Carlisle's Wife In Twilight Novels & Stories

The rain hammered against the car window, blurring the entire world into a grey fog. Just as the cars rounded the mountain pass, I looked through the rain and saw the spot where Alaric and I had sworn our vows to the God of Night. Alaric stepped out from an old fortress, holding a wide black umbrella, his other arm wrapped protectively around Elise at his side. A pureblood vampire fetus grows incredibly fast. At only nine weeks, her belly already showed a slight curve. She wore a white gown, much like the one I had worn on my wedding day.

she stated sweetly and calmly, and my heart was overjoyed. "And you were the one who saved me." I replied with an eager grin. Then my gaze was drawn to her wrist wounds, which were covered in scratches. I couldn't contain my emotions and reached out to touch her wrist wound. We both flinched as a spark sparked in my body. Stacy yanked her hand away from my grip and entwined her fingers with mine. I frowned at her ludicrous behaviour. “Thank you for saving my soon husband's life,” Stacy pecked on my cheek.

Elisa sobbed, desperation showing on her face. Alpha Blaze’s smirk deepened, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and disdain. Elisa feels isolated and unloved in the palace, especially by her husband’s family. “You think we’re fools like you?” Kayla, Blaze’s mother, shouted, her voice echoing through the room. “Or do you think I haven’t seen you sneaking around with that same man for days?” Elisa’s cries grew louder, her body shaking uncontrollably. “ I didn’t do it, please believe me, Blaze!” she begged, but her words fell on deaf ears.

Giselle’s pov I heard the sound again, it was a moan. I covered my mouth with my hand in shock. I softly opened the door only to see my husband rolling in the sheets with Zara. A self depreciating smile graced my lips, I shouldn't be surprised but why am I surprised, I knew he was cheating on me but I didn’t know who he was cheating on me with till tonight. To think she wasn’t even going to be the surrogate mother of my child but rather the mother of Cyrus' child.

I asked, and she nodded. "And the Alpha only gets married to the Luna, doesn't he?" I asked again, and her eyes brightened up in delight. "So if I am the Alpha and Iris over there is the Luna, what does that make us?" I arched a brow at her, and she giggled in understanding, exposing her missing teeth. "You are both married!" She clapped in excitement. "Iris is my wife, and I am her husband," I conceded.

“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."

Reality hit her like thunder and lightning all together, her knees grew too weak to support her body. It was really happening, she was there, in his home, as his wife. ‘This is crazy, how did this happen?’ “Elaine, please take my wife, Isabella, to our room.” He gave instructions to the middle-aged woman dressed in a housekeeper uniform that welcomed them. Isabella inspected the place with her eyes frantically, her brain trying to take in as much as possible as her pulse was rushing in an unprecedented way.

Carlos replied with resolution in his voice, "I am ready for anything." As Isabelle leaned forward and lightly kissed Carlos, the sun had dipped beneath the horizon and softly bathed the world with twilight. It wasn't promisingly prince-and-princess marriage, happily ever after, but it did mean a beginning—a chance for the two to rebuild their relationship on stronger, more honest footwork.

She responded, raising her head and putting on a fake smile. Nodding slowly, I kept my gaze fixed on hers. “It’s about Cassandra and Damian.” I started, and she nodded, paying rapt attention. After telling her everything Priest Elsen told us, she nodded. “What do you want me to do now?” She asked. “I want you to advise me, Irene. I know you’re the only one that can tell me the truth, and I want you to tell me what to do. Apparently, I need to share my wife with my brother because it’s fated.”