Envy X Ed Novels & Stories

I was tempted to feel pity for her but I suddenly remembered how bad-mannered she is and I remember why she deserves what she keeps subjecting herself to. “Sydney!” Xavier called out. I jumped up remembering the announcement I had hastily prepared during the whole scuffle. I entered his office and I can see his shirt unbuttoned while wiping a lipstick stain from his lips which I'm assuming is from Bianca. I couldn't help but stare at his chiseled chest, pumping rapidly and shiny from sweat. A full pack of six abs staring deliciously back at me. Without thinking, I licked my lips.

He was popular, handsome, smart, to crown it all he had the most attractive girl in college as his girlfriend. He was really blessed, and he thanked the heavens. They were talking and making out when the football team entered, and one particular person's gaze was on Austin and Angela. The football team had just won their own game, and they were cheering a particular person's name, their captain. Austin's eyes landed on him. He felt his dopamine levels drop, and the pleasure he was in a moment ago was replaced with anger. Him and the football captain never saw eye to eye. He didn't dislike him at first, but their back story was a complicated one. He was a little bit taller, more light skinned

One moment, his face was unreadable, and the next, every line of it had gone absolutely cold. His jaw tightened, and I forced myself to slow down. Ten feet. ‘He feels it. He has to feel it.’ I told myself over and over again as the distance slowly closed between us. He was taller up close, broader, with dark eyes that gave nothing away. His Bloodwyn crest was tattooed along the inside of his wrist, deep black ink on his bronze skin — the symbol of everything he was and everything I clearly wasn’t. I lifted my chin and spoke. "Do you feel it too?"

Too alive. I leaned down beside her ear while my men secured the exits. "You should stop fighting," I murmured. "Or what?" My hand tightened around her waist. "Or I'll start enjoying this too much." She froze for exactly one second. Only one. But I felt it. The tension. I know she also felt it, because she stopped fighting. The fear mixed with something dangerously close to curiosity. And that was when I realized revenge had already become something worse. Because standing in the middle of blood, death, and screaming guests, all I could think about was how perfect my enemy felt in my hands.

J U L I A N I stared at the woman in the waiter's uniform, trying to place her face. There was something familiar about her, the sharp green eyes, the way she held herself with perfect posture despite clearly being nervous. Then it clicked. Elara Vance. Charles Vance's granddaughter. Richard Vance's daughter. The enemy's precious princess, standing in front of me in a waiter's uniform, a failed attempt at disguising herself, asking for a business meeting. This should be interesting.

His eyes never turned away from Xander, the mate-bond between them so strong in that moment I could sense it, a bond of fire and light that held them together. The shape of the wolf melted away, bit by bit, painfully, and in another moment Edrian was crouching naked in the dirt, with blood on his lips, his chest heaving. Xander cuddled next to him with a clenched jaw and threw his cloak over the shoulders of the boy. Not me. Not his fiancée. Him. Always him. My stomach twisted with rage. My throat burned with bile. He looked at Edrian like he had never once looked at me.

she asked, her voice filled with anticipation. Eden didn't hesitate. "I'm free, Heather. I was thinking the same," he said, his voice firm. His quick acceptance seemed to catch Heather off guard, but she quickly masked her surprise with a smile. However, his words ignited a spark of anger within me. He had a meeting! How could he just brush it off for a coffee date? I felt a surge of frustration, a wave of jealousy washed over me. It was a bitter, gnawing feeling that twisted my insides. The sight of them together, so at ease with each other, was like a punch to the gut. I felt a surge of envy, a longing to be in Heather's place. I wanted to be the one walking beside Eden, the one making him

Jade scoffed. Elliot's expression hardened slightly. "Don't start" The room suddenly felt hot. Jade stepped closer without realising it. "You don't know what it feels like to spend your entire life trying to prove you deserve your own name" Elliot stared at him quietly. "And you don't know what it feels like to have people assume everything was handed to you" Elliot shot back. Silence. The atmosphere became heavy. Tense. Jade breathed hard, chest rising. Elliot's eyes dropped briefly to his lips.

He wishes to be friends with me or mocks me. "Edenfer!" Everett spoke up. "I'm sorry, but looking at her confused face, it looks so funny," he said while holding back a laugh. Both of them have different characters. Everett looked more serious, scary, and rarely smiled, but I saw him smile once. But Edenfer is a cheerful man and not afraid of his brother. I hope this guy named Edenfer is trustworthy. Xavier, who was standing speechless earlier, spoke. "Your Highness, we must go now," he said to Edenfer.

Please come back to the room xx I am fine. I will be back soon. I promise x I relax the second I read it. She is okay, but now that I know she is, every other emotion washes over. Anger, annoyance, and pain replace the fear. I thought we were past Serena hurting, even if she never does it on purpose, but here I am, feeling the same way I was only a month ago.