Twilight Edwards Novels & Stories

I touched Blake's hand subconsciously, reminding him that there was no need to explain my identity so clearly. Eda smiled at me and extended her hand. "Hi, I am Eda Twitty!" "Hello, Miss Twitty!" I shook her hand politely. As we stood at the door introducing ourselves, a silver sports car came from a distance and stopped at the gate. A young and handsome man got out of the car. When he saw Eda, he became nervous instantly. Then he quickly adjusted himself. He walked leisurely towards us and greeted us, "Blake, I see that you brought a friend. This is..."

"he said before leaving I gulped the water and threw myself on the couch. a familiar pang of rejection,pain washed me.. I stayed like that for an hour or so till I heard the door bell.., I kept my veil pretty well and run for the door,I took few breaths before opening the door. "Are you expecting Santa,open the Damm door already.." And the awards to the most silent walker ladies and gentlemen.., Naseer Tarun ' Like seriously!! how did he get here..?

"I've got everything in control. They failed to get what they wanted, and I'm expecting this to happen. We just have to wait until they blow up the card under their sleeves." Suddenly, his eyes were fixed to the last page of the document. This person was dead, but why does she seem so familiar. Those deep hazelnut eyes, her innocent features yet intimidating. She wears a seductive smile, but the more you stare at it, the more it becomes dominant. "Isn't this Celeste Chamberlain? The only daughter that is supposed to be the second Godmother of Zenith? Why is it here?" Ares asked Daniel, who furrowed his brows when he handled him back the files. What could be the reason why a deceased person w

He pulled me by my waist in one swift movement causing me to crash against his chiseled chest. "Not so fast, Mrs. Wilson." He whispered against my ears, sending shivers down my spine. Aww, Mrs.Wilson! I still get excited just like the first time when someone calls me 'Mrs.Wilson'. "She is becoming just like you. All witty and stubborn." I glared, pushing him away. "She is my daughter after all, baby girl." He pulled me closer and nuzzled my neck. "What was that play date with Theodore? I didn't know about it."

Edward looked frantic, like a rat that had been lurking in the shadows, suddenly dragged out into the light. He seemed nervous, his back stiff from tension, sweat beading on his forehead, and his hands numb. He feared Macie would despise him and look at him with her cold, icy gaze. "Are you Edward Fowler?" the female officer asked, eyeing him. He was well dressed in a suit and appeared perfectly put together. It was hard to imagine the twisted intentions hiding beneath that polished look. He was truly the definition of a wolf in sheep's clothing.

EdwardBlack1794: you're very welcome. tate_kvngh: hey, I've just noticed. Why is your kik name a combination of Edward Cullen and Jacob Black's name? Twilight fan much? Haha! EdwardBlack1794: if I'm not mistaken, that's the vampire movie you're talking about. Nope. I'm not a fan of that franchise. I'm too busy to watch movies in the cinema. tate_kvngh: too busy to even watch movies in the cinema? How old are you? Like 30? 40?

the woman in charge of the cashier looked at him over her glasses. "Are you a relative?" "Does it matter if I am?" "Well, we are talking about a medical situation, sir. Please tell me your name." "I'm Edward Collen." When the girl heard his full name, she looked at him more closely and realized he was the most eligible widower in the city. Before he had mentioned his name, she hadn't taken a second to really look at him, but now she felt like a demigod had presented himself before her.

She overheard him speaking to the person behind the counter while she was near the bar. "Where was the girl who is working here earlier?" Edward inquisitively inquired. "She's already gone. Her shift had ended ten minutes ago," the crew informed him. With a frustrated sigh, Edward asked, "Could you please pour me a glass of Château Cheval Blanc 1947?" Ella clears her throat and tries to modulate her voice so that Edward will not recognize her. "Could I please have the same?" she asks softly. Edward turned around to see who the girl was who was ordering the same drink as him. His eyes sparkled with glee when he saw the woman that he'd been searching for the entire night. He clutches her hands

CHAPTER ONE “I need you to pretend to be me.” The words hit me harder than the rain splattering against my kitchen window. I gaped at the woman before me. A woman I hadn't seen in eleven years. My exact replica. My twin sister. Except Arla Morrison looked nothing like the girl who had disappeared before sunrise, the morning of our eighteenth birthday with stolen cash and broken promises. She looked expensive now. Untouchable. Dressed in a cream cashmere that could pay my rent for five years, diamonds whose price certainly cost a kidney glittered against perfectly manicured finger, while my lights flickered like they were seconds away from dying.

Of course it wasn’t the mansion; that would imply concession, and Willow never conceded territory. She received us in a sitting room that smelled faintly of bergamot and restraint, silver hair pinned perfectly, expression unreadable. She didn’t stand when I entered, and I didn’t expect her to. “Sophie,” she said smoothly. “I’m sorry about the inconvenience.” Inconvenience. That was what Zane’s arrest had become. “He’s reckless,” I replied. “And emotional.” Her gaze sharpened slightly at the second word. “Emotion clouds strategy.”