Edward Cullen Novels & Stories

He asked through his iPad. "You are making expensive jokes Edward. And why would you even make jokes like that?". I asked while pouting my lips. "I'm serious Cecelia". Edward typed before pausing for a while. "The main reason why I'm unable to talk is because of a witch. My Ex-girlfriend is a witch and she was so nice. She had always proven to my parents that witches aren't as bad as they seem…… but not until the faithful day that she attacked me from her coven. I was kidnapped and was surrounded by witches. I had no other escape because I wasn't as cold and deadly back then. I was threatened and toured. They need me to sign a suicide note because witches are true-blooded-blooded

She looked toward Caiden. "Not an extended vigil. I would like to continue having tea in this sitting room, continue watching Harlowe grow, and continue being irritated by Cullen's occasionally reckless enthusiasm from across the world." "That's exactly what you'll have," Caiden said. His voice betrayed him slightly. On the screen, Cullen was visibly fighting his own emotion. "I'm coming home," he said. "As soon as I can arrange it." "You will do no such thing." "Eleanor—" "I am not dying this week, Cullen."