Edward Cullen Wallpaper Novels & Stories

It was yet a brand new day in the home of the Parkers. And the day was just beginning to take shape. Edward paced about in the living room with his hands behind his back as he looked at the floor. The incident that unfolded between Charles and Jean the previous day coupled with all the bad things that had happened within a short period got him worried. Edward paused for a second and lifted his head. He feasted his eyes on the glowing interior of the living room. Fine fabrics covered the windows. Glowing artificial flowers shone in the vases they had been kept.

For a brief moment, Killian glanced at me because he might have sensed my discomfort but his gaze wavered the moment I looked up at him, and just then did the elevator doors open with a chime. Room 16 had two male bodyguards standing in front of it. When we walked in, a doctor and several nurses were standing next to the man laying huddled in his bed, looking quite sick with a nasal oxygen cannula fitted inside his nose. I immediately recognized him from one of the portraits Killian stored in his study room. Mr. Edward Crane. "What do I have to do to get these nurses to stop snitching." He croaked, sending a lopsided grin towards Killian but he didn't find it amusing.

Could Charlie really not notice his absence? She was still piecing her thoughts together when Rex had already replied to the message: Rex: What’s going on over there?! Moments later, a video came through. The footage was dark. Four or five people were walking up a narrow, slanted path. Among them, the tall man in a dark suit stood out immediately—it was Edward. Beside him was a woman in a red evening gown. There was light coming from below, seeping out through a door. A trash can sat by the entrance. It looked like the back door of a kitchen.

“Clear. Defined. Yours. Mine. Contractual.” “And now?” She shifted on her pillow. “Now it feels… thinner.” A pause. “I didn’t move it,” he said. “I know.” The honesty in that answer did something dangerous to her chest. *** The bedroom wall behind them — painted a muted grey — held framed artwork that Edward had chosen years ago. Abstract lines. Clean. Controlled. Amara had once thought it cold. Tonight, it felt like witness. She rolled onto her back. The ceiling stretched above them, pale in the faint streetlight.

These people expected me to act a certain way, and anything less would result in my being kicked out in the cold. The Madam led me down a long hallway lined with more unsettling portraits. Their shrewd eyes seemed to follow our every move, judging as if they knew why I was here. The wallpaper beneath caught my eye and I tried not to frown at the wilted roses, so decayed the red hues were now a deep shade of rust brown. “Who on earth would want that as their wallpaper?” Ziva commented, and I couldn’t help but agree.

I hate that I find it so fucking attractive. “Edward is watching cartoons in his room. He’s excited to meet you.” I give her another few seconds to look around. The house is historical and has been fully restored and professionally decorated. Buying and fixing up this place was a dream Rebecca and I shared back when we first started dating, and we saved for years to have enough to do things right. “Your house is beautiful,” she says, but almost sounds disappointed. “It’s haunted,” Edward quips, appearing at the top of the stairs. “The Tall Man comes into my room at night.”

A wide rectangular room with a Grey wallpaper that has cactus rose colored swirlings on it. My feet move forward without my command, taking in the decorations of the room. Don't know which is big between this room and the one back home. Wind blows the cream colored satin curtains that cover the open balcony. Whistling in the fresh smell of the vines and wet tress.... Vines?