Inside Edition Tonight Novels & Stories

I tossed and turned in bed, cursing myself for being so weak. How could I have fallen for his seduction and agreed to it just like that? After all, this was THE cocky prick! I was curled up in bed when my phone chimed. It was a text from Z. "I forgot to say that you looked beautiful today, babe." I blushed and couldn't help but smile and reply, "What do you mean? When am I not beautiful? Did you only just notice?" Z answered, "My bad—my eyes aren't working. I'll make an appointment to have them checked as soon as we get back."

"Irene, Edric is recording a program on the TV station now." "At this hour?" Irene took a look at the time in surprise. It was now Ten o'clock in the night. "Is there something wrong with Edric?" she wondered. "Yeah, I just heard from my colleagues in the TV station. What do you think he is going to do?" Kinsey chirped. "How would I know?" Irene replied.

I trailed close as we moved into the living room, watching Edward switch on the television. My heart skipped painfully as I stepped closer, my hands gripping the top of the couch to keep myself steady. The headline scrolled across the bottom of the screen: GOVERNMENT PLANNED TO SHUT DOWN JACE PERFUME Edward grabbed the remote and increased the volume quickly. I clutched the couch tighter, my legs wobbling, as the newscaster’s voice filled the room.

It's been a long day for me and basically everyone in the Mansion. Tomorrow is Edde's birthday and the house has been busy. The event planner and her workers were all over the place and I couldn't get my Private time. I walked out of the bathroom after a warm Shower as I saw Edde standing with his eyes peering on his phone, he has been busy all day watching the event planners and he couldn't find time to change into something more comfortable he was still on his night wear and he was obviously occupied with something else on his phone.

Bruce’s Mansion – Night The villa glowed like a palace. Chandeliers shimmered, luxury cars lined up, cameras flashing. Inside, elites filled the hall. A massive LED screen read: “JAXON – SINGLE RELEASE NIGHT.” Whispers rippled. “He’s really back.” “Tonight will be messy.” “Is Leonard coming?” Doors opened. Kai entered first, dressed sharp, chin high. Cameras swarmed. "Kai! Thoughts on Jaxon’s release?" "Are you competing?"

A silent check. Are you okay? I gave the smallest nod. I am. Then everything went back to normal. Edward looked up. “You look better.” “Yes,” I said softly, sitting down. “Your face has healed.” “Yes. He nodded and returned to his newspaper. Like the bruises were just a minor inconvenience. Like they meant nothing. Lewis glanced at me briefly, observing carefully. Always observing. Always watching. “You have a charity event tonight,” Edward said. I blinked. “A charity event?” “Yes.” He folded the newspaper neatly. “You will attend with me.” My stomach tightened slightly.

“When is this attack?” Irene looked up at him, “tonight.” “Shit.” “Edward,” Irene grabbed his hand, “I saw something else.” “What is it?” “You,” she said, “I saw you hurt.” “That is not possible Irene, I heal faster than any being in this world.” “True but none of the night howlers can challenge the Nebuzars, you took them all and they are strong, they are very strong Edward.” “No matter how strong…” he was saying and he paused, he could feel his breathing increasing as an added fear joined with his own. “When is the fight happening tonight?”

Her own phone buzzed in her hand. Priya: BELLA. Are you near a TV right now. Because Northridge Confidential just posted a countdown on their main page and it says “SPECIAL EPISODE TONIGHT THE TRUTH ABOUT LUCA DE SANTIS” and I need you to explain to me RIGHT NOW what is happening.

After picking up my black sandals from the shoe rack and slipping them on, I grabbed my handbag and left the room. Downstairs, I found Mom watching the news on our small television while Marie was working on her homework. “Good day, world. You are tuned to America Express Television Network. I’m your host, Camila Lopez, and beside me is…” The newscaster’s voice trailed off as her co-anchor continued, “Michael Collins. Here are today’s top headlines…” I sat beside Mom, who was completely absorbed in the news. I don’t understand why she finds it so captivating. To me, the news is boring. But I guess it’s the kind of thing middle-aged people enjoy.

Jess’s POV. The day went by in the blink of an eye as the servants prepared the dinner for the night. It was 6 p.m. now, and Dione was to be here by 7. I stood in front of my closet, unable to pick out a good outfit for the night.