Why Couldn't Edward Read Bella's Mind Novels & Stories

My online boyfriend had been my sister's nemesis. He and my sister had been desk mates in high school, always competing for the top spot in their grade. He ranked first, while she ranked second. They could barely stand each other, yet they both ended up attending the same university in our city. Every time my sister came home for a break, she spent days complaining to me about him. This time, she came home with her suitcase and an unusually bright smile on her face. Mom teased her. "How come you did not mention your favorite nemesis this time? You seem to be in such a good mood. Do you have something going on?" My sister laughed and handed Mom a gold necklace. "Here. Your future son‑

“Will that be enough?” “No,” I said honestly. “But it’s a start.” She reached for my hand without thinking, and I let her take it. “I can’t go through this again,” she said quietly. “Being called crazy. Being lied to.” “You’re not crazy,” I said. “And I won’t lie.” Her grip tightened. “Then tell me the truth. How bad is it?” I looked her in the eyes. “It’s not just memory tricks. Edward’s reaching into people’s heads, turning them into tools. And now he’s circling you.”

Irene sighed and licked her lips. “What are we going to do? Without the location spell I can’t find her.” “Then I will burn the whole forest down to find them,” Edward replied, his eyes glaring red and when he sensed a human watching him, his gaze turned to her sharply and he flashed his fangs at her, making her cower in fear. “Edward,” Irene put her hand on him, “calm down, she is innocent.” Edward growled, “the more I stay here, the more I am wasting time.”

Adam asks her. He wanted to ask about the tears and about her emotional breakdown but he could not find the words. He heard her prayer and knows that he is upset about her father, but still part of him wonders if it does not have something to do with what happened between them last night. Because it would break his heart if she regretted it to the point that she was that inconsolable. “Yes, I do,” Bella says quietly. When she had first opened her eyes, she had seemed surprised to see him there beside her when she woke. “Well enough to see that you have something you want to say but aren't saying it.”

My mind was elsewhere and my heart kept beating, the preying eyes that stared at me was quite frightening. I sighed and directed my attention to Alexander, his eyes had turned red, he was like a man in deep pain and agony. "Are you with us Miss Bella?" the priest asked "yes, I have searched my heart thoroughly and there is no other man that I would love to spend the rest of my life with, other than Alexander Pendragon," I said and faked a smile

Honestly, with a mind this sharp, I could give Sherlock a run for his money. I chuckled to myself, imagining Markos’s face when he found out. The pure disbelief. The horror. The fury. It would be a masterpiece. How did I found out? Ah—now that was a story. One for a more dramatic moment. Maybe I’d save it for a day when the silence needed to be broken with a bombshell. The door creaked, and Bella entered. Her steps were careful, limping slightly, though she tried to mask it. Brave girl.

"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."

Alexia looks at her with her mouth gaped, she looks at her left side and her right side and she shouts, “Cecelia, are you out of your mind? What have you done to yourself?” Because her voice is loud and she hadn’t closed the door, her voice travels out of the room. In the room opposite, Edward stirs in his sleep when he hears her voice. He wakes up with a frown and he thinks, ‘Her voice is always in my head. Even now that I am in the hotel, wouldn’t you let me rest?’ But he recalls the sentence he heard in his sleep and he becomes wild awake. He looks around and finds himself topless and a bad feeling welled up inside him.

My mother looked at me with tears. “Bella, Elena was your grandfather’s first experiment.” I shook my head. “She said she was created.” “She was.” My stomach tightened. “Then why does she look like me?” Elena answered quietly. “Because your grandfather used your memories.” I felt dizzy. “My memories?” “Yes.” She stepped closer. “When you were twelve, your grandfather discovered something unusual about you.” James folded his arms. “Your memory ability.” Elena nodded. “He discovered that Bella could store memories externally.”

I put my head on her lap. « About crush, I saw you blushing when we wanted to depart, what is it between you two ? » she asked. I stand up immediately. « It’s nothing. I didn’t blush. He is the mighty prince, I can’t see him that way. » « To me, it seems otherwise, it’s like, lately, you were immersed in your thoughts like you had to be cautious about something. » « Well, it’s not like I don’t want to say but Edward has a special ability that lets him read other minds as long as he wants. »