The Bookworm Of Edwards Novels & Stories

And what if I’m not helping by keeping him around? The thought gutted me. I checked out every book I could find, crammed them into a bag, and headed home. But the hunger for answers didn’t stop. I wanted more. I needed more. I needed to know what could hurt him. What might be coming for him. What this “bond” meant. Who Edward was, the one Albert couldn't seem to stay away from. I started asking questions, quietly, carefully. A friend of mine, Thomas, worked at a rare bookstore on the edge of town. Old, creaky place that smelled like tobacco and dust. I asked him if he had anything on werewolf rituals or historical reports.

The book remained firmly in place, as if glued to the shelf. I pressed against it experimentally. To my surprise, a soft click sounded, and the entire bookshelf rotated smoothly on hidden hinges, revealing a hidden door set into the wall behind. My heart raced. A secret room? What could Edward possibly be hiding? My wolf stirred uneasily, sensing something important beyond that threshold. I stepped closer, reaching for the handle, my curiosity overriding my sense of propriety. Edward’s private matters were none of my business, but something about this hidden door pulled at me.

He suggests as he motions towards our surroundings. - "Is there anyone you can think of who could give us any insight about it?" I instigate. -"Yeah, but you wouldn't like to know who he is." -"He can't be worse than dead, can he?" -"If anyone were to know about two-spirit wolves inhabiting the same host, it would be Elder Theo. He is the only bookworm I can think of." Matt unveils. -"Never mind, he is worse than dead." Matt chuckles at my comment.

It was hard to assess them all, but Belphegor had brought Edward here, and the Elf was quickly assessing things out, writing down each new summon and registering them into several notes. Edward had suddenly been given the position of not only a Librarian, but he was going to keep registered every servant that lived in the grand castle of Chaos, this also included a lot of paperwork! But the Elf was willing to do it, he liked all of this kind of stuff, and after evolving, he had gained so much energy and stamina that he felt he could do this for days without needing sleep. "There is such a large amount of recruits… You're not eating any of them, my lord?" asked Edward.

He became kinder to the servants and all those around him. He smiled at Edwina who was surrounded by books on the floor of his library and picked her up. “Do you want me to read them to you?” he asked with a sparkle in his eyes. Edwina nodded fervently. She didn’t know at the time what this “reading” was but she knew she wanted to know all about the strange objects she had found. He moved her over to a reading chair by the fire and picked up the most colorful book she had stolen from the shelves. It was a book about local fairy tales. He began to read to her, his voice steady and deep.

Then quickly my heart deflated as we stepped into the first class of the day- and the Monday reality came crashing in. Edward ditched lunch, he had some "stuff" to take care of apparently. So I spent the hour hunched over a sketchbook with Gi. "Wait wait wait- you're telling me this is a candid portrait?" "Still life," I corrected, "but yeah." I smiled at the drawn planes of Edward reading The Mortal Instruments, City Of Bones by Cassandra Clare. He looked so confused, and I knew exactly what page he was on that confused him so much. He had probably read it four times before looking up to me and speaking.

She wore black queer pants with red boots and a red vest just enough to cover her bobs which were finding it difficult to breathe through the tight vest pushing their way up under her neck for some air. “I can't help it,” Edward replies honestly. His mind was beginning to run wild. He had not had heated confrontations with Carlson Cobwells but if he is the man rumored to be the beast, then he should be searching in Mexico for his woman. “What if he got in? I know Carl way too well. If he loves her like the claim then he is available in the country as we speak '' Theodora adds. She takes a seat on Edwards's desk spreading her legs and displaying the perfect invitation.

“Skipping breakfast again?” His voice, calm, smooth, faintly amused sliced through the quiet. I froze, fingers still resting on a page about mental barriers. I turned slowly. Edgar stood in the doorway, hands clasped behind his back, dressed in black embroidered velvet that caught the light like dark water. “I lost track of time,” I said lightly, closing the book before he could see what I was reading. His gaze flicked to the table, where several other books lay open all of them suspiciously ancient. “It seems you’ve been busy.”

" Okay, now its time for my reward" A thick book appeared on his hand, opening the book. The book has a brown cover page and an introduction to smithing. There are different pictures of a man holding a hammer inside. There are also blue prints of different weapons and apparatus. On the other corner of the page is the description and explanation on how to properly hit a metal. Checking out the content, everything was registered on the mind of Eduard. It was shocking that every time he read the content, he can't forget it. He can also feel that he can so what the book describe, right now.

he closed the book and dropped it on the stool next to him. The beam on her face remained as she strolled towards him, “My love, how was your stay at home?” “Great, I’ve been reading Edward’s journal. He calls it self-discovery.” He stretched his hand to her and as she took it, he pulled her onto his lap. She gasped and then giggled at the act. “I see you enjoying yourself,” she teased. He rolled his eyes. “It’s anything but enjoyment. Edward is an adventurer and as he ventures forth, he discovers things and puts them down.”