Twilight Edward Point Of View Novels & Stories

Edward nodded, “how about something to help me pass the night?” “Then would my Prince love to visit the humans tonight?” “Mm,” Edward contemplated. “I think chasing a little snack would be interesting. Alright, lead the…” he was saying when he felt a sharp pain in his chest and turned sharply to the window he had been gazing out from earlier. He could feel uneasiness creeping slowly into his being as he was suddenly afraid for no reason. Fear was something he hasn’t felt in millenniums and if he was suddenly feeling it now, it means that a certain she-wolf was in trouble.

“Oh… wow…” Below us, the entire city stretched out like a sea of glittering lights. From this height, it looked tiny and strangely peaceful. I could even make out the distant silhouette of Grayspring Academy, its shape unmistakable at the center of the little town of Grayspring thanks to my enhanced werewolf sight. “I used to come here sometimes when I needed to think,” Edwin said softly. “Back when I first met you.” He led me toward a wooden bench near the edge of the overlook, then shrugged off his suit jacket and gently wrapped it around my shoulders. “I found it by accident one night when I was driving around,” he explained.

His words were stuck in his throat when we heard an earthshaking roar, our heads snapped towards the direction it came from and man, I wish I didn't look. ★★★★★ Third person's point of view. Edward slowed down the car as they were approaching the school gates, he squinted his eyes when he saw a man holding Arabella's hand. He blinked a few times to confirm if his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. "Isn't that queen Arabella?" He whispered to himself, but unfortunately Wymond's super hearing caught his words. Wymond looked through the window and his expression changed drastically, his eyes narrowed at the view that befall him.

Whitney low-growled. "You're losing control." "I know," I panted. George's POV I moved through the living room, my brain breaking on visions of morning mornings. Wendy was slipping away from me, and I could do nothing to keep her in focus. I'd done it to her before. I knew I had. But the more I gazed at her, the more I was certain that I needed her again. The front door opened and Edward entered. His expression stoic, his eyes flicked up. "How's it going?"

Karungkong. “No sir. It’s just my eyes are a little bit itchy today,” I said trying to sound sweet so I could continue presenting my fucking fucky research. I worked so hard on it so I went to the forest last night just for it. He just frowned but didn’t speak and let me speak. “The character of Edward Cullen, from the famous novel, twilight. He is a vampire who has moral and his bite is an erotic experience.” I pursed my lips. The image of oozing hot Edward Cullen make me wet. I swallowed hard then continue.

Maybe he had another angle. The moment the thought planted itself in my head the way I saw Edward shifted. He wasn’t just the General’s kid, the rich boy wonder witch. He was an actor, a manipulator. I’d continue to work with him like my father wanted, but I’d also make sure that whatever he wanted from me, he never fucking got. “You’re trying to contact him now, at one in the morning?” Edward watched me gather the ingredients warily, his sandy hair still mussed from sleep. “This can’t wait until after a few hours of sleep?” His frown deepened, “You’re bleeding.”

I smiled, grabbed her hand, and placed a kiss on it. “Why would I need to? I have you to defend me, don’t I?” Jasmine froze for a moment, staring at me blankly. After a while, just as I began to think I had ruined everything with my reckless confession, a feather-light kiss brushed my cheek. Jasmine turned away and spoke in a soft voice, “Then I guess I’ll just have to keep an eye on you from now on.” The sunlight bathed her in a golden glow, etching her into my memory as the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.

As her skin touched his, Edward's heart skipped a beat. He felt as if a surge of energy had passed through him, rendering him unable to catch his breath. He faced her, his gaze fixed on her eyes. They momentarily locked eyes, feeling the tension noticeably present. After that, Edward turned silently and opened the door, exposing a room covered in darkness. Vanessa trailed behind him, her vision gradually adapting to the faint illumination. The small room had walls covered in old books and a lone window with a view of the gardens. Edward positioned himself with his back facing her while moving towards the window.

I asked, my voice barely there. “Somewhere safe,” he answered. And then, as if it was obvious, “Before he gets back up and does something we all regret.” I glanced at Edward. He was struggling to sit up, spitting blood onto the floor. But his eyes… They were still wild. Still dangerous. I grabbed my purse without thinking. My phone. Keys. And then I followed Noah out the door. Leaving Edward behind. For now. ~EDWARD’S POV~ Pain. That was the first thing I felt when I woke up. The second was rage. I groaned, blinking against the dim glow of the streetlight spilling through the window.

EDINA POV It’s hard to tell when it’s day or night in the Twilight Court—always hovering somewhere in between, caught in that breathless moment before the sun tips too far or the stars take full command. But when the air cools just enough to sink into your bones and the wind whispers like it’s trying not to wake something—that’s how you know it’s evening. I shift in the satin sheets, stretching slowly. A weight anchors me. Rhaenan’s arm draped across my waist.