Twilight Fanfiction Edward Claims Bella นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Then let it. Because the truth is stronger than rumor. And anyone who knows you, knows us—will see it.” For a while we just sat there. Holding each other in the quiet. Then my phone buzzed. I reached for it, frowning. A message from Tobias. Just leaving the office. Dean’s name popped up in an offshore flag. Edward, call me. Edward saw it. “Damn.” He stood, kissed me quickly, then straightened his cuffs. “I’ll have to go. This might be the break we’ve been waiting for.” I nodded. “I’ll be okay. Bella’s stopping by later.”

He chuckled, his lips brushing against my bare shoulder, sending shivers down my spine. "You’re lying," he said lazily, pulling me back against him until I was completely trapped under his warmth. I closed my eyes, praying the ground would just open up and swallow me. "I’m not lying." "You’re trying to sneak away from me, Bella," he whispered into my hair. "I wasn’t sneaking," I muttered weakly, feeling like a caught thief. He laughed softly, that deep rumble vibrating through his chest into my back. "You’re a terrible liar, baby."

"I’m going to pretend I never saw this. But if you break her heart—" "I won’t," Edward said immediately, the humor gone from his voice. Bella studied him for a moment, then nodded. "Good. Carry on." She winked at me and slipped out, pulling the door closed behind her. The silence that followed was heavy. I leaned back against the shelf, covering my face with my hands. "I want to disappear." Edward stepped closer, gently pulling my hands down. "Hey." "I can’t believe that just happened." He smiled, soft and a little awed. "She seemed… happy."

"So I told her the whole story about that weekend. How I'd met Jessica Stanley at the liquor store and she asked me how Bella was doing, and I was all, 'Why shouldn't she be doing great?', and that skank told me that Bells had walked in on her and that other hussy with Mike. That clearly surprised the good doc. "'Your incentive to have a threesome with your two best friends was one of them getting cheated on by their significant other having a threesome with someone else?' "'The thought crossed my mind,' I told her, but then had to explain why things where completely different, too. 'You have to know, my roommate, Edward, he had been carrying a torch for Bella for ages. Botched more than one

Even if my family and his were working together to pull us apart I wouldn't ever let them do so especially since I didn't want my kids to continue growing up without a father they deserve at least that. I remembered how I had seen Bella before in the restaurants when we first arrived at Twilight Park. During our first days here she had looked as if she had aged at least 10 years and not just five with the way she was screaming and acting and flailing about. From those few seconds that I saw her, I had already been able to confirm that she has become even more frustrated and malicious than she had been in the past but I had also become stronger and I didn't care what she did I was going to ta

"Your cooking is awful. My fiancée is like a professional chef. Cooking is her thing." Edward called me his fiancée. What a joke. Juliet looked more like his wife than I ever did. In all our years together, he never once cooked for me. I stood up and stepped away from him. "I don't have time for this. I'm leaving." He grabbed my wrist, his face tight, and said, "Can you stop making a scene?" "Am I?" I gave a cold laugh. "Edward, you got her pregnant, and you two are living together. Do you still want me to act as your fiancée?"

My thoughts were interrupted by a soft clicking sound. Confused, I turned my attention outside the window and spotted a tall man holding a camera, pointed directly at me. “So beautiful,” he murmured. I blinked, completely thrown. “Did you just take my photo?” “Hi, I’m Edward,” he said smoothly, lowering the camera. He was blonde, with sharp handsome features and an unmistakable Alpha aura. “I’m a year ahead of you in classes.” I hesitated but shook his outstretched hand. “Isabella Trevelyan”

If he was ready to walk out without even hearing the news I had gathered the courage to share, then at least I deserved compensation for the emotions I had poured into preparing to tell him about my pregnancy. “If you walk out that door to be with Samantha,” I said steadily, “then I must be compensated again, Ethan.” He stopped abruptly. Slowly, he turned to look at me, disbelief written all over his face. “What else do you want, Bella?” he snapped. “You keep requesting compensation every damn time! What else do you want?” “Your penthouse in the Santa Monica Estate,” I replied calmly. “Or ten percent shares in the estate itself.” The words landed like a stone between us.