Forks Twilight Novels & Stories

I outstretched my hand, “Kiera, it’s nice to officially meet you. I’ve never seen a fox in the flesh.” Or a fox covered in flesh, though I didn’t say that to her. The images of Elenores body being torn apart flashed through my mind, causing me to shudder. I’m going to add her to the list of women I don’t want to mess with. Right next to Felicity. She shook my hand gently, “It’s nice to meet you too, Wyatt. You are the Beta of Twilight Woods?” “Best one you’ll ever meet,” I winked, “I take my job very, unseriously.”

“Edgar Collin?” It was her turn to narrow her eyes, “No, Tyler. Ed-ward Cull-en!” I just nod my head, returning my attention to the movie. Nothing much is special. I already know where this is going. Immortal falls for a mortal and a bunch of people are opposing them just to add a conflict to the story. This Twilight is just a classic Romeo-and-Juliet tale about forbidden love and overcoming the obstacles of love. I wonder if this Ella and Edgar will end up dead like them.

The late afternoon sunlight slanted across the room, golden and soft, but the heat between them wasn’t coming from the sun. It was in the way Zariah pressed closer to Imani, fingers tracing along her arm in slow, teasing circles that made her shiver, every nerve on edge. Malik’s hand rested firmly at Imani’s waist, steady, grounding, giving her the space to melt into the teasing warmth of Zariah without ever losing herself.

I take a small piece of the steak in my mouth, this is heaven, the perfect medium-rare, juicy, perfect piece of meat. “Seriously.” He snaps. He can’t win with me, he needs to know when to give up, I am simply teaching him the lesson. I nod. “A few hours with a bow tie at our wedding or a lifetime with pink, you decide rose.” I smile. “Fine, I will wear the pink.” He growls. “Nobody forces me to do the way you are doing.” “Welcome to my world, rose.” I take a sip of my cocktail. “Also, someone needs to make you soft, looks as if I was the one taking the lead on that.”

octavia walked over to the other side of the bar and came back with four shots of tequila along with four lime wedges. oh god. why four? i questioned myself. two wasn’t enough for her? yet who am i to judge, i’ve been asking for shot after shot. i must've had fifteen shots by now. the bartender is on the verge of cutting me off. “i hope you’re okay with tequila.” octavia adds when she places a single shot in front of me. i roll my eyes. “one wasn’t enough for you?” i asked her and put a little salt on my hand to lick it off. i took a shot in my hand. i knock it back in one gulp and bite down on the lime wedge right after.

Twilight was setting and Mildred knew it was time for her to leave her home territory to the home of the vampire hybrids. She would have preferred to just reach out to them with a part of her soul that was connected to them but she wanted to find a way to mend their relationship in person first at least.

Others, fueled by a sense of responsibility, argued for a swift response. Ultimately, a decision was made. A small reconnaissance team, led by the experienced Kai, would be dispatched to the Twilight Expanse. They would assess the anomaly and report back. Anya, despite her age and deteriorating health, felt a compelling urge to join them. This anomaly, nestled in the heart of a cursed region, resonated with a deep, unsettling echo in her memory.

But that was because the Northern Star pack had something that other packs didn't; their Luna was a witch. The fated union between a werewolf and a witch hadn’t gone down smoothly with puritans but sixteen years on, Ulf and Estrid had defied all odds and united their pack. Their love for each other inspired unity and peace amongst their people while their tenacity and bravery was what drove them to protect their people.

Claire didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her arms around him just as fiercely. She could feel his heart pounding under her cheek. Wild. Unsteady. Human. She pressed a kiss to the hollow of his throat, feeling the way his muscles tensed—and then slowly, slowly, relaxed. Neither of them spoke. They didn’t need words. Not anymore. The storm was coming. And all they could do now was hold on to each other and hope they survived it. --- But somewhere, deep in the shadows of the sprawling house, a forgotten phone buzzed quietly.

It was a warm summer afternoon and a day filled with meetings with different clients who had thrown in their proposals for tenders at the pristine VW office located on the tenth floor in the upmarket building in downtown Baltimore, billionaire businessman Eric Logan, decided to have lunch at his favorite restaurant just around the corner of his office building. While he was contemplating taking a walk just to let in the summer air and give him enough time to sift through his mind and reminisce on the turmoils of his now-ended marriage with his ex-wife, Rebecca. Eric hated divorce and wanted a committed relationship and he and Rebecca had agreed on a two-year gap after marriage before having