Funny #twilight Novels & Stories

I was hit with a sense of melancholy and sighed. “Ok that’ll be $25.” She stated at the boys. Damien pulled out his wallet and paid her. “Don’t worry babe, that stuff is usually a crock of shit. I just let you do it because I thought you’d have fun. Don’t take it to heart. The stress isn’t good for you, Edward and Bella.” Brent said. I barked out a laugh and punched him in the arm. “We aren’t naming them after Twilight characters!” I huffed out. The guys burst out laughing and each grabbed one of my hands and we headed to the festival exit.

"He is probably doing this so when he is ready to buy the company, he will not be buying one that is broke." ⸻ In the office, there was an impromptu party. Nothing extravagant—merely relief in paper cups and someone slipping in a champagne. Tension was replaced by laughter. For the first time, there were no whispers in the backroom, no nervously glancing about. People looked at me—really looked—and saw something they had not before. Not Arturo's shadow. Not a replacement. Me. Alessia De Luca. Daniel held an imaginary glass aloft, smiling. "To the CEO who killed it and didn't even pass out."

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.

The one who has Dawn said, sarcastically. They are making commotion in front of the car and their audience I the three werewolves but the black vampires are dumb to notice their existence in the place. “I already admit that I don’t have the thing that you are looking for!” he yelled. His eye is fast to change its color to color red. An audibly sarcastic laugh echoed as the two of black vampires laughed. “You can’t fool us McNaire.” “Give what we are looking for or else these two admirable people in your life will turn into ashes.”

He had been observing the red-haired vampire as she spoke with the other female through the glass doors of the art gallery. “Mason!” Dylan phoned once more. Mason yelled out, "Coming," and started to move with the rest of the group. When Mason joined them, Dylan commented, "So, she was hot, you know, for a dead person." Dylan was a werewolf who was 37 years old and had stopped growing since he was in his late 20s. Like Mason, he was tall and slim, but when his dark hair wasn't tied back, it hung to his shoulders.

"Guess you're not much of a shaker than." "WE DON'T SPARKLE IN THE DAMN SUNLIGHT!" I heard Sylar yelling inside the night room. Sounds like he's watching Twilight. "THAT'S SO UNTRUE! MAIDS GET ME THIS AUTHOR'S NUMBER! I WANT THE DIRECTOR'S NUMBER!" Silas started to laugh then.

She brought the phone close to her eyes, “people are going mad in comments.” She then sat back down on the couch and started reading the comments out loud, “Twilight you have lost your mind. How dare you force yourself on Alpha Edgar?” “Crazy stalker. I always knew she was a slut.” “She has gone absolutely mad. How can she kiss someone like the Alpha King like that?” “I am going to kill you, Twilight. You stole my man. He was supposed to be mine.” “God… the poor man looks so shocked. Twilight attacked him like a wild fucking animal. So disgusting.”

I laughed and she giggled. “Movie?” I said, and she clapped, “Yeah… what would you suggest?” She asked, and I shrugged my shoulders, “Whatever the lady wants to watch…” She smiled at me, and then she said “Oh! I feel like watching “Twilight”...” I scrunched my nose in disgust, that movie was a cheesy portrayal of our reality.

I asked, scooting back onto the sofa beside her. “Ooh, here’s one Emma’s never seen. Let’s watch this,” Lucy said, sinking her teeth into her slice of cheese pizza “What is it about?” Emma asked, settling in on my other side. “It’s called Twilight,” Lucy replied. “It’s about sparkly vampires.” “Cool,” Emma said, a sappy smile still on her face. “I guess we know it’s not a documentary. Everyone knows vampires aren’t real.”

he laughed. Sidney rolled her eyes as she complied. She opened Twitter in one window. Let the #livetweet begin! #FDlivetweet #horrorlivetweet #finaldestination #youcantcheatdeath #finalgirlscreams She added an iconic image of Devon Sawa and clicked the Tweet button. Then she opened the #FDlivetweet thread in another tab. Her own initial tweet appeared, followed by Wes’s. Steadily, more of her usual Twitter horror lovers weighed in.