Edward Cullen Novels & Stories

My homeroom teacher scoffed coldly and turned her head away. “All valedictorians deserve to die!” I sighed. “Ms. Spector, since you refuse to speak, I’ll speak for you. “You killed them because, fifteen years ago, someone stole your title as the valedictorian.” Ms. Spector turned to look at me in surprise and gestured for me to continue. I calmly recounted all the events that had been buried for fifteen years. Ms. Spector had come from a rural area. Fifteen years ago, just as she was about to take the SATs, her younger brother was diagnosed with leukemia and urgently needed money for surgery.

she lamented. "If I had done it, then I could have been more aware of the werewolf figure. That story won't just come up, I guess... you are still alive in the year two thousand ten, it's just starting to adapt," Megan added, does not deny the strange phenomena and events and sometimes outside the logic that also still often occurs in 2010. "Lord Eden." "My Lord." A polite-sounding respectful call then makes Megan and Eden turn around. Found three men holding everything from hoes, shovels, to arithmetic. But Megan was clearly able to recognize familiar third face. At least Megan seemed to have seen them while around the castle.