Carlisle's Wife In Twilight Novels & Stories

But something in my jaw ticked. “We have reasons to believe,” she continued, “that you orchestrated this marriage to mask your inability to take a true mate and that the girl in question accepted the arrangement in exchange for a substantial financial offering. Namely, to cover her mother’s hospital care. In Virelith Medical. Under a false name.” I didn’t look at the folder yet. I looked at her. “She is my wife,” I said. Dorel’s laugh was derisive. “Perhaps by law,” he said, leaning forward. “But not by bond.

I lowered my head and said, "I went down to book another room. I—" Carlisle snatched away the keycard in my hand and interrupted me, "Wow, someone's been really busy. You can't even bear to waste a second of your time, can you? Who are you planning to sleep with? Athol again?" He then pressed me back against the wall. He was furious as he looked at me like he'd just caught me cheating on him red-handed. But he was the one who told me to sleep with Athol and the others in the first place. So, what was there for him to be unhappy about anyway?

“Stop lying, stop all the games, just admit that you’re her mother. Admit that you were my wife!” “Fine!” She bursts, her voice louder than I can ever remember her raising it in the past. “It’s me! There is no Elise Carrington. I intercepted your DNA test and switched out the samples so you’d get a false negative. Paisley’s mine and I was your wife – but I’m not anymore, and I never will be again!”

One evening, Cane bursts into the study, his eyes wide with disbelief, a paper clutched tightly in his hand. "Carl, you need to see this." He hands Carl the results. Carl scans the document. His eyes widen—and then a smile spreads across his face. She is Aster. My wife. But before Carl can sink deeper into thought, his phone rings. "Hello?" A voice answers on the other end. "My lord, I apologize for the intrusion, but a message has arrived from the vampire high council. They are ordering all three clans to submit the coordinates to their secret islands for inspection."

She asked as I wrapped my arm around her shoulder. Just then, Paris walked out of the door and hugged the woman. They stayed that way for quite some time before she took off her hood. Her striking brown hair gave her out without having to see her face. “Triss. Jules wife,” “I thought they were on their way to the land of the cursed. Or lost,” “Looks like Paris had a better plan for his wife, who was her friend,” I said. We watched the women speak for sometime before walking back into the castle. Carla leaned her head on my shoulder.

I'm used to be neglected in this house though I'm his wife. I'm Tyra Louise Skyler-Grey, the wife of the known billionaire in town named Karl Matthew Grey. Our marriage wasn't like in the romantic movies where the girl and boy love each other and they decided to be with each other until the rest of their lives. My life isn't romantic at all. I often describe it as a tragedy. Matthew and I didn't know each other. I just know him when my father introduce me to him as his bride to be. Even I was to shock to know that I was getting married that time. I literally have no idea what's going on.

"Yes you do!!! But in this 21st century, even the impossible becomes possible, and as for your fake wife, Lisa heart, she tends to be a barrier to what I desire, so!! I had to do the necessary" "What do you mean?". Alvin itched to hear his response. "Don't you know, Lisa heart is dead!!! She had an accident and she's no more". Mr Ajay dances around and pulls up a pocket knife on the floor, Alvin turns his head and met mom crying, she moves to the right and saw Tori in the same condition. "No,no,no". He tries to get up from the wheelchair, but haltes when mom stoped him.

"So humans sometimes refer to someone as their soulmate. Well, each werewolf has an actual soulmate that has been selected for us by the Moon Goddess, Selene. Our mates are the other halves of our souls. They complete us. We have a special bond because we are mates." "And your mate is a human?" I hesitantly asked. Carl, he was the guy I saw breathing fire...he was human too. How did he handle this? According to what Shirley just said, he was the other half of her soul. "Yup, Carl is human. I'll go grab him." Shirley put her hand on Elsie's shoulder. "You got this?" Shirley didn't leave the room until Elsie nodded. An awkward silence fell over Elsie and me. The only noise was the faint thumpi

The pounding in her skull worsened under the relentless shrieks of the Night Walker just beyond the massive door, its furious cries pressing in on her like a physical blow to the head. Noticing her trembling hand, Carlisle, who was crouching right beside her, reached out and clasped it gently. "Hey, Tori… relax. We'll be alright. I won't let anything happen to you ever again," he murmured, his dark eyes locking onto hers with fierce intent. Oh, how he longed to be selfish—possessive even—to claim every bit of her attention and keep her entirely to himself. But beneath that desire lurked a bitter truth: with the kingdom in turmoil and danger closing in from every side, could he truly protect

She started slamming on the car window, screaming, "Get out, Jeremy! Do you hear me? You're not allowed to marry her!" I gave Rosalie a reassuring look before I moved to get out of the car, but she grabbed my hand and flashed me a mischievous smile. "I'm coming with you." The sight of us holding hands provoked Isabel. Still screaming her head off, she tried to lunge at us, but I shielded Rosalie from her. "What are you doing? Are you going to hit me for that woman's sake?" Isabel shrieked as she glowered at Rosalie. Worried about Rosalie, I tried to think of what I should do. However, Rosalie stuck her head out from behind me and said, "I'm his wife, Mrs. Langley."