Robert Pattinson As Cedric Novels & Stories

The security team formed a protective cordon around him, shielding him from the eager paparazzi, enthusiastic admirers, or potential threats that lurked around. As he approached the elevator banks, Cedric thought he'd lost his mind when his gaze suddenly locked onto a familiar figure at the reception desk—Juniper, and holding onto her hand was their son, Hector. He halted in midstride, his eyes blinking in confusion. Was he seeing things again or was she truly standing there? His confusion was resolved instantly the moment Marcel voiced his thoughts, "Isn't that Lady Juniper and Prince Hector? What brings them to Paris?" "I have no idea," Cedric replied in a tone so dull and leveled. But for

Brett stood in the middle, fingers hovering over a detonator switch, smiling like a man who had already won. “Last chance,” Brett said. “The money, and I disarm the bombs.” Cedric pulled out the small drive. “It’s here. Take it.” Brett reached for it with a greedy hand. Cedric rammed the drive straight into Brett’s eye socket with every ounce of rage he had left. Brett screamed, high and animal, dropping the detonator. Cedric grabbed it, then kicked Brett hard in the chest, sending him crashing to the floor. “You wanted to know what I’d become,” Cedric said, voice shaking but steady. “This is it.”

Whether he would find redemption or succumb to his forbidden desires remained uncertain, but one thing was clear—Cedric's path was fraught with complexity and emotional turmoil. One moonlit night, as Cedric roamed the sprawling corridors of the mansion, lost in his own thoughts, he found himself inexplicably walking towards Virginia's closed door room. It was as if his feet had a will of their own, leading him to seek comfort in her presence. The weight of his hidden desires and inner turmoil had grown heavier with each passing day, and he longed for someone to confide in. As Cedric walked down the dimly lit hallway, lost in his own thoughts, he found himself unexpectedly encountering Michel

Besides, the child in this man's arms was probably her son! Elizabeth answered calmly, "He is Lucas." Cedric was stunned. He suddenly felt relatively more handsome. It was as if there was more hope for him to win her over! Cedric was full of confidence as he adjusted his bow tie. He was gloating in his heart. He pretended to be concerned and asked, "What happened to Mr. Garcia's face? Is there a chance of it healing in the future?" It would be better if Lucas' face remained disfigured forever.

#Locator spells# #Los Angeles# #Supernaturals# You have embarked on a suicide mission and if you don't show yourself, I will rip you into shred. ♥Elena's POV♥ Cedric is not just some ancient original vampire who is the king of Los Angeles, he has a reputation of being wild, vicious, and most times irrational.

Seeing how certain Cedric looked, Paddy hesitated before asking, “Sir… do you already have someone in mind?” Cedric nodded. “I do.” But he didn’t name the person. Paddy knew when not to push. He simply took the sheet Cedric had written on and hurried out. Two days later, Paddy was back. “Sir, I actually found something,” he said, barely able to contain his excitement. Cedric set aside the work in his hands. “Go on.” “Before Caleb died, he met Gabriella in his apartment, right? Well, I dug deeper. Turns out he had arranged a meeting with a few people that night, and one of them even called him.” Paddy flipped open his notebook, scanning his notes.

“Okay. I’ll try.” “I’ll do my best to support you--” he folds his hand around my wrist --“I know things aren’t easy for you either…I know what you have to do. The destiny that awaits--” “What’s going on here?” Edric asks from the door, startling both of us. Cedric jerks, and for a moment his hand tightens around my wrist. How is it that neither of us noticed his approach? Not even Cedric with his super senses. “Nothing. We’re just talking,” I say, giving my mate my best smile, but he can see straight through me.

I stepped away from him. “But I can’t kill you because I want you as my Luna when I claim the Alpha’s throne. You’re such a clever girl. Had it been a real officer instead of me, what you said would have made him back off immediately,” he said. “Beauty with a brain is such a sensual combination.” I frowned, peering at him. Cedric studied in the assassination department at Helxton. I expected to run into him on campus someday, but today was the worst possible day for it to happen.

"Cedric, you don't look too good. Are you feeling unwell—" However, he grabbed her neck before her hand could caress Cedric's cheek. Even though he had just been discharged from the hospital and was still weak, his strength and wrath were still formidable beyond her imagination. "Cedric?" The sudden sensation of suffocation turned her face pale, and Vivienne looked at his cold face in astonishment. "Do you really think I can't see through the entire incident?" Cedric's chilling voice echoed, and his eyes filled with killing intent. Cedric had long understood who was behind Tristan's kidnapping. He had not confronted her partly because she was Tristan's biological mother and partly because he

I slowly pulled my arm back, only then realizing his hand was still resting far too close against my waist. “Sorry… I wasn’t paying attention,” I said reflexively. “But… who are you?” “You don’t need to apologize.” A slight crease formed between his brows—not out of annoyance, but more like he was noticing something about me that I didn’t realize myself. “You look really pale.” I instinctively lowered my gaze. Then he extended his hand toward me, slowly and carefully, as though giving me enough time to refuse. “I’m Cedric,” he said softly. “Edward’s younger brother.”