What if the Cullens, before meeting Bella Swan, came across a mysterious manuscript titled Midnight Sun? Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper, Alice... and most of all Edward, become captivated by the words of this strange book, which seems to recount Edward's life from an astonishingly intimate and dangerous perspective. Each page reveals secrets none of them had ever confessed, and describes a human girl who has yet to arrive in Forks... but whose presence will change their lives forever.
As they read, Edward must confront his darkest feelings, his thirst for blood, and a fate that seems inevitable, while the others try to decipher whether this book is a warning, a prophecy, or simply an illusion.
The countdown has begun. The story of love, danger, and redemption has not yet started... but it is already written.
Dive into a tale filled with mystery, romance, and suspense, where the past and future intertwine, and where every written word could mean the difference between life and death.
Edward Cullen was left devastated by Bella Swan's infidelity, having found her tangled up in the sheets with her best friend, Jacob Black. Nearly two decades later, and he was still reeling from the effects. He was numb, speaking only when spoken to and counting leaves in his spare time, which, according to him, all his time was 'spare'.
But what happens when the Cullens find themselves moving to the Gold Coast of Australia? What happens when Edward notices a certain blue-eyed, golden-haired girl who shares the same name as the girl that broke his heart all those years ago? What happens when he finds himself drawn to the charming, mysterious girl, despite his best efforts to steer clear of her?
What happens when he comes to find out that Bella Hartley and her friends share a secret of their own?
What happens... when vampires and mermaids collide?
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"You're so... secretive," Edward mumbled bitterly, shaking his head in obvious annoyance.
I narrowed my eyes at him on reflex, growing tired of his sour expression and biting comments.
"You're one to talk," I quipped, folding my arms across my chest and resorting to staring out the window, ignoring his incessant, curious stare.