Carlisle's Wife In Twilight Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

He grabbed me by my waist and held me down against the floor as he started tearing my clothes off. "If Athol and other strangers can enjoy you, then who's to say that I can't? You seduced me and turned me gay! I tried to leave you and find somebody else to replace you, but you're the only one on my mind. You think it's funny, don't you?" Carlisle's friends burst out laughing as they watched us. Then, they quickly filed out of the room, leaving only the two of us behind. I didn't know why Carlisle felt so sorry for himself.

Everything that had been happening lately weighed on my mind—especially the future with Ivan, the life we could have once we were free from all this drama. But then there was Mrs. Carlos. No matter how hard I tried, her voice echoed in my thoughts, she was always ready with an insult or find some cruel way to make her point. From the very start, she had plotted everything, convincing me to marry her son in some fake charade. Now, her hatred for me knew no bounds. Did she really expect me to be her puppet forever? “Veronica Carlisle, isn’t it strange that you don’t remember me?” The smooth, charming voice of Nathaniel shattered my thoughts. I opened my eyes, startled to find him leaning in so

Emily said the moment she opened the door herself, before any staff could beat her to it. Tall, with silver threading through the dark hair she wore loose around her shoulders, and a smile that reached all the way to her eyes in a way that made Giselle's stomach twist with guilt before a single word had been exchanged. "Vexeon talks about you constantly. I was starting to think he'd invented you." "It's an honor to finally meet you properly, Mrs. Clawborne," Giselle said, bowing her head slightly out of old habit, the kind drilled into every werewolf child before they learned their own last name.

He then kissed her cheek, and it left her surprised. “Uhm… there’s nothing wrong with kissing my wife, right?” He put the dishes in the sink. “I… guess not. You don’t have to wash the dishes.” “I insist.” “Ok then.” After he finished, he picked her up and carried her to her room. “I have legs that work,” She said. “Just let me have this.” The next morning… Twilight woke up with something around her neck, and it didn’t take her long to figure out that it was Trey’s hand. From the rhythm of his breathing, she could tell that he was still asleep.

His arms around my waist tightened as I let out a startled gasp. “A predator only hunts when he’s hungry, otherwise, a predator and prey can live peacefully together.” He murmured his lips moving down to my neck placing lingering kisses. My mouth opened as I drew in a sharp breath. I was not immune to their presence, to their touches, every single brush of his fingers on my heated skin was agonisingly cold yet my body warm up unconsciously. I did not know when I started feeling this way when it shouldn’t be affecting me. I should hate them, loathe them, curse for their existence, but this insatiable femininely dark twisted part of me was uncontrollable. “We can have a happy life together, li

"I'm sorry, miss. I don't know who you are. I'm not married to anyone yet, but I will be a husband soon, and my fiance's name is Alice, not Elisia. So please, can you leave now because she will be here in a minute?" She was about to insist on her existence in his life when a woman appeared behind her. "Hey, love! Why are you standing by the door? Are you waiting for me?" The woman asked while she passed by her. Adrian's face lit up, and Elisia saw that he was truly happy to see the woman. They kissed in front of her, making her pain grow. Then the woman noticed Elisia on the floor. "Who is she? Your friend?" She asked Adrian.

“Are you going to be our new mommy?” The question hit me like a quiet punch. Shawn’s hand found my shoulder, steadying me. “No, sweetheart,” I said softly. “I’m going to marry your father. But your mommy will always be your mommy.” Carlisle watched us with a complicated expression. Later, while the twins explored the terrace with Shawn, she pulled me aside near the windows overlooking Central Park. “I’m getting married too,” she said, almost conversationally. “To a CEO in London. He knows about the twins. He’s good with them. Stable. The kind of man who doesn’t need contracts or systems to stay.”

Elise was the one who drew that boundary line so clearly. But all of that had happened with Callum's consent too. Elise had never hated Callum for his family being the cause of the Hale family's downfall. She wasn't angry at him, or at the Voss family. Elise simply hadn't felt ready to be the wife of someone whose family had destroyed her life. Hadn't been able to accept Callum as a husband. And more importantly, there was another reason behind all of it—one that meant Elise could never bring herself to accept her status as someone's wife.

Betty uttered profusely. Gradually, serenity returned to the atmosphere. He was about to join his mother to fight when his attention landed on a beautiful lady that looked fearless. Caleb's eyes were fixed on Wendy. He was shocked that Hilton was married to a lady as beautiful as Wendy. ‘I deserve her and not my disfigured half-brother.’ Caleb thought inwardly, ‘I have the money and the influence to maintain her beauty. She can’t tell me no.’ Caleb licked his lips and approached Hilton. “I know your wife. She wants someone like me and not you. Ask her where we met.”