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Karungkong. “No sir. It’s just my eyes are a little bit itchy today,” I said trying to sound sweet so I could continue presenting my fucking fucky research. I worked so hard on it so I went to the forest last night just for it. He just frowned but didn’t speak and let me speak. “The character of Edward Cullen, from the famous novel, twilight. He is a vampire who has moral and his bite is an erotic experience.” I pursed my lips. The image of oozing hot Edward Cullen make me wet. I swallowed hard then continue.

You'll like it for sure. https://youtu.be/ROsx62TtFTE If you can't copy the link, type "for his sake//Wattpad trailer" by Lauren C. You'll definitely find it. It's of 00.54 min sec only. You're most welcome to watch the rest two trailers too. ___ Do you have any of these following reader's thoughts? • I actually love Edward. I mean he is honest and everything and atleast he is not like those men who pretend to love someone to have them! If he doesn't love Emily, he doesn't lie about it!?

Dear Calla and Ethan, Now that you have found all the letters, it's time to know how to save Sophie. As you both know that the solar eclipse is near. You have to go to the darkest part of the forest. Near the lake of blood, you will find a circle of the seven pine trees. Take that mirror I had gifted to Lilly. You have to place the mirror right in the middle of the circle. The mirror should face the sun. Then you have to write "aftah" on the mirror with Calla's blood. You'll get a door to the Riders world. You have to do that as the sun will start to get eclipsed. And you have to come out before the sun is fully eclipsed. If you stayed there until the sun was fully eclipsed then you would b

As they burst through the door into the burning night, Edward stood coldly across from them, gun aimed directly at Aurora’s heart. “Edward please!” Aurora begged desperately, heart pounding fiercely. His smile twisted cruelly, finger tightening slowly on the trigger. “This ends now.” A gunshot echoed sharply but it wasn’t Edward’s. Aurora gasped in shock as Edward stumbled forward, collapsing suddenly, eyes wide with disbelief. Behind him stood Ryan, gun in hand, expression dark and determined. “It’s over, Edward,” Ryan said coldly. “Forever.” Edward fell to the ground, defeated finally, his reign of terror shattered completely.

Just before sleep finally claimed her, Rowan pressed a kiss against her forehead. Then another into her hair. Protective. Tender. Certain. And this time Emma didn’t fight sleep. ⸻ At the Laurent estate, sleep seemed equally impossible. Edward Laurent sat alone in his study. The gala was over. The guests had gone home. The celebration had ended. Yet none of it mattered. Edward leaned back in his chair. For several minutes he simply sat there. Motionless. Then slowly, he opened the bottom drawer of his desk. Inside lay a single photograph.

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.

If he awoke from dreams that involved hitting his father until Edward apologized, he would just tell himself they were dreams and they didn’t matter. Edward didn’t touch the glass of water. “I found something for you. It’s in my bedroom,” he said, just glancing at Trent. Trent waited for an explanation, but when none was offered, he shrugged and went to Edward’s bedroom. It was just as trashed as the living room, with ashtrays overflowing with butts, and it smelled like stale smoke and sweat. Trent had no idea where this supposed item could be, but when his gaze landed on an old photo album, his heart stilled.

Welcome to Elmwood, Maine Over 400 Years Later, America Racing across the pitch-black streets was Nathaniel Bristow. The moonlight was her friend, and speed was her ally. She would have appeared as a blur of red and white to the human eye, but she persisted in staying in the shadows. The slumbering beach town was gradually settling in for late-night supper and prime-time television. This was one of the factors that led Nate to settle in Elmwood, Maine. The area was secure, serene, and quiet. Or so it was believed. Vampires were unchecked in Elmwood. Three of them, at least, did.

He says as he pulls a package out of his bag and hands it to me. "Oh, what is it?" I remove the cloth that covers the package, it is a very old book with a blood red cover and despite the years is still in good condition. I caress the cover of the book, on it we can read the pack of the twilight. "This is a very old book, the family tree of our pack. " I opened the book, my fingers shaking. I had been wanting to know everything about this community that piques my curiosity for so long, I couldn't believe it.

“I’d think you’d be begging for more.” When he threw his head back while laughing at his own sick humor, Edwin seized the moment and twisted from beneath him. Before the vampire could grasp what was happening, he grabbed his head with both hands and pulled with all his might. A loud popping sound pummeled his eardrums as the vampire’s body fell limp to the ground. Not wanting to take a chance on the vampire coming back to life, and remembering a scene from the Twilight saga, he tossed a lit match on the headless body. It immediately burst into flames.