Filly Twilight の小説・ストーリー

I stood on the sidewalk watching her drive off. I still wonder how she knew the general manager of the hotel but I decided to follow her instructions instead of pondering the day away. In front of me was a tall building of average height. The glass was glistening in the shining sun but the gold-plated name was very much visible Twilight Hotel. The bell boys looked expensive in their uniform and I felt out of place and intimidated. I stepped inside after verifying my identity and stepped inside the grand hotel with marble shining floors, a grand staircase with a red carpet and gold railings, magnificent chandeliers hanging about, and creative paintings. The hotel was a mixture of modern and V

Yvonne asked me to focus on a beam of light on the ceiling. I concentrated on the light. After a few minutes, she asked gently, “Who are you?” “Aurora Twilight.” “Do you know Harry Chalamet?” “Yes, I do.” “No, you don’t.” “I do. I know him. No… I don’t know him.” “You don’t know him.” “I… don’t know him.”

Soon after, she fell into disadvantage, and the female monarch noticed it as a victorious smirked creeped up in her purple chapped lips. "You're going to die, any last words?" The female monarch mocked, brandishing her claws against Twilight one after another, with gleeful tone as if she had already won. "F*ck you! F*ck you and your damned children! Burn in hell!" BANG! Both Twilight and the female monarch flew away from each other due to the powerful explosion caused by Twilight's spiritual power bursting out. A loud bang resounded as Twilight landed heavily on the ground. When she opened her eyes, she saw that she had fallen beside the unmoving Patrick. Thankfully, the man didn't forget to

POV EMMA BELLE The twins, Lyra and Caelum, stood at the base of the Great Willow. At seven years old, they carried the poise of ancient monarchs and the curiosity of forest spirits. Their eyes—once a simple violet—had begun to swirl with the gold-amber of my lineage and the deep emerald of Félix’s. They didn't look like children; they looked like the Resolution of the 139 chapters that had come before them.

Claire gasped, breathless from running. Without missing a beat, Mrs. Dalca answered, "Library." Something about her voice—tight, clipped—sent a fresh wave of fear through Claire’s veins. She didn’t waste another second. She sprinted down the hall, the cold floor biting at her feet. --- The heavy double doors of the library were slightly ajar. Claire pushed them open slowly, the hinges creaking just enough to make her wince. Inside, the room was cloaked in a heavy, brooding silence.

She knows these so-called friends are taking advantage of her name, the power that she has over the city, why coping with them, throw away these negative energies a hundred miles away from your viability; I am telling your life will be easier. The clock strikes at 7 and my prince charming/ devil in his usual black suit pulls his car into our driveway at that exact second. He is on time all the time, opposite of me. I am never on time anywhere. Even if I try to do things on the clock’s stick, I will be late. It’s like the entire universe wants me too late. I wonder how I get ready on time tonight.

She was absolutely beautiful, much more beautiful than I considered myself to be. The evil little troll in me wished she was disgusting and 600 pounds overweight. I couldn't help but notice all the pack members glancing at us from time to time. They all wanted to make sure the non-pack member behaved herself with Eddy's mate. Their loyalty was to her now. This princess was the one that they cared about. After all, she’d be the one who outlived me. She was probably a werewolf already, and if she wasn’t she’d be one soon.

It’s soothing quiet and warm. Very warm. A sigh of tranquility escapes my just parted lips which later wide in a yawn. I shift my head against the fluffy, lemon and honey scented pillows. The fragrance cause me to smile a little. A flap of the curtain due to the chill breeze coming from the sea grabs my attention. I groaned not really wanting to wake up from my serene slumber as the blazing sun rays shit into the room and fell on my face. Not for long my eyes blink five times before flapping open. I yawn again, slowly raising up from the bed my eyes fixed on the beautiful hanging chandelier above my head.

And with those words, he was gone, I was alone, and Maddie was hella confused and whipping her head around to all corners of the room as she laid at the foot of my bed making the covers warm in that spot. Edward Cullen was an enigma with fire at his center that I couldn't help but want to play with. The day before my return, Gaia had already talked to the school about being my designated book carrier. She had also insisted it was going to be productive towards the yearbook since I was a "freelancing consultant on the most important project to define the school year for every senior at Forks High." Somehow she managed to convince them, she said it was her magnificent negotiating but I think i