Carlisle Cullen Novels & Stories

Carl discretely insults Adrian by purposely pretending to forget his name. "Crown Prince Adrian Von Wilczek of the European Lunensevain Snowlands," Adrian introduces himself. "Right, right. Do you mind if I speak with my sister? I prefer doing business with familiar faces." Carl demands with a dismissive tone that has Adrian's jaw twitch. "Beatrice." Adrian's hand gestures forward. I execute his command like a diligent soldier. Caroline and Liam stand one step behind Carl, while my parents stand with Jessie on the steps to the packhouse. Their eyes also carefully watched my every move, seeking a plea sign of any kind that would justify a forced rescue.

Carlisle spoke lightly, although his bright irises had dimmed to a dark colour as proof of his anger. Every cold-blooded creature was promised one being to spend the rest of their long lives with. A being that fit into their puzzles like the perfect missing piece. King Carlisle being over six hundred years had lived a life that other cold-blooded creatures vowed to be hell on earth. He was without a soulmate, having killed her with his own hands in a moment of blinding rage. A moment that would forever haunt him and was the main reason why he had an eternal debt to pay; leaving himself vulnerable out in the human world, an easy target for whosoever cared.

I was doing this for them. “Aren’t you going to introduce us?” Hunter asked, his upper lip curling ever so slightly. He fought to maintain his mask of calm. “Oh, sure, all right!” Carl’s easy grin didn’t once waver. He spoke as if he’d just come to the realisation that the atmosphere was a little bit awkward, not as if he’d just been commanded by his Alpha. “This is our new doctor, Jane Ellis. And, as you can see, she is my girlfriend – and my mate.”

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

Cullen’s face was gloomy as he said, “It seems to me that you have a death wish since you dared to kill Mr. Roosevelt.” Kayson said calmly, “You’re more foolish than I thought you were. Do you think it's good for you to build a career with the help of evil power? I guess you have been using this curse technique a lot because it’s convenient, right? Do you think this guy is helping you for nothing? Although you've had a good run in the past few years, I'm sure many of the people around you have gone through hard times, right?” Cullen looked stunned and startled. “How… How did you know that?”

An inexplicable sense of foreboding enveloped him. Approaching the building, he spotted a familiar figure standing at the entrance. "Mr. Cyrus," Carl greeted. His towering figure was clad in a black suit, and his expression was unreadable behind dark sunglasses. Even when standing still, his powerful frame radiated an air of preparedness. Though there were many within the Azure Clan, Cyrus recognized Carl immediately. As the former head of the Finch family, he knew well who Carl was—a man known for his efficiency, combat skills, discretion, and loyalty. Carl possessed many qualities Cyrus valued in a person.

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

But her hands were shaking and she eventually had to drop it back down onto the table, right beside the other report that needed her immediate review. 5. Tuesday 27th April 2010 08:54 Isabelle even managed to snap her cell phone shut with a god like arrogance before looking at the other Brethren Members that she had congregated around her, all of whom were waiting to see what she would do next. “One of our contacts has just informed me that Alice Cuthbert is in the custody of Nemesis.” The Brethren Member, who had been leader up until the creature that occupied Isabelle had been raised, stepped forward. “This can only be a good thing. It keeps Oswald occupied while we plan our next move.”

We did as we were told. I was relieved that I wasn't paired with Alyssa, but as horror might have it- I was up against Cammie! Camilla Logan is one of those black belts who could snap you like a toothpick with only her pinky. She smirked at me and cracked her knuckles. It made me flinch. Not that I'm bad in Karate, but it's just that Cammie is way better.

Then, Nathan smoothly steps forward, always the picture of poise. “I’m Nathan Kingsley,” he says, extending a hand. “Fallon’s husband. Nice to meet you…” He lets the sentence dangle like bait. “Eliot Carlisle,” Eliot responds, shaking his hand with polite restraint. Nathan’s smile flickers with knowing charm. “Carlisle... as in Carlisle Pharmaceuticals?” he muses out loud, though the gleam in his eye betrays the fact he already knew. Suddenly, Ethan steps into view behind Eliot.