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.

But, the moment he entered the door, Heart was sitting on his chair to stare on the wallpaper but then the door was opened by Cullen. Heart then looked at it and smiled. She waved her hand as she saw Cullen entering the office. Cullen was about to smile and waved back his hand but he realized where Heart was. Cullen’s mood shifted to super mad and his facial expression changed to angry face. ‘Why is she sitting there?! And is she looking at my wallpaper and other stuff?!’ Cullen thought. He was feeling so angry and he does not want anyone to touch his stuff.

Moonlight notched through the tiny panes of the first landing window, adding its blue-white frosting to the peachy glow of wall lamps. There was deep-pile carpet underfoot, William Morris wallpaper on either side, lithographs of Edwardian subjects — sentimental, sensual — of an era when nudity was permissible as long as the subject was artistic and classical. An arched cedarwood door, and Karen stepped over the threshold of Armina’s lair.

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

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

There was a short bookcase along a wall under three large odd paintings. Edward’s desk was along the far wall. He also had a corner view with floor to ceiling windows as two of the walls in his office. There were two modern white leather chairs in front of his desk. They looked like the ones in the waiting room but more like an upgraded version. Edward’s desk was sleek and black with a glass top. His chair was white leather with black outlines. He had very little clutter on his desk, just a computer monitor and an iPad.

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.