Envy X Edward Novels & Stories

Seeing it was me, Edward snapped, "Vanessa, don't you know how to knock?" "I didn't know I had to knock to enter my own bedroom. Maybe I should ask my etiquette tutor. It seems like I'm getting a bit rusty." Hearing this, Edward laughed. "Are you jealous because of this?" "You're not worth my jealousy," I said calmly. "Edward, we're breaking up. Take your woman with you and get out of my house." A cold glint flashed in his eyes. The woman beside him snuggled into his arms and shot me a smug look. "Edward, she's so fierce. I'm scared."

Whitney roared into the phone, “You asshole, why are you still putting on an act? If it wasn't because of you, Ted and Yvette wouldn’t have offended Mr. Collins!” “Mom, let me speak to that son of a bitch.” Ted snatched the phone over and said through gritted teeth, “Edward, you bastard, I'll never forgive you! Watch out! “I'll beat you up every time I see you, you bastard!” After he said that, he hung up the phone. Edward held the phone in confusion, no words leaving his mouth. What happened? Why were Whitney and her family treating him like he was the enemy? Riley noticed something was wrong with him, so she asked, “Edward, did they fail the interview?”

Mark said, though inside he was afraid. “Yes,” Edward said. “If I had another chance, I’d want the mate bond back.” Mark’s fingers trembled. The truth he feared was right in front of him. “Stop, Eddy.” How could Edward want an Omega, someone, him, Mark had humiliated many times? Someone he made life miserable for at university? “She’s an Omega,” Mark reminded him. “And you’re an elite. It just doesn’t fit.” “But she has the qualities of an elite. It should have worked. I would have handled it better,” Edward said quietly, his voice full of sadness.

He didn't know how or when, but he needed to get ready and surround himself with those he could trust. He moved to the table where a bottle of wine sat and he picked it up and brought it to his lips, taking a long gulp of it before setting it down on the table. “Edward, you bastard!” he cussed and sat down at the table beside him. “I am not a bastard brother. I am a legitimate heir to the throne,” Edward replied, and Xavier spun around to see Edward standing beside the window on his left side. A smile came to his face and didn’t leave. The sight of Edward had lightened his mood at a high rate.

The man immediately stood up and shouted then looked at Precious with a sharp look. " What are you doing?!" said the man was very angry and the man was Edward "I should have asked what are you doing here with another girl ?! You jerk, how could you do all this behind Alice ?! ” said Precious with explosive anger "Look who is talking, want to act like a good friend now?" said Edward with an annoying look and provoked Precious's emotions Then Edward approached Precious, whispering, "Don't pretend to be nice, you used to love it when we spent an intimate night together. You also enjoy and I'm sure you miss me too right? "

"Dangerous for who? For the pack or for the rogue? Since when did we care about rogues? Don’t tell me this rogue is making you soft?" Edward wasn’t answering or even moving. "Enrico, your son is a big disappointment." I looked at the man he called Enrico and noticed his jaw tightened. I couldn’t fathom his emotions, so I had no idea if he was disappointed with Edward too or pissed off with his Alpha. And then my eyes shifted back to Edward, who was standing beside me. Sweat formed on his forehead and his hands were still balled into fists. And I felt guilty. He was fighting off his own Alpha.

Xavia's hand touched his raised lower body, immediately shyly retreated, glaring at him angrily, her small face flushed with anger, beautiful. Edward enjoyed looking at the shy little girl with great pleasure, a feeling of satisfaction in his heart that no words could describe, even though he was familiar with her body, but each time she could take on a different expression of joy. together. The enthusiasm in her body seems never to let go? "Xavia, tell me, what medicine did you put on me?" Edward hugged her slim waist, rested his chin on her shoulder, greedily smelling the scent of her hair. "What medicine?" Xavia was asked an inexplicable question by him, and turned to look at him suspicio

Edward finally looked at him and asked, “Oh, you did, huh?” His gaze was as sharp as a knife. “Samantha wanted to get revenge on me,” said Darren. Hearing that, Edward's face turned grim. He was infuriated. He sat on the sofa and said, “Mr. Venzor, you seem pretty popular with the ladies.” “Mr. Wilson, I have done so many horrible things in the past. But from now on…”

“I … I vomited on him the first time he tried. I blamed it on my pregnancy, but it was God’s truth the idea of him bedding me made me ill. Afterward he seemed afraid I’d repeat the insult so he stayed away from me.” Edward’s relief was so great that it made him light-headed. He gathered her in his arms and held on, just absorbing the feel of her in his grasp after so many weeks. And then he chuckled, the image of her retching all over Cameron amusing him to no end. She looked up at him, her eyes shining so brightly that he lost himself in the deep pools. The light dimmed for a moment and she frowned. “Edward, what about the dowry? Is it lost to us forever?”

The man’s lips curled into a bitter sneer, his eyes narrowing like he was savoring my shock, “Not just in love. Edward was obsessed with her. Katherine and Edward grew up together. They were childhood friends, he would follow her everywhere, practically live at her family’s estate. He worshipped the ground she walked on, clung to her shadow. Even as children, everyone saw how unnaturally fixated he was. It wasn’t a crush, it was possession.” My stomach twisted, bile rising in my throat. The man leaned forward, his chains rattling as he moved, “But Katherine… Katherine never looked at him that way. She was kind to him, yes, but she never encouraged anything. To her, Edward was just a childhoo