Twilight Edward Room Novels & Stories

Believing that it might be a group of wild animals, she hurried to his back, getting overly cautious of the surroundings. Not long after they entered the secret path, Sarah finally spotted the front door of the cabin illuminated by a single bulb. It was small and had no windows. The overall structure had shown the years it spent stagnant on its location. A small oak tree shed its roof and a profused evergreen cornered both sides. "Awesome, right?" Sarah nodded, a rush of relief streamed through her now that they have reached their destination and they could, at last, start their ventures. Charlie guided her to the wooden door, the floor creaking. He clicked something on the wall and the ligh

I quietly knocked twice on the door before opening it and slipping inside. I had only been in this room once, very briefly, when Ella gave me her tour. While Ella’s and my rooms were both light and airy, Edrick’s room was more dimly lit. He seemed to like keeping the curtains shut, and there weren’t any decorations inside. The furniture had a minimal feel to it, and everything was a dark color. It made the large room feel empty and desolate, especially with its high ceilings. As I walked over to Edrick with the signed copy of the supplemental agreement in my hand and gave it to him, I pulled my cardigan closer around my body and shivered. I wasn’t sure how I was going to sleep well in here.

I whispered. “Yes,” she replied. “That’s why we’re here.” She pushed open a door. The room beyond was dark. She closed the door behind us and crossed the space to pull back the curtains. Light flooded in. I sucked in a breath. It was a bedroom. Large. Cold. Untouched. “Edgar’s old room,” Celia said quietly. “He stopped using it years ago.” “Why?” I asked. Her voice softened. “This is where his child died.”

More exclusive. The carpet was thicker, the lighting was softer. The private suites resembled hotel accommodations more than hospital rooms. And Marilyn's confusion only deepened. What exactly was happening? The nurse eventually stopped outside a large door. Then she opened it. The moment Marilyn stepped inside, she nearly gasped. The room was beautiful. Large windows overlooked the city skyline. Fresh flowers filled the suite. The furniture looked expensive, and sitting comfortably in the center of it all was Elizabeth Oxford. The moment Elizabeth saw her daughter, her face lit up. Relief instantly washed through Marilyn.

She helped me sit and lean on the headboard. "Don't move too much yet, I need to fix these things I used to wipe you first and I'll get back to you right away. Do you need something?" I just shook my head so she left. I studied the room I was in and it was familiar to me, I was just shaken when I realized I was inside the Montromey palace but in another room that had a bit of a resemblance to the first room, I had slept in before. My attention turned to the door when I saw the king and queen enter with their son.

"My parents and my sister, Lyla." He turned back to her after nodding and taking another look at the picture. "So, the room?" Hyper aware of his presence behind her, Grace guided him down the corridor. She said, "It's not very large," and opened the second bedroom door. "But it gets good light in the morning." Max entered and looked around the deserted room. With the exception of the dust bunnies beneath the bed and an enigmatic stain on the carpet that Grace had spent hours cleaning, Megan had taken everything.

Charlotte tilted her chin higher in a smug manner. I turned to the counter, took a steadying breath, then faced them both again. “I need to talk to Edward.” I went around the both of them as I walked into the cold halls. Edward. I needed Edward. Now. *** Edward’s POV We had taken the meeting from my room to the boardroom. The boardroom was definitely a few degrees colder. Then again, maybe it was just me. The air in the room seemed stagnant as if all the breath had been sucked from it. My God, that hum from the overhead light was fucking maddening… every couple of seconds drilling into my already shaky nerves like an electric shock.

… Soon, the dorm room's group chat began buzzing. I clicked in to read the messages. There was a photo of Theo leaning against my sports car, which Miranda scratched up. He was dressed in a black hoodie, dark blue jeans, and white sneakers. He looked incredibly handsome yet languid. Miranda was beside herself with excitement. "Do you think he's my hot boyfriend? He didn't even demand compensation after I scratched up his car. It has to be him! Who knew my Prince Charming was so close all along? He's so sweet that he must be reluctant to make me pay compensation. He wants to help me save up. What should I do? Gosh, my heart is racing."

Clara Bellamy knew very little about herself, especially when it came to love-not until she met Reese Moreau face-to-face. . . . Join Clara Bellamy as she tries to find her way through Saint Aurelia's University, where the strange traditions makes settling in nearly impossible. But Clara has a habit of finding things she's not supposed to. And lately, it seems Saint Aurelia's has been finding her too. Between a roommate who never knows when to shut up, a university full of secrets, and a girl she can't seem to stay away from, Clara is about to discover that some things are better left buried. Welcome to Saint Aurelia's.

I didn’t know whether to scream or… something else. Later that evening, I tried to study in the common room instead of the library. My notes were spread out, but I kept rereading the same paragraph. My mind kept drifting to green eyes and a cocky smirk. The door to the common room opened. Wesley walked in, basketball bag over his shoulder, hair still damp from a shower. He scanned the room until his eyes locked on mine. He smiled that dangerous smile and started walking straight toward my table. “Oh no,” I muttered under my breath. This was not going to end well.