Carlisle's Wife In Twilight Novels & Stories

She had indeed been the one to shove Kelsey down. Kelsey could not shake off the feeling that Cerys now saw them as two sides of the same coin. Cerys thought the both of them seemed to be caught in a web spun by powerful men, with Zara and Rhea as the legitimate wife and fiancée they needed to confront together. What Cerys did not realize, however, was that Kelsey’s situation was different. She was legally married to Tyler. Yet, Cerys' sudden visit tonight, laden with revelations, did not necessarily indicate that she wanted to team up with Kelsey to take Zara down.

My eyes closed for a second, and when I opened it, she'd tossed her cigarette into a glass of water and moved from her chair, now standing in front of me. “Listen, Lisa,” she took my shoulders in hand, brows furrowed, “I don't know whatever happened between you and Drex romance wise, but I know you made the right decision to end it.” I sighed. “Yes, I know.” That didn't make it easier. “Think about all the problems that come with a relationship with him. Cassie'll always be in your story. She was my cousin, and I know her more than anything.” She huffed. “If that girl wants something, she'll fight the world just to have it.

"She wouldn't dare. And if she ever does, I'll deal with her myself." Satisfied, Scarlette lowered her head, hiding the triumphant smile tugging at her lips—but not before flashing me a quick, mocking glance. I laughed coldly. This woman knew exactly how to play weak and pitiful to earn his sympathy. No matter how wrong she was, Grayson always defended her. Even back when I was his girlfriend, I'd had to step aside because she was his sister-in-law. And every time I gave an inch, she took a mile. My eyes hardened, and instead of backing down, my voice rose, sharp and furious. "Grayson, I'm your wife! If you spend the night with her, what does that make me?"

"What?" "Being the first woman to wear another woman's anniversary gift?" Celeste tilted her head, her gaze steady. "The trial run?" The smugness completely vanished from Vanessa's face. "You think you're still the winner here?" "I'm his wife," Celeste answered, her voice cool and dangerously level. "Legally."

My problems or issues shouldn’t get in the way. With that, preparations unfolded like a well-rehearsed symphony of orchestrated movements. The coven, aware of the delicate interplay of vampire politics, embraced the necessity of my intervention. Carlile and I didn’t hide the truth about me being mated to Chastity, and I felt relieved when they didn’t object. Silently, I moved through the shadowed corridors of my abode, the ancestral castle that stood as a testament to the longevity of vampire existence.

The once vibrant sparkle in Celeste's eyes seemed clouded, replaced by a distant longing that piqued his suspicions. Unable to ignore his growing concerns, Damien embarked on a clandestine investigation, seeking answers to the enigma that Celeste had become. He observed her interactions, noted her secret meetings, and scrutinized the longing glances she exchanged with Michael. The puzzle pieces slowly aligned, forming a picture that Damien couldn't deny—a forbidden connection was blossoming before his eyes. Celeste found herself caught between the expectations of her vampire family and the intoxicating pull of her love for Michael. The weight of centuries-old traditions bore down on her shou

How he stripped away the defenses with nothing but a look and a well-placed question, as though he had catalogued my fractures before I had admitted they existed and was simply waiting for me to catch up. "He treats you well enough, I imagine," Carlisle continued, his voice thoughtful, almost clinical, turning the observation over the way you turn something to find its underside. "He provides. Purchases the correct things. Parades you at the appropriate functions. On paper, perfect husband, perfect wife." A pause, his cedar scent reaching me across the small table, mingling with coffee. "So why do you look like a woman who can't breathe?" My lungs seized. I pressed my nails deeper into my pa

My entire body ached painfully from sitting in the same position for so long, but the discomfort did not matter compared to the fear slowly consuming my heart. Since the moment the carriage departed, my chest had not stopped tightening with fear. Every second that passed only reminded me that I was being taken closer to my death. Tonight, I would finally meet the man who was now called my husband… King Lucien, the cursed king of Lunarius Kingdom. And perhaps before dawn arrived, I too would become another dead bride added to his long list of victims. I knew almost nothing about him. Only his name. Lucien.

Blackmailed into wearing another woman's face, Isla Virelli, an elite con artist, agrees to impersonate Celeste Voss, the missing fiancée of Elias Hargrove to save her best friend’s life. She never planned to feel anything. She never planned to stay. But on the day she is supposed to walk down the aisle, Cassian Hargrove kidnaps her from the bridal room and marries her himself, because he can’t lose the woman he loves for a second time. Now trapped in the wrong marriage, Isla is caught between two powerful brothers, a collapsing empire built on lies, and the shocking truth that the real Celeste is her long-lost sister. As buried secrets surface and her false identity is exposed to the

Where Caden and I can finally continue our lives together with our little Catherine. It’s almost midnight and everyone was already tired and went to bed. Caden and I put Catherine into bed first before we proceeded to the master’s bedroom, where he kissed me so sweetly after he shut the door behind him. I smiled and wrapped my arms around him. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe that I was finally, officially his. An Einsworth Luna. Caden’s wife and his fated mate. “Finally…” Caden murmured as he touched me by my thighs and carried me, wrapping them around his waist. “No one can take you away from me anymore. You are mine, Giselle Sidney Einsworth. Only mine.”