Carlisle Cullen Books Novels & Stories

And I had also quit Karate, and that was for my own good because if you consider Cammie's undefeatable martial art and the aftertaste of our fight, she might probably use me as her favorite punching bag. As I sat on the library floor this evening, I kept asking Octavia a lot of crazy questions. We were on our quest browsing through dusty old books, but still no sight of the last diary. Instead, I found a few books about vampires, which I guess were the ones Cammie had told us about. I just wanted to distract myself from all the madness, so I started skimming through them. "How could you not be tempted while being around humans?" I asked Octavia, who was leaning her back on the shelf, reading

"Yeah?" "Hey, is Aislinn still willing to take Jenna out to talk to Brennus?" Cullen stopped in the middle of the hall. That wasn't what he had been expecting. The last thing he wanted to do two days before the mating ceremony was revisit the last time. "I take it that you finally got the books back?"

I giggled. "I think I'll read it too then." "You should. What's the next book?" "ENTER THE DRAGON by CLIVE CUSSLER." All the books were marked with a white X by the side so they were easier to find and place side by side. "Finally. YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN by JEAN HAFF KORELITZ." "That one's deep." All the books had one thing in common: they all had sprinkles and bits of thrillers in them.

“You never told me that, baby girl?” Christian’s voice floats my way as Jenny nudges me gently and nods across the aisle. I had finally gotten into my book after all and blanked them all out as I was pulled into a magical world of Vampires and Werewolves fighting over human girls. I look up nonplussed, catching Arrick glancing my way with that infuriating unreadable expression and yet a softness to his face that I haven’t seen in a long time. He almost looks a little bit happy and it just makes me feel shittier.

"You know, Carlisle has been stuck at our manufacturing firm for two days now, trying to figure out a code for the malware detector project. Why don’t you go help him?" Cavalon smirked. "Why can't you help him? You're the one with the doctorate." "My mind has been foggy lately," Constantine said, and Cavalon looked between us. "I can’t imagine why." He moved to leave. Cavalon and Carlilse reaction to the Paris trip was the same. Constantine had a guilty look on his face as he stared at me. "Why don’t your brothers know about our trip to Paris?" I asked. "Carlisle’s reaction was the same when I told him."

I swallowed hard before glancing at the screen, my eyes immediately locking onto the bold red headlines that screamed at me. CARLISLE AMOROSO’S NEWEST AFFAIR: WHO IS REIGNA AMETHYST, AND WHAT IS SHE HIDING? My breath caught in my throat, and for a second, the world blurred. I forced myself to keep reading, my fingers trembling slightly as I scrolled down, my heart pounding against my ribs. There were photos—so many photos. Carlisle and I together, standing close in hallways, in the office, in the car—moments that had never seemed scandalous until now, twisted into something sinister.

She stood there and closed her eyes, and she wasn’t even aware of how much time had passed. When Caitlin opened her eyes again, it was nearly dark. “Caitlin?” came the voice, calling out for her. She turned and hurried back inside. Caleb was already in there, carrying two huge silver goblets of the venison blood. He was in the process of lighting candles, all throughout the dim room. She came over and joined him, setting the furs back down.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Somewhere on the 11th floor, an intern dropped his mug and whispered, “He’s summoning her again.” Cue the flustered arrival of Selena Collins—overworked, underpaid, and currently balancing exactly nine folders, two iced coffees, and the crushing weight of capitalism on her narrow shoulders. “I—I’ve got them!” she gasped, bursting through the doors like a tornado of paper cuts and caffeine. A folder instantly betrayed her, exploding in a blizzard of quarterly reports across the polished marble floor. One page fluttered directly onto Theo’s pristinely shined shoes.

His expression remained carefully neutral, but I caught the brief flicker in his gaze. “More reading?” he asked, voice low and controlled as he stepped closer, stopping at his usual careful distance. I nodded, keeping my tone light. “She writes very well. I’ve become quite the fan lately.” Shawn’s eyes returned to the books for a moment. He tilted his head slightly, as if recalling something distant. “Carlisle Gallagher. Yes… she’s a beautiful author. Elegant prose. Sharp insight into power dynamics. I can see why her work appeals to you.”