk was adorned with expensive-looking knick-knacks, from crystal paperweights to gold-plated pens. Behind Cullen's desk was an enormous painting that dominated the room. It depicted an idyllic countryside scene, with rolling hills and a meandering river. I kept wondering how much it cost. The seating area was equally impressive, with comfortable leather chairs arranged around a glass coffee table. There were shelves filled with books lining the walls, and an impressive collection of liquor bottles and glasses on a sideboard.

he answered, looking away. "Ah I see, sorry," Evelyn said. "It's okay," Edward said dropping Renza right on the living room sofa. "Ahh... Damn it. This man is troublesome," Edward muttered sitting next to Renza, sighing heavily. Evelyn sat beside Edward, she was still looking around the house. The creepy feel is indeed suitable to call Edward's house, the black and white color dominates the house. With a strange wall hanging. "Edward, if I may ask. Where are your parents?" Evelyn asked again. She was curious about Edward and his life.

"Redo them. If I see another mistake, you’re gone." The woman paled. "Y-yes, sir." Edward leaned back, watching as she scrambled away. Pathetic. He thrived on fear. On order. On control. It was why he was untouchable. And why Abigail Elijahhad no idea what she had just walked into. Night fell by the time Edward arrived home. His penthouse was silent, the staff moving discreetly in the background. But something was different. Then he saw it. Suitcases. Lined up near the grand staircase.

CHAPTER NINE The Necropolis Mr. Cillian’s office was unbelievably posh and impossibly clean. Large, open drapes bordered the windows, and the immense oak desk looked as though it had not shed a single splinter. The walls were covered with finely-framed photos of Mr. Cillian shaking hands with famous thespians, grinning jovially at the camera. In the corner of the room, a gramophone blared a fluffy tune.

She turned around to touch the door and said in astonishment, “Why is it so heavy?” Edward smiled calmly and explained, “It’s bulletproof.” It seemed like it did more than just protect one from bullets. Vivian had a slight look of astonishment on her face, but she did not pursue the inquiry anymore. She made her way to him and sized up the decor in the room in a carefree manner. Her eyes lit up involuntarily when her gaze landed on the huge, looming bookshelf against the wall. She inched closer and raised her head ever so slightly to scrutinize it.