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Placing the tray aside, Alexander came more closer to me, than he already was, before smiling a goofy smile. "You are soo desperate to know who I am. Right?" Alexander asked, making me nod my head in anticipation. This is what Bella did in that twilight movie. This should work, right? "Well, your wish is my command, my love." He said before his eyes started to change color into a shade of hazel and then red, and his canines started to elongate once again. The sight was like a horror movie for me. I never imagined I would see someone like Edward in real life.

he replies, raising his hands up. "I'm Liam. That fool is Edward, and the angry one is Thorn." He lowers his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "He has a terrible temper. So watch out for him." All three men are hollywood actors. I notice I've seen them around me on set or in TV commercials. Edward has just gotten his big break with a popular N*****x show. Thorn is a cocky pop star riding the high of one song that's blown up among teenagers on TikTok.

In a swift, decisive motion, he drove the dagger from his sleeve straight into his heart. As blood gushed forth, Eric swiftly wrapped his arms around me, shielding me from the horror. ... The day of the funeral was draped in a curtain of unending rain. I was there to bid farewell to the past, to see Chester off on his last journey. Seth stood by the grave, his gaze fixed on me. Rain soaked his hair, his eyes were red-rimmed, and a shadow of stubble darkened his jaw, giving him a worn and weary look.

“We keep saying that one person is gonna take this black throne and rule this city, but we could all do it, as a Pack. We can take the seat and then take down the hierarchy from within.” “That’s not a bad idea,” a voice sounds from somewhere behind her. It’s Edward, dressed in striped pajamas and very non-intimidating bunny slippers. He turns to Calvin, eyes warm. “Couldn’t sleep, Calvin?” Calvin flushes. “Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you up. I thought a few beers might knock me out.” “It’s okay,” Edward hums, shuffling around the couch, before flopping into the Beta’s embrace, pulling the blanket over them. “Wake me up next time, if you want. We can have a beer together.”

EDINA POV It’s hard to tell when it’s day or night in the Twilight Court—always hovering somewhere in between, caught in that breathless moment before the sun tips too far or the stars take full command. But when the air cools just enough to sink into your bones and the wind whispers like it’s trying not to wake something—that’s how you know it’s evening. I shift in the satin sheets, stretching slowly. A weight anchors me. Rhaenan’s arm draped across my waist.

“This saturday. I know it's short notice. They’ve postponed the wedding already, and I’d rather not make the loving couple wait even longer. Your presence at this event is essential.” Wow, I’m not getting much of a choice. Edward reminded me of how Cas barely gave me a choice in the beginning. These types of men are not used to hearing no. “Okay.” I said, thinking we’d show our faces and then leave. Maybe it would be nice for the girls to see Cas one last time. And knowing Cas, there would be security everywhere. “We’ll send a car for you. Details will be sent to your email. I look forward to formally meeting the person who’s changed my son’s life.” Edward said, but while his words were posi

(Salvatore's POV) I watch as chaos unfolds before me, the ever-present twilight casting eerie shadows on the panicked faces of humans. They scurry like frightened rats, huddling together and seeking shelter from the strange phenomenon that has plagued London for weeks now. Their fear is palpable, thick in the air, and I cannot help but feel a pang of sympathy for them. They are so fragile, their lives dictated by forces they can neither comprehend nor control. Steeling myself, I delve deeper into the heart of the city, determined to uncover the truth behind this unnatural darkness. The perpetual twilight has stirred unease within me, igniting a relentless curiosity that refuses to be quenche

She has never once offered me congratulations, never sent a word of goodwill in my direction—until this moment. Fiona... I’m so sorry. You deserve better. Beneath it is a video. I don’t even realize I have tapped it open until I see him. My heart turns to stone in my chest. There he is. Edward. My Edward. The man I am supposed to marry the day after tomorrow. Shirtless in a hotel room. Kissing another woman against the window. It’s obvious he knows it’s being filmed. The timestamp is from yesterday. His mouth is on her neck. His hands are gripping her thighs. And when she moans his name, it’s loud. It’s clear. Familiar.

It felt like he had accomplished something big. He unpacked his backpack and put everything in the fridge. Then he picked up his camera. It felt like he had to commemorate their secret wedding somehow. “Did you want me to pose for photos?” Sebastian asked when he saw the camera. “I don’t want your face in the photos in case someone finds these photos,” Edward said. “I’ll use your profile and your hands.” The light in the living room was good for his photos. He took a collection of photos that he was satisfied with. They were abstract enough for no one to suspect it was his own wedding, but the wedding theme was also clear.

the costume itself was easy to get into so far, but I still had to put on the corset. "Oh yeah?" Jax questioned, "What was your costume last year?" I chuckled halfheartedly, "My best friend Mel and I went as Edward and Jacob from Twilight." He cocked an eyebrow at me. "What?" "Twilight," I reiterated, "The vampire movie franchise? Don't tell me you're not familiar." He shrugged, turning his attention back to himself in the mirror. "I've heard of it, but I haven't ever seen it." I let out a gasp loud enough that Jax reached out to me, placing a hand on my shoulder as he surveyed our surroundings.