Carlisle's Wife In Twilight Mga Nobela at Kwento

Arms strong enough to knock the life out of me squeezed my neck just enough for me to see stars. No matter how I tried, I couldn’t unsee those eyes or the smug look on his face. My heart begged for the one I love, but my body knew exactly who would give it what it wanted, Damon Winchester. My husband’s only brother, and tonight, I was getting what I wanted.’ My cock stirred as I read those paragraphs. It did not feel like she was writing a story, it felt more like a confession and the thought of Isabel having such thoughts, such fantasy made my self-control tether on very dangerous lines.

Elise said as she hit his chest repeatedly as she spoke. Carl looked wounded as she spoke, it was true Elise had never known any man in fact it was like she was married to her office. But he felt that the mating bond would have softened her nature or was he mistaken? Was his wolf wrong or was he carried away by her beauty?. Suddenly his wolf howled and Elise looked at him, she heard it. She was his one true mate but she was angry with him. And he knew everything that has happened has not been easy for Elise and her counter reaction was manipulation, a tug of power.

“Please Mister, can you marry me ?” “Huh Mister” Carl muttered, surprised at her expression of him .. “Hmmn, do you mean him?” he asked, pointing to Kelvin. “Nope, I mean you ... I need you to get me engaged please” she said, almost in tears. Carlisle could see the affection with which she spoke and he could swear he had not seen such affection in a ladies eye before. There was something about her that he couldn’t lay hands on yet but he was really drawn to her.

Most of the pack pressed themselves to the walls of the room, barely breathing as if they didn’t dare make a noise unless he’d strike them down. “I hope not,” Carl said with a laugh that made Kalen snarl at him. A hint of uncertainty filled Carl’s eyes at the sound of it. He held up his hand, lifting his chin. “That’s far enough. This doesn’t need to get physical. If you came for her, then you’ll want to rethink that,” Carl told him, nudging me with his foot. “Don’t touch her,” Kalen demanded in a growl. “Why not? Oh, see, here is the thing, Kalen. She’s mine now. Alyssa is my wife,” Carl replied, grabbing my hand and holding it up so Kalen could see the ring.

“Your hand on my wife’s what’s worse.” Carl’s hand left mine before he could catch himself. He looked sheepishly at me before throwing a disgusted look at his friend. “Knock that off, she’s my sister.” “You’re not blood-related, and you got a crush on her since you finally noticed how gorgeous and hot she actually is. But she’s mine now.” I got two pecks on my cheek when my husband reached my side, a hug, then a more thorough kiss on my mouth on full display of Carl. I glared at him after it.

Tears were about to spill out. Carl only turned his gaze to Stephen Winthrope who was sitting calmly, watching confidently because he wasn't moved by Carl's response. He believed that he was still in control. “I refuse to marry Delphine, the granddaughter of an evil man who murdered my grandfather in cold blood.” Gasps erupted. But Carl was not done talking. “I refuse to marry a woman whose grandfather plotted the assassination of my dear sister in-law, Isla Wyndham.” And that was the last straw.

After all, although this heir to the Turmann family was handsome, he was exceedingly indifferent to the ladies. He could never remember their names, and only because she was closest to Aunt Merry that she could barely consider herself acquainted with him. When Vera thought of this, she could not maintain her smile any longer. She looked at the two people walking away, and Carlisle turned sideways to speak to that woman, and the smile on his face was extremely gentle! 'Carlisle have never treated a woman like this before!'

“You remember Daire.” They did. Their eyes went to him like magnets—cataloguing his fall, his scars, the way his shoulders still filled a doorway. “And this,” Calista continued, turning me toward them with a gentle pressure of fingers at my elbow, like I was a doll she was displaying, “is Elowen. His… wife.” The last word was dipped in disbelief. A murmur rippled through the group. “Wife?” one of them echoed. A tall woman with artfully streaked hair and a ring that could pay for my old house twice over. “Oh, darling. Contract, surely.”

For the first time since the accident, he felt he was holding a piece of his sister again. Then Ariel turned her gaze back to Adrian, her eyes mischievous. “So now you’re telling me,” she said slowly, “that the guy with the grumpy face is my husband?” Adrian froze, then laughed nervously. “Yes,” he said carefully. “That’s Carl.” Ariel tilted her head toward Carl, studying him like a stranger in a marketplace. “Hmmm,” she said, drawing out the sound. “He doesn’t look very friendly. Always frowning. Why would I marry such a grumpy man?”

~ Emmerson ~ If there were any doubts left in my mind that Bella was in fact the same person as Isabella… then they were all cleared by her scream of “My Baby,” followed by her collapsing. I tried running over to catch her… but I was late, too late. Dr. Brown caught her just in time. It almost felt like he'd been expecting her too. Then… I watched him carry her out, like they were married couples… when in actual fact, she was my wife.