Twilight Edwards Novels & Stories

“I was shot by Clara… Clara Rothwell. She is not who the world thinks she is. People call her a wife, a social figure… but she is a manipulator, a seducer, something far worse than what people imagine.” Adrian gave a faint expression of amusement at that, his lips curving slightly as he leaned back into the chair. “This is getting interesting,” he said quietly. “Continue.” Edward coughed lightly before a glass of water was placed near him, which he took after a brief hesitation. His hand trembled slightly as he drank, then lowered it carefully before continuing again. “It started years ago,” he said slowly, “when my twin brother brought her home and introduced her as his wife.”

“Professional. Not just anyone.” As they watched the footage, Ainara suddenly grabbed Celia’s arm. “Wait… rewind that,” she whispered, her voice trembling. They rewound the footage. For a few seconds, the shadow of a woman appeared — her figure curved, her stance familiar, but her face hidden under a cap. She didn’t approach the car. She just stood at the side, as if watching. Ainara leaned in, eyes wide. “She was there. She saw it happen. But why didn’t she come forward?”

She went back into the other room. "Well, now that she killed our vibe. Movie time?" Jasmin asked and we nodded, preparing for a Twilight marathon. "Oh, my gosh, Edward, why must you be so hot, but so cruel? How can you leave her?" Jasmin yelled at the TV. "No, good riddance. Look at Jacob. Holy body,” Tori said, fanning herself. "Hey, Tori, you have a little drool," I said and she wiped her chin and glared at the fact that nothing was there.

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."

And now that McCoy’s are at the rock, all thanks to fucking Hall, they did that. When I enter my bedroom, Inessa is on the bed, the lights are off, the city lights and the moon are the ones that brighten the room a little to see the things. I don’t have any energy in my body, so I slam on the bed without changing my clothes, I need to take a shower, these clothes have been on my torso for 20 hours now, but I am not in the state to think all these right now.

I said while opening the door wider and inviting him into the room. I closed the door and turned to look at our newest suspect, who was preoccupied with changing the sheets. “Thank you, Edward” I made a show of looking at his name tag while he smiled politely. “I’ve just been so on edged lately, since I watched the news about what had happened here two nights ago. I would have cancelled my trip if it had not been so important you know?” I said sounding rather worried “Yes Madam, I know but don’t fear as we have great security here.” Edward responded with an accent. Was this really the man responsible for the corpse in the twins apartment? Edward looked to be in his early twenties, with a boy

And she had never heard of a vampire with a car—except in Twilight, of course, and that was just a book. No, she had simply misread Vanina’s expression, that was all. She pushed any thoughts of vampires from her mind. “I could use some food,” she said. And I could use something to drink, Edwina thought, feeling her blood thirst rise as she eyed the two sweet young necks in front of her. She forced the hunger down. Waiting was hard, but it would be worth it. Soon, she promised herself. Soon. But not yet.

Looking around, Twilight makes sure that the area was clear. He then takes out a wooden baton from his pack. He pokes the prowler’s body. No regenerative or ressurective abilities. That’s good. Once sure that the prowler was dead, Twilight takes out the journal once more. He writes down important information on the prowler’s page. I can classify this creature as a low-tier servant… But I didn’t have much time to view it. The hunter accidentally killed it after all. Twilight hears another roar in the distance.

The next morning, Taiwo was calm but he saw keyinde beside him, he almost got annoyed but she quickly got up and talked before he said anything. Keyinde: Wolverine is not happy seeing you angry with me and other animals aren't too. He calmed down immediately he heard what she said. Taiwo: Is that why you slept beside me? Can't you sleep alone in your quarters? She knelt before him again holding his hands.

"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