Heidi Twilight Novels & Stories

He pulled me by my waist in one swift movement causing me to crash against his chiseled chest. "Not so fast, Mrs. Wilson." He whispered against my ears, sending shivers down my spine. Aww, Mrs.Wilson! I still get excited just like the first time when someone calls me 'Mrs.Wilson'. "She is becoming just like you. All witty and stubborn." I glared, pushing him away. "She is my daughter after all, baby girl." He pulled me closer and nuzzled my neck. "What was that play date with Theodore? I didn't know about it."

I don't want you to choke on your food. Twilight decided to spend the day at the park since she didn't have anything better to do. She played on the swing for a whole hour, took a walk and rested on the bench. It was around five when she decided it was time to head back. On the way, she came across Ichiya. “Do I know you? Because you look a lot like my next girlfriend.” “Nice to see you too, Ichiya.” “Are you on your way home?” “Yeah.”

I was wearing a pair of silver high heels and a lilac dress. Since it wasn't a very important gathering, Blake didn't ask me to put on makeup. "Blake, you're here!" A tall and handsome man walked out of the hall and came to the gate. Then he smiled at me and said, "You must be Hedwig's mother. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Chavez. My name is Howard Twitty." Mrs. Chavez? I was overwhelmed by the way he addressed me. I quickly turned to look at Blake. "Howard, don't scare her away. We haven't got married yet," Blake said seriously.

I asked putting the last bit of grocery in the refrigerator. "He left like an hour ago" Sophia said walking out of a random room. Sophia is one of the witches that is helping me with my process, one of Heath's sisters. Heath is also a witch or should I say a wizard and has been able to maintain his youthfulness for about forty years now so I am saying twenty year old Heath is actually in his fifties. Nothing is shocking when you are connected to so many supernaturals.

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

she said. "Yup," I replied. "She's an heiress. And it turned out that she looks exactly like me." "Omigosh, really?" she exclaimed with wide eyes. "Yeah…" I said. "One thing led to another, and now I have to be Isabella Domitia while she runs off to happily ever after with her boyfriend." 'Actually, I doubt it's going to be happily ever after,' I thought, thinking of how untrustworthy Elijah was. "But that's where it gets crazy," I added.

“No. Just go to sleep. I’ll try to drink tea or ask if they have sleeping pills.” In the kitchen. Hannah saw that her mother was there reading a book. “You can’t sleep either.” Heidi lifted her sight and gave out a faint smile. “No. How can I? I’m afraid that when I wake up this is all a dream." Hannah smiled faintly. "It's not a dream," she said as she sat on the chair near her mother. Heidi closed the book she was reading and set it gently on the table, "Do you know why I never changed my last name? I still used Smith even after learning about Javier's death. After I got married to Raymond."

Tiffany vanished from my mind like smoke. That kiss was the claim. I wasn’t just Kat anymore. I was his Phoenix. Risen. Chosen. Untouchable. The kiss was everything. It was fire and thunder and the kind of silence that screams louder than words. I didn’t even hear the music anymore. Just the beat of my heart and the feel of Wolf’s hands anchoring me to something real. Then— “Hell no!” Hovak’s voice cut through the club like a blade. “Tiffany, you better back the hell off. That’s our First Lady you’re disrespecting.”

Evelyn - Two Weeks After Adrian's Resignation Morning stretched pale across the façade of the Blackwood Global Tower - the first sunrise I had seen from this side of the skyline. The elevator hummed softly, the mirrored walls reflecting a woman I was still getting used to: sharper in suits, speech rehearsed to the last word, but carrying, behind the precision, the quiet ache of betrayal turned purpose.

Sarah once told me she was a foreigner. I cleared my throat. “Judi… I am Judi, Aleksander’s—” She cut me off. “Oh you are the wife. The wife he told me about. I was not expecting to see you here,” she said, reaching out to give me a soft hug. It was short and barely warm. The tension building in the room made everything awkward. She glanced at the screen. I had been watching a horror movie. She looked back at me, visibly confused. “Well, nice to meet you. I am so tired, I am going to get some rest,” she said as she climbs up upstairs.