Carlisle Twilight Novels & Stories

I was surprised yet impressed how fast that lie bubbled out. "Okay..." Evan’s voice trailed off. "I’ll let you get back to it. I love you and I'll call you later." "Love you too." I hung up. "I didn’t know you were on a call," Carlisle said with a faux frown. "But if it means he breaks up with you and you’re single..." His grin was wicked. "I’m all for it." "You're a menace," I groaned, rolling my eyes. Carlisle was all charm and danger wrapped in a package that made it hard to hate him."I don’t flirt without intention," he said, pulling two plates from my cupboard as if he owned the place.

And I decided to change, to stop the drug lifestyle I had started and to take my life back. I opened a bookstore, which is doing quite well, I even have an assistant. It was much later that I learned who this mysterious man was. Calvin Lloyd, the alpha of the Twilight Pack. He had given me a mischievous look before holding out his hand, eyes as blue as the sky, he must have been twenty-eight years old. It was his hand that he had caressed his sex, I think I blushed when I recognized it. I didn't grab his hand and for three years now we've been fighting a cold war, me to hide the attraction I have for him, and him because he's a big jerk and nothing else. I wonder if he knows it was me that d

1598, Scotland “Nathaniel! Come inside, Nathaniel!” a voice called. “O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright,” young Nathaniel quoted. She giggled happily and turned over on her bed of grass to take in the darkening sky. “Nathaniel Elizabeth Bristow!”

Michael, the wild card, added an element of spontaneity to their dynamic, always eager for thrilling escapades. Crestwood High, with its ivy-covered walls and well-trodden corridors, was Damon's kingdom—a realm where he effortlessly commanded the attention and respect of his peers. With his easy charm and effortless charisma, he navigated the intricate social dynamics of high school with the grace of a seasoned diplomat. Popular among his classmates and admired by many, Damon's presence was a fixture in the halls of Crestwood High.

“It should have worked.” I flit my eyes to Ruth, who’s standing next to Tabatha, comforting her and probably filling her head with lies. “I have a feeling I might know why, but I can’t tell you here. Oh, that reminds me…” I look at Binx. “Can you let the twins know we’re okay?” He meows and trots out of the room. Kristy loops her arm through mine. “The demon possessed you, Callie.” “It did.” “And you…you burned it from the inside out. With golden light. I’ve never once seen you conjure gold light.”

THE TWILIGHT COURT Maerwynn’s POV The city emerged like something out of a dream. It clung to the mountains, glowing softly with an otherworldly light. The buildings looked like crystal, impossibly tall and delicate, and the towers shimmered as though spun from the night sky itself. The light wasn’t from the sun—not the kind I knew. This place lived in twilight, where day and night held hands, casting the city in a perpetual, silvery glow. Light veins carved into mountaintops, glowing against the midnight sky. There was beauty here, haunting and fragile.

I smiled and told him, "Didn't you say this divorce is just a pretense? I believe you." He froze for a second, guilt written all over his face. I felt a tiny sense of victory inside. He should feel guilty after all those years. I wish he would feel that way forever. The next day, Eric came home really early, carrying a big box. "Wendy, there's a fancy dinner tonight, and they said to bring your spouse. Will you come with me?"

Everyone would see him arriving with me. Mr. Hayes pulled the sleek black car right up to the main entrance, past the usual drop-off zone. It was a conspicuous, showy stop. Caden opened his door and stepped out, then calmly walked around to my side and opened my door for me. He offered me his hand, a silent command. My mind screamed at me not to take it, not to let him parade me like this, but his eyes were on me, cold and unyielding. And I saw students turning, looking, whispering.

Dom turned his glass in his hands and looked at the city and felt the particular quality of a morning when everything was in position and the only variable left was execution. He heard her wake. The specific quality of her breathing changed — she didn't make a sound, didn't move, but he'd been paying attention to her for weeks and he knew the difference between Eirwen asleep and Eirwen awake and choosing not to announce it yet. He didn't turn around. "Four-seventeen," he said. "Shadow's moving. They'll be in Crown District by six." A pause. Then the soft sound of her sitting up. "How long have you been at that window?"