Twilight Edward Room Novels & Stories

"Eloise, Dexter, let's go upstairs. You need to clean up." "Okay, mummy." I held their hands as we climbed up the stairs to the room Eduardo had set up for them. "Whoa!!" The twins gasped as we stepped into the room. Even I couldn't hide how impressed I was. The room was decorated in pink and blue.

Five years had passed but everything was the same, as I just saw this place yesterday. Edward came beside me, "Everything is the same, the way you left it." My heart convulsed with a friction of warmth as I slowly leaned on my husband, "I am sure it is. I want to see our room and Della's room." My heart was beating furiously in excitement. With a nod, Edward held my hand and took me upstairs. Della's room was right next to ours. I am sure, Edward did not take a risk about that. I entered the room. If I remember clearly then this room was just a regular bedroom. Now, it's not a regular room anymore but our daughter's private place.

"Ah, the illustrious Cathy! Welcome, my dear. I've heard so much about you." Cathy, never one for subtlety, launched herself out of the car and into a surprised Edward's arms. "Eddie! Mind if I call you Eddie? This place is totes amazeballs! Do you have, like, a secret room behind a bookcase? Ooh, or a tower where you keep your evil twin?" Edward, to his credit, took it all in stride. "I'm afraid my evil twin is vacationing in the Bahamas at the moment. But I'd be happy to show you the wine cellar. It's quite... mysterious."

' doctor Hanson tried to spark him with a hope as he gave a warm supporting tap on Edward's shoulder. He leaned his back on the couch and one of his hands was staggering down over when the other one was rested on his forehead. He saw Curtis approaching and from his smelled mouth, Edward claimed he was tipsy. He snuffed loud and he heard some giggling voices of females from the porch. "I need a room in the guest house, Edward!" He sniffed and trembled in his walking steps. Edward sighed and glimpsed hard at him. "Some rooms are unlocked, you can choose one you want to occupy."

Tara didn’t care for this kind of loud, messy atmosphere. After asking for directions at the front desk, she passed through a soundproof door and entered a quieter hallway. The corridor was lined with upscale private rooms, their thick doors sealing off the noise, leaving the space eerily silent. She found room 88 and pressed the doorbell. The thick soundproof door opened, and an explosion of pounding dance music blasted out. The light outside was bright, but the room inside was dim, making it hard to see clearly. Tara stepped inside cautiously.

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’m not going out there! Are you crazy? There are vampires all over this building. You don’t know where they are.” “We have monitors, I can see the hallways from that screen,” Ted said pointing to the television screen mounted on the wall. “What good is that going to do you once you leave this room?” “It can’t be more than a few hundred feet to the nearest door,” Ted said. “Steve replied, “It’s more like few hundred yards, and the front door is locked with second set of doors to boot. This isn’t a daycare, it’s a fucking prison for vampires.” “Give me your key,” Ted said.

Just final. I hesitated for half a second before nodding. “Okay.” He turned without waiting, striding down the corridor toward the private wing. I followed, my steps quickening to keep up with his longer stride. The red emergency lights pulsed softly, the rhythmic glow making the walls seem closer, the ceiling lower. We stopped in front of a door I’d only seen once before. Ace pressed his palm to the biometric panel. The door unlocked with a quiet hiss. Inside, the room was small.

I slid backward across the tiles, then another sound came, a child laughing happily and softly coming from inside my wardrobe. “No…” I whispered. I covered my ears with both hands. The laughter continued, then it changed to tiny nails scraping from inside my wardrobe. I stumbled to my feet and ran on towards the bedroom doorway without thinking. Then I stopped suddenly. A shape stood there tall and standing still blocking the doorway, I could only see the shape of a man with broad shoulders, a head, and a suit. For one bright second the room turned white. Adrian Vale stood there, and blood still ran from the cut near his forehead, his grey eyes still looking straight at me.

"I told her to step out." "Why?" He loosened his tie and headed for the liquor cabinet. "She was just helping out." I said, keeping my voice steady, "Matthew, do you remember what this secret room means to us?" He stopped for a second, then poured himself some whiskey like it was no big deal. "Sure, I remember. But this is work, Elena. Don't blow it out of proportion. Matthew continued after taking a sip, "She's good with wine. And she's my assistant. It's normal for her to take care of this stuff."