Twilight Edwards Novels & Stories

The glistening light of the ballroom pierced Elara Voss’s eyes as she descended the emerald staircase, one measured step at a time. Her crimson gown cascaded over her like spilled wine, clinging to every delicate curve of her slim figure. To the crowd, she was the hidden princess of the Voss family. To the mafia leaders scattered among the crowd, she was the key to a permanent alliance with Heinrich Voss — and leverage against the most feared man in their world. Of course they stared.

The man who had just left Twilight to die in the woods seemed trapped in his own thoughts the moment he learned of her identity. The expressions on his face changed from careless to stunned, and then shocked. Kane had never seen his alpha have so many expressions within a few seconds before. To say he was frightened would be a misunderstanding. He had already realised that there was no way Edge was going to let him go easily this time. Suddenly Twilight’s faint, fierce voice echoed through the woods, “Remember, Alpha Edgar- it's me who rejected you! I will be waiting for those annulment papers!” With trembling fists, Edge turned around to look into nothingness where Twilight had disappeared.

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.

She wore black queer pants with red boots and a red vest just enough to cover her bobs which were finding it difficult to breathe through the tight vest pushing their way up under her neck for some air. “I can't help it,” Edward replies honestly. His mind was beginning to run wild. He had not had heated confrontations with Carlson Cobwells but if he is the man rumored to be the beast, then he should be searching in Mexico for his woman. “What if he got in? I know Carl way too well. If he loves her like the claim then he is available in the country as we speak '' Theodora adds. She takes a seat on Edwards's desk spreading her legs and displaying the perfect invitation.

The change made Edward stop in his tracks. “That’s not supposed to happen,” he muttered. “Maybe it knows she’s not just a wolf,” Mara whispered. Before Edward could respond, the crimson flared blindingly bright—and the air split with a sound like thunder. A figure stepped through the archway. She was tall, wrapped in flowing robes the color of twilight. Her eyes were pale silver, almost luminescent, and her hair hung like a sheet of white fire. When she looked at me, I felt something move under my skin—something ancient, answering to her power.

But from what she could see, it seemed the two hadn't spoken. "Mr. Edward Ulrick. My name is Tiffany Wang, a journalist. I've heard many great things about you. I'm here to cover your group wedding event," Tiffany said as she introduced herself to the young man and extended her hand. Edward, however, did not accept it; instead, he just looked at her hand. Sensing that Edward would not shake her hand, Tiffany subtly withdrew it and then turned her attention to the young woman with Edward. “You look familiar. Do we know each other?” Tiffany asked Abigail. The young woman could hardly believe it. Had her appearance changed so much due to the makeover that she was unrecognizable to the people wh

I asked. She gave me a flat look and then shrugged as she abruptly sat up, the blanket falling off her naked frame, and gave me a complete view of everything that was under the covers just a moment ago. She stretched her arms up and then stared over at me, looking like the perfect breakfast. "I watched Twilight when I was a teenager and I thought Edward Cullen was a total creep. That's why I'm comparing him to you." She shrugged. "Ouch!" I laughed. "Trying to hurt my feelings early in the morning, I see."

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!

“Well, I’ll go…” “Eddie, there ain’t a decent thing to eat in the… Oh, uh, howdy ma’am?” Milli turned and the epitome of a tall, blond cowboy stood in the door, if Chris Hemsworth was a cowboy… “Heith, this is the angel that saved me. Milli Haywood, this is my cousin, Heith Rowling. He came out from Texas,” Edgar introduced them. Heith’s jaw dropped before he laughed, “This little tiny thing saved you? How? Were you carjacked by gnomes?”

said Edward then looked around for the saleswoman . " Hello sir , miss ! What can I do for you ? " asked the saleswoman when she saw Edward . ' I didn't wanna bother with this woman . She looks poor and her clothes are dirty but this guy is so hot and looks extremely rich . Apparently, this girl is with him so I gotta serve them . What a pity ! ' thought the saleswoman . " Hello ! I want the set of a sportive outfit........the latest model of Louis Vuitton brand . Guess branded scarf and a Polo branded bag . Also a pair of gloves and trainers , Tommy Hilfiger branded . " said Edward with a smile .