Twilight Edward Room Novels & Stories

Immediately, I noticed the glass chandelier I tripped over. I rolled my eyes playfully. "'My favorite room, huh? Ha-ha." "What? I thought you liked this room," he teased, opening the blinds. As soon as he did, the room lit up with the sun’s natural light. Darick walked to a nearby table and picked up a picture frame. "This is Edward,” he said, handing me a picture of a tall, slender man with long black hair and golden eyes that you would see in a wolf. "He looks angelic," I said, staring at the picture in awe. He really did—almost otherworldly, in a sense.

Or perhaps it was simply the shock of seeing someone return from the dead. Still, Anthonio forced himself to feel relief. If his boss was happy, that was enough. Edward and Lucy finish eating as they both headed inside the room. The servants cleared the table as Edward stood, offering Lucy his hand. She accepted it gracefully. Together they walked down the long hallway toward the master bedroom, their footsteps echoing softly. Edward sigh sitting on the edge of the bed," I'm so glad that you're alive. The master bedroom was spacious and modern, decorated in neutral tones. A king-sized bed sat in the center, dressed in white Egyptian cotton sheets. Edward sat at the edge, running a hand throu

How many nights did I sit at that window, staring out, wishing for something better than what I had. I unlock the front door and Dom and I go inside and I shut the door. I take a deep breath, smelling the cleaners that the company used. The clean smell mixed with how the house always smelled, like fear. Instead of going straight to the boxes, I head to the living room to find Pa's recliner chair and all the rest of the furniture still there. I wander to the kitchen to find everything still there too. I head to the stairway and head to Frankie and Will's bedroom and all of their personal items must be in the boxes but the furniture is still present. I climb the ladder to my bedroom to f

Baron reassured me reaching over to wipe some stray tears from my eyes, nodding my head as I took another look around the room, my mothers kitchen where she’d spend hours cooking treats for us kids and our father also seeming to be destroyed, just like my memories of her have turned. Allowing myself to be led up the small wooden stairs which led to the second floor, the same creaking noises which we’d hear as kids sounded under our feet, in some way, I had to smile, at least this didn’t change. The first room Baron and I entered was my brother Edward’s, his brightly coloured room now faded into a deep blue, much of the paint had chipped off and fell to the floor below, as like the living roo

Did they become so close? "I will just kidnap her" Edward added and left the place as Alex rolled his eyes at his cheesy comments. Alex went to his bedroom to wait for Clara there. Alex entered his room and was surprised to see the entire arrangement. Fully in red, it glowed like a palace of love. In the right corner, there was a small fountain, of course, a fountain of lamps that looked so cute to make the place look like a paradise.

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.

I noticed the bright red love bite on the back of her neck and cut her off sharply. I walked to the guest room. My belongings were piled haphazardly in a corner. Some important documents had been tossed carelessly on the floor and were smudged with dirty footprints. Rosie trailed behind me, and Tyler strolled leisurely after her. Seeing the mess in the guest room, a smug look flashed across Tyler’s eyes. He then turned to Rosie with an apologetic smile as he wrapped his arm around her waist. “Sorry, Rosie. I’m no good at keeping things tidy. That’s why Evan’s stuff ended up like this.

Edward’s POV: “How are you doing?” I asked as I entered her room. It was like a typical girl’s room. The color of the walls emerald green and pastel pink couches and sofas. A coffee table was in the middle with a few books scattered. The cushions matched the wall color. She had huge stuffed animals and a rack full of books. Sophie’s room was neat and elegant like her personality. “You won’t believe what happened Edward” she chimed. “Seems like you’re doing just fine” I sat on the couch picking up a book from there. “Fifty shades darker? Never thought you were into fifty shades”

A moment later, he suddenly cracked into a smirk and said indifferently, “Come here.” Upon saying that, he turned around and entered the room on the left. Vivian inhaled a deep breath before she ascended the stairs. The door to the room on the left was open. It was a huge suite with the outer room being the living room she had been humiliated in the last time. She crossed another door to arrive at Edward’s bedroom. The sound of flowing water could be heard coming from the bathroom located to the left, and she could see Edward’s tall, muscular silhouette through the frosted glass fixed on the wall.

Natasha muttered to herself, struggling to sit up. Glancing around, she realized she wasn’t in her room at Sinclair Mansion or the Horse of Thorne. Judging by the crest on the wall and the pictures, she deduced she was at the Twilight Pack Mansion. Examining the room, the extreme décor confirmed she was in William's room, lying on his bed – most likely having shared it with him. Her heart skipped a beat. Curiosity and excitement lit up her face as she pondered the events of the previous night. Natasha cursed herself for falling asleep during such an important moment. If something significant had happened, she was utterly clueless.