Twilight Quotes Edward To Bella Novels & Stories

I wanted to tease him back and make him as nervous as he was making me, but I just couldn't. “Oh?” He tilted his head, his smirk deepening. “Then why do you look so guilty?” My cheeks burned, and I hated how easily he could unravel me with just a look, a word. Edward’s lips brushed against my neck, his voice a whisper against my skin. “You belong to me now, Bella. Do not forget that.” His words were a promise, a warning. I was not sure if I wanted to fight him or fall deeper into his grasp. This unfamiliar urge tugged at my very soul. Could I love a man who chose to become a monster?

36: Twilight and Dawn Adjusting her eye from the light that comes from the chandelier hanging on the ceiling, Dawn is finally awake. “I’m thankful that you’re awake,” Elene spoke on the side. When Dawn sees her white clothes, she immediately thinks that she’s Olivia's assistant. “What did you do to yourself? You always lose your consciousness because of fatigue.” “W-What?” she asked, not really getting her point and then she realized something. “Did you cut my stomach again?” She then hugged her belly. It’s like she gets paranoid every time she thinks of what happened to her.

“You said it yourself yesterday, didn’t you? If something happened…” “If it were me, you would cancel it.” “No, Olivia, I can’t,” Julian said, lowering his head and avoiding her gaze. “I only said that to teach her a lesson.” “I’ve always seen you as my sister…” “My bloodbound consort is Bella. It will always be Bella.” Olivia stared at him in disbelief, tears welling up again. My soul heard his confession, but my heart felt nothing. Julian, I’m already dead. Your love is too little, and it came far too late.

“Daniel getting shot, Wendy appearing out of nowhere… and then there’s Edward. Sometimes I feel like I can't breathe.” Bella's eyes softened, and her expression became understanding. "I thought so. You seem a little odd. You seem to be carrying too much at once." A server delivered our colourful drinks, topped with juicy lemon segments. I took an appreciative drink, letting the cool, acidic flavour wash over me. "Can I be frank?" Bella enquired, her tone sweet yet questioning. "Always." "Vanessa, I honestly think you're drowning," she whispered quietly. "I think a part of it is because you're caught between two men who, frankly, have a lot of power over your heart."

"It's not true--" "I heard your sweet, sweet words, and I wish I could respond to your beautiful feelings, but I can't, and I'm really sorry for that," Evelyn cut Edward off bluntly because she didn't know if she could if Edward begs more with his soulful eyes, "I do support you to make your decision on a mate, and I don't believe that destiny is what should control our lives but...I can't be the reason for your decision on your mate, Edward, I can't."

Ezrand crowed, “we have our first contender. And who else would like to take to the ring?” There was a beat of silence, and then Edward called out, “I would.” When I’d first been introduced to Edward, I’d expected him to be a Robert Pattinson look-alike. Like Rowan, my knowledge of vampires had been limited to film and literature, and Twilight had been fresh in my mind around that time. I’d finally caved and read it, and, though I wouldn’t admit it to anyone now – no real vampire could respect anyone who sparkled, especially if they didn’t make the most of it and rock it as body glitter – I’d spent too many late nights re-reading the scenes between Bella and Edward.

I said, grabbing the container, already plotting infinite ways to prepare it. I closed the fridge door. Turned and my body froze at the spot. I wasn't alone. Edward was there. Eyes fixed on me. A hint of amusement in his eyes. “Morning, Bella.” He said. His voice sounding as addictive as my favourite song. That smile my mind would never be able to erase. I breathed out the air I didn't know I was holding, “Morning.” I muttered, quickly shifting my eyes from him. I walked to the island — far enough from his gaze. Yet not enough to make my heart stop racing. “You scared me.”

The fact that I can't do wrong in her eyes only adds to the disturbed feeling that's still gripping me from Jasper's admission, and I'm glad when hours later we're finally alone again, kitchen and living room left in a state of utter warfare. "May I presume that this gift of yours comes with at least some ulterior motives, Edward?" Bella asks, batting her lashes coyly at me just like she has been doing before the party. I shrug and never miss a beat in loading the dish washer, but do my best to hide the smirk that's creeping onto my face at the question.

Arthur pointed out. "What are they?" "Love and revenge." Arthur said, looking straight into her eyes, his expression turning grim. "Sounding so serious again," Bella noticed the sad countenance on his face. "Tell me what he said to you." Bella urged him. "It's a men thing but let's hope he comes by dawn." Bella smiled, "isn't that too early?" "It's...." "Ah, that reminds me. Is Edward okay?" She hit her head slightly with the palm of her hand. "I should have ask you about him earlier."

Yvonne asked me to focus on a beam of light on the ceiling. I concentrated on the light. After a few minutes, she asked gently, “Who are you?” “Aurora Twilight.” “Do you know Harry Chalamet?” “Yes, I do.” “No, you don’t.” “I do. I know him. No… I don’t know him.” “You don’t know him.” “I… don’t know him.”