Twilight Edwards Novels & Stories

A half-empty beer bottle sat beside his keyboard, and another slid across the desk toward me. I waved it off. "No, thanks." Edward grunted but didn't push. His fingers clicked away at the keyboard, lines of code cascading down the screens at a pace only he could keep up with. "So," he drawled, voice rough from years of smoking, "this guy you want me to look into. Who is he?" I leaned against the desk, watching the screens. "Tyler Lockwood. Blonde. Twenty-three. Reckless. Apparently likes taking bullets for strangers."

I clung to them. A shadow fell across my table. I looked up. Victor Hale stood there,charcoal suit impeccable, silver hair catching the overhead lights, that same half-smile he’d worn in the garage the other night. He held a coffee cup in one hand, the other in his pocket. Casual. Relaxed. Like he’d just happened to wander over. “Edwin Reed,” he said, voice smooth as expensive whiskey. “Mind if I join you?” My stomach dropped straight through the floor.

Farrah didn’t hesitate to follow, curiously looking at the person inside the room. It was a man, shirtless, with an outstanding figure. He was holding hefty dumbbells with both hands. In Farrah’s estimate, this dumbbell probably weighs gigantic. The man finally noticed Twilight and Farrah. With a distorted face, he screeched. “What the h*ck is your problem, old hag? Not even knocking! And who the hell is this woman?” Sadly, it didn't affect Twilight even when called an Old Hag. She just tilted her chin and said to Farrah, “Dr. Lee, the sharp-shooter of the team, Patrick.”

He resembled a lizard. And there sat sweet ole Jennifer, at five foot four, one hundred and ninety-one pounds with her chubby thighs, broad hips, huge breasts, and a fat ass. She had a Lean Cuisine dinner on her desk, glaring at Edwards. He smirked wanting to give her the finger, but kept on walking toward the surveillance room. Down the hall, Edwards passed prison cells mostly convicts, the repeat offenders, murderers, drug violators, all asleep, except for Wally Hanes. Damn, the fellow never sleeps!

I stood on the sidewalk watching her drive off. I still wonder how she knew the general manager of the hotel but I decided to follow her instructions instead of pondering the day away. In front of me was a tall building of average height. The glass was glistening in the shining sun but the gold-plated name was very much visible Twilight Hotel. The bell boys looked expensive in their uniform and I felt out of place and intimidated. I stepped inside after verifying my identity and stepped inside the grand hotel with marble shining floors, a grand staircase with a red carpet and gold railings, magnificent chandeliers hanging about, and creative paintings. The hotel was a mixture of modern and V

“But please, I beg of you, let Camille be. She is all I have.” Before Lord Edgar could respond, a woman entered the chambers. Her movements were graceful, almost ethereal, as she glided across the room. Her beauty was striking—dark, flowing hair that reached her butt flowed behind her, onyx eyes that shimmered eerily. Her visage was impassive, and she walked towards her husband. She was Lady Elaine, the wife to Lord Edgar and mother to Elbert. Not only was she an original vampire from England, but she was also the most powerful witch in Svetyland, feared by all who knew her.

"Good evening! What can I get for you today?" I asked the middle aged lady standing in front of me. "I would love a bubble tea and a scone." As I prepared her bubble tea, I heated up a scone. I put them both on a tray and placed it in front of her. "Thank you." She tipped the jar and went to take a seat at an empty table. The door opened again and I gritted my teeth in anger. Chelsea and her entourage. She was the queen bitch. I had beef with her and I did not want her in my cafè. But, when I saw Dahlia walk behind them, worry gnawed at my gut.

Then, he opened another bottle of wine and took a swig straight from the bottle. The door of the room was pushed open again. Edmund looked over. The person who came wore a baseball cap and plain clothes. It was Tara. Edmund glanced at her and shouted, "Get the hell out!" Tara went to him with a smile and said, "Mr. Price, I'm here to talk to you about Sylvia." At the mention of Sylvia's name, Edmund immediately put down the wine bottle. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Tara with a hostile gaze. "What about her?"

And I decided to change, to stop the drug lifestyle I had started and to take my life back. I opened a bookstore, which is doing quite well, I even have an assistant. It was much later that I learned who this mysterious man was. Calvin Lloyd, the alpha of the Twilight Pack. He had given me a mischievous look before holding out his hand, eyes as blue as the sky, he must have been twenty-eight years old. It was his hand that he had caressed his sex, I think I blushed when I recognized it. I didn't grab his hand and for three years now we've been fighting a cold war, me to hide the attraction I have for him, and him because he's a big jerk and nothing else. I wonder if he knows it was me that d

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.