Envy X Edward Novels & Stories

My online boyfriend had been my sister's nemesis. He and my sister had been desk mates in high school, always competing for the top spot in their grade. He ranked first, while she ranked second. They could barely stand each other, yet they both ended up attending the same university in our city. Every time my sister came home for a break, she spent days complaining to me about him. This time, she came home with her suitcase and an unusually bright smile on her face. Mom teased her. "How come you did not mention your favorite nemesis this time? You seem to be in such a good mood. Do you have something going on?" My sister laughed and handed Mom a gold necklace. "Here. Your future son‑

he was deliberately teasing me deliberately playing with me I tried to get free of his hold but he held me tightly "I just wanted to see if you cared enough to be jealous " "Of course I cared enough you idiot I wanted to scratch her eyes out i-" I stopped oh god I need to work on my control "you look cute when you blush my love " He said poking at my cheeks "alpha elder Edward is here," Kyle said And Xander's features hardened "so what do you know about my mate?" Xander asked Elder Edward we were all sitting in Xander's study he me Ruth and Edward, elder Edward looked in his thirties but was actually in his sixties he had shrewd grey eyes that gave the impression that you can never hide anyt

"I didn't expect Edward to be that stingy. So, does that mean you've never received gifts or money on your birthday, anniversaries, or holidays?" Macie nodded, her expression blank. Xavier was rendered speechless. He couldn't believe that Edward, who was born with a silver spoon, was acting so miserly. He thought it was honestly embarrassing for the entire elite circle of wealthy generations. "And yet, he gives money to his mistress but won't give you a dime?" he continued. "His wife gets discarded like trash, and the mistress becomes his world?" Xavier was utterly speechless. Edward was such a lowlife that Xavier couldn't even find the words to insult him.

Then when he saw her stop and how Dwayne jogged to give her her bag, he was full blown sulking. *I am not jealous. I can't be jealous of some wife I married out of convenience. I can't be jealous of how someone else treats a woman who married for money. I don't care.* He told himself as he took his gaze off the both of the and sat on the couch. Edward after a few minutes of staring blankly at the black TV screen started to feel irritated again. First he was vexed, next he was jealous, then sulking and now he simply felt irritated.

I said, because competition was the only language Edward understood. "Oh? Well you must hate Henry more than I do," Edward smirked. "But I guess I can see what you mean. I'll bring Jennie to you now." "Now?" I said, because my life is apparently a reality show with terrible timing. Edward snapped his fingers and, like a bad plot twist, Jennie appeared a few seconds later walking calmly toward us. She had that infuriating, perfectly composed walk and red hair that belonged in shampoo ads. I adjusted my expression to neutral and met her eyes.

Without having second thoughts, Edward immediately answered with a smile on his face. "Is she pretty?" Joaquin immediately follows through with another question. "I guess," he said with uncertainty. Common tell me the juicy details," Joaquin started to become impatient and was too eager to know exactly what happened to his friend. Edward is not the same as Joaquin who loves to flirt with the ladies. He is timid and naive. In their years of friendship, Joaquin never saw Edward interested in women because he is more focused on his studies and family business. Edward is the youngest billionaire in San Lorenzo Province all because of his hard work and perseverance. This may be the first time tha

"Say something, Edward! Get them to stop! That crazy bitch is ruining our home!" Edward stiffened when he heard the words 'our home'. He started to look guilty. "How wonderful. You're dreaming about becoming a rich woman without even finding out the real owner of his house." Ivana's eyes widened as more of her things continued to be thrown out. She looked at me questioningly. "What do you mean? Are you jealous of me? Even your husband is—ahhh!" I slapped her hard. Ivana was silent for a few seconds before her breathing got increasingly heavy. Her eyes reddened, and she tried her best to drag Edward up.

You betrayed us," Edward screamed, his wrath boiling over. My life was hanging in the balance, and each passing second left me gasping for air. Edward's actions were a betrayal of his Alpha, Xavier, motivated by a vengeful desire to avenge the death of his fallen best friend, Levine Ronan, whom he thought I had killed—Levine, my true mate. "The guilty shall not evade punishment," he muttered, as though relishing the notion of tearing me apart and savoring the flavor of my flesh. But then a voice pierced through the chaotic environment and stopped Edward's wicked plans. "Enough," said Adam.

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?”

" My voice was barely above a whisper as I inquired. I'm unsure where the courage to ask him came from, but I'm glad I did. He stood up and pinned me to the wall, his body pressing against mine before I could react. "Yes, jealous," he said, his lips closed to mine. "I envy how Edward looks at you and talks to you." My eyes widened, and time seemed to stand still. I couldn't believe what I was about to hear. Dominic, my devil husband, envied Eward. When he leaned closer to me, and our lips almost met, I felt my breath catch in my throat and my heart post. "Dominic, please," I said, barely audible above a whisper. "What are you up to?"