Novel & Cerita Best Twilight Fan Fiction

’ She answers, and I smile. ‘Thank you.’ I say and look at my phone, and see it’s 8 AM in the morning. I wonder if Nora is awake, and I search for her mind, but I find her still sleeping. ‘Dawn is nicer than I. She waits for Nora to wake up.’ Midnight, tell me. ‘Dawn? Is that her wolf?’ I ask. ‘Yes, and my twin.’ Midnight says. ‘Twin? But I thought there had never been twin girls before.’ I answer.

For an infinitе, suspеndеd momеnt, shе knеw nothing but thе whitеout hazе of rеlеasе, еvеry worry and hеartachе sеarеd from еxistеncе in thе firеs of hеr climax. Whеn awarеnеss finally bеgan filtеring back in, it was to find hеrsеlf cradlеd in Tylеr's arms, thеir swеat-slickеd bodiеs still еntwinеd in thе tanglеd aftеrglow. Hе prеssеd tеndеr kissеs along thе slеndеr column of hеr throat, his touch infinitеly gеntlеr than thе brutal possеssion that had prеcеdеd it.

I ignored him for the rest of the ride. I changed my outfit and went to bed. The morning, Rowan was nowhere and I had to taste the cake for the wedding today. I went to search for Rowan only to find him outside, he wasn't alone. There was his girlfriend with him. I tried to hear them talking discreetly, ‘’How long Rowan, I miss you baby, I can't live like this nor without you’’,the lady said, whom I believed was aliyah. ‘’Dont worry love, it will be over soon, just a few months and you will be mine. I will make a fake situation like me and her weren't working. Then we can be together.’’

1598, Scotland “Nathaniel! Come inside, Nathaniel!” a voice called. “O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright,” young Nathaniel quoted. She giggled happily and turned over on her bed of grass to take in the darkening sky. “Nathaniel Elizabeth Bristow!”

Light explodes from within me, engulfing the battlefield in a blinding flash. When it fades, the world is... different. Not separate, not fully merged, but something new. Something in between. I've created a twilight realm, a bridge between worlds where the best of both can coexist. As understanding dawns on the faces around me – wonder, fear, awe – I feel the last piece of the prophecy click into place. This was always my destiny. Not to choose one world over the other, but to forge a new path entirely. Elara screams in rage and disbelief, her carefully laid plans crumbling around her. But before she can retaliate, a pulse of energy erupts from her swollen belly. Her eyes widen in shock as

She was probably a werewolf already, and if she wasn’t she’d be one soon. Everyone stuck around until it was very dark out. We lived so far out that light pollution wasn’t a factor when looking up at the stars. It was clear enough out that it felt like we could see every star in the sky. “I’m going to grab water. Want one?” I nodded a response to Nikki. She rolled over and got off the ground. I could hear every one sitting around a fire as it popped and sizzled. Nikki and I forewent the group gathering and laid on the beach with our towels as we looked at the stars. It was something that we’ve just always done together. We’d even make our own constellations and named them.

All of it told Sarah that the piece of human leg she was seeing wasn't fake. Sarah gasped for air, the flashlight slid off from her fingers. She falls back, gasping and wheezing as she stumbles backward, her widening eyes staring directly to the leg that became more visible because of the flashlight harboring it. Only then did she manage to let out a scream.

“I’m the one who should rid of evil. You have no idea what you’re doing. A witch can never mate with a werewolf. It’s against our rules. You’re too emotionally…” Real Clarissa pointed his hand at her. “Shut up. You’re my doppelgänger and you should know your limit. Archer is my mate, and one of the kindest werewolves I have ever met, you can’t separate us no matter how much you try.” “Oops,” she said dramatically, placing a hand on her mouth. “I have already done that.” “What do you mean? “ Clarissa smirked. “Your mate is at the point of death. I’ve fed him with poison. Any moment now, we are going to hear his screams,” she said triumphantly.

“I love the way you say my name,” Axel whispers against my neck. His breath is hot against my skin. “Axel,” I repeat. His name sounds like melted butter in my mouth. Sensual, seductive, wild. This is wrong. This is all wrong. I took a vow to commit to my husband. The first twin. Why the hell am I breaking that vow with the second, wilder twin? The wrong twin. The one that would surely ruin my life.

A shadow fell over his face and I tried to get up, but he wouldn't let me, pinning my knees down this time. "Let me go!" He didn't listen. He just placed both my feet on the couch and pushed my knees wide open, bearing me to his gaze. I saw his eyes slightly roll back before he caught himself. "My little dorogoy gets jealous." "Did not." I was beyond embarassed. He swiped his index finger through my slit and held it up. It was coated with my arousal. "Let you go dorogoy? After seeing this? Impossible." He wiped his finger to my discarded shirt.