Twilight Edwards Novels & Stories

"I'm just a passerby, but I can go with you and cover her medical expenses." The doctor commended her sense of responsibility and urged her to get in the ambulance. As Estel turned away, she discreetly slipped the injured person's phone into her pocket. I watched the ambulance leave and waited for about half an hour before a luxury car pulled up at the intersection. A man in a gray suit got out. His face was familiar. It was Simon Dawson, Julian Stewart's assistant. He surveyed the scene and began speaking with the police about what had happened. I pulled out my phone and sent a message to Estel. "Essie, I saw you on TV. What did you do?"

“What on earth is going on here?” Edwin and I both turned to see the vice dean, Ms. Morrie, striding into the office. Ms. Morrie was a quirky, but competent, older woman with a gray pixie cut and a pair of cat-eye glasses. She always seemed to be wearing cardigans with leopard print on them in some capacity or another. “Ms. Morrie,” Edwin said, bowing his head respectfully. “It appears that Miss Richards over here…” He gestured to the female professor. “...Seems to think my student is trying to… seduce me.”

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.

Too bad there weren’t many wolves to liven this place up. She turned in the direction where she heard the light switch, seeing a suited young man standing there. He must be the butler, then who is this lady? “Miss Edwina. Are you the woman that master is expecting?” “Yes, I am. My name is Edwina Sinclair…” Before Edwina could finish her sentence, the woman took her hand and turned it over to see the palm side. With the way she did it, Edwina already knew what she was looking for. After checking, the lady looked up at her with pity.

He planned on making Liam taste first hand how it feels to be at the bottom of the food chain. To make him watch as he slowly takes everything Liam ever cared about. An evil grin crept on his face at the thought of that. “Today started off pretty well” he mumbled and stood up from the seat he occupied and trailed over to where the bottle of whisky sat and pulled open the cap and poured himself a glance, before throwing two cubes of ice into it. The door opened and Thomas walked in, clad in a black suit that matched his ebony black hair. “Sir, he left the mansion in fear like you said; and he doubled his security” Thomas reported curtly.

Just before the call went through,Edward shot randomly. He didn't even look back yet the bullet made a straight dive into her temple. "Hello?? How may we help you??" the call went through just when the lady fell to her death. He took the elevator,the gun gently brushing at the side of his pants. Oh God..Liam so wouldn't like himself today.Edward was saying in his heart. He was just about to step out when his boots crushed something underneath. He picked up a wristwatch.Small and petite.The glass broken.

With politeness, she served them on the table. Edward didn't take his eyes off Kimberly. He seemed captivated by what he was seeing. "Are you Nicholas's personal secretary?" he asked. Kimberly nodded softly. "Yes, sir, I—" "Just call me Edward. Oh, by the way, my full name is Sebastian Edwardo Martin," he interrupted as he extended his hand for a handshake. "But don't get me wrong; I'm not the Edward Martin from the Twilight Saga movies. When it comes to handsomeness, it's clear that I'm the most handsome," he joked without hesitation.

Then Malik’s voice, softer than she’d ever heard it when greeting anyone else. “Hey.” That one word slid down her spine. She stepped into the living room just as Zariah crossed the threshold. And the world tilted. Zariah wasn’t just pretty. She was… luminous. Smooth brown skin that glowed under the hallway light. Full lips glossed in clear shine. Long braids draped over one shoulder like silk rope. She wore a fitted black jumpsuit that traced every line of her body without trying too hard, and she carried herself like she knew exactly what effect she had on a room.

It looked more like a high-end suite than a prison cell. Minutes later, the heavy door opened. A sharply dressed woman in her mid-forties entered. Tall, elegant, with sharp cheekbones and piercing gray eyes. She carried a sleek tablet and moved with the confidence of someone who held all the cards. “The public show is over,” she said calmly, setting the tablet on the table. “My name is Valeria Voss. The Blackthorns were useful tools. The world now believes the Kane empire has been destroyed. Perfect.” Sophia’s eyes narrowed dangerously. Aurora tensed beside her, instinctively stepping closer so their bare hips brushed.