Irina Twilight Novels & Stories

And now that McCoy’s are at the rock, all thanks to fucking Hall, they did that. When I enter my bedroom, Inessa is on the bed, the lights are off, the city lights and the moon are the ones that brighten the room a little to see the things. I don’t have any energy in my body, so I slam on the bed without changing my clothes, I need to take a shower, these clothes have been on my torso for 20 hours now, but I am not in the state to think all these right now.

Waking up today wasn’t my intention. I had a long day ahead of me and of course, I’m always the one who has to work hard. I wasn’t an adopted child, I wasn’t a stepdaughter, but I had an annoying twin sister. Veronica Summers, my identical twin was the opposite of me. She was pampered more by my mum and dad and always caused trouble - of course, I’m always the one to be blamed.

"Get lost! Don't stand in our way of courting Ms. Jane!" Andre couldn't say a word in his defense. Overcome with rage, he fainted on the spot. Dad was enraged when he finally learned the truth from me. From then on, he began to target and attack the Twilight pack. The Twilight pack was hanging on a thread. After Dad retaliated against them, they finally faced their downfall. Losing their homes, they lived like nomads and became social outcasts. Callie had intended to marry Easton only because of the wealth of the Twilight pack. Even after learning that Andre had assumed Easton's identity, she did not care about the truth as long as she could live comfortably.

“That was the plan, but I decided to do your parents a favour so it was more of a compromise. Her middle names are Hestia and Freya by the way.” “Mama, Papa, can we get ice cweam?” “Winter isn’t exactly the best time for ice cream, but I guess we can,” Twilight responded. “At least there's something that she wants to do. I know a good place we can go Are we taking your car or mine?” “Yours doesn't have a car seat so...” “It doesn't have a car seat yet. But ok, I'll just give you the directions.” “Maybe you should first start by at least changing out of your pyjamas. And when I say change out of your pyjamas, I don't mean go back to bed for half an hour and then change out of them.”

Stefan narrowed his eyes but said nothing. “I was in love with someone else,” Rita went on. “A werewolf named Adrien. I convinced my twin sister, Rina, to switch places with me so I could be with him. She didn’t want to, but I pushed her, told her it would only be for two days. Then I left.” Stefan crossed his arms and listened in silence.

Scarlett’s voice breaks through again, this time only to Zella and myself. “You heard our Alpha, Beta.” My mate says, lifting my head up with her hand that has continued running through my hair, tugging ever-so-gently, her light blue eyes, twinkling, “it’s time for bed.” She gives me a flirty smile and slides down off the edge of my desk, removing her hand from my hair and taking my hand in hers to pull me up off my chair.

Of course, my anger would be directed towards him. She hummed, “And here I was thinking we’ve having some twilight shit here.” She sounded disappointed. “Huh?” “You know, Twilight, the movie?” She turned her head around to meet my gaze. “Cassain Gregory as Edward Cullen, just more good looking and less constipated, you, Camilla Castello as Bella Swan and Adrian Moretti as Jacob whatever his last name is. You’re so Vampire girl now.”

It was cold, dark—and in that moment, Sephora forgot the fact that she had a stronger wolf. When Twilight got too close, Sephora took a step back. “I didn’t come here for a fight,” Twilight said, still walking toward her, “and I didn’t come here to be disrespected either.” “Stop walking and talking before I do something you won’t like.” “Go on.” A creepy smile grazed Twilight’s lips. Is she crazy? Sephora thought. She was reminded that she was an Alpha’s daughter—she could kill Twilight effortlessly. But no matter how much her rage burned inside her, she couldn’t ignore the fact that Twilight was Eric’s mate.

The night club has all ten televisions tuned into the New Years Eve Party in New York. As Jason and I sit at the table with the others, I turn to Shel and Sasha to ask them a very serious question. "Hey, I was wondering if Shel you’d be my Maid of Honor and Sasha, if you'd be a Bridesmaid? I've already asked Connie to be a Bridesmaid as well." Shel and Sasha look at each other in surprise and huge grins as they turn to me. "We'd love, too!" they say in unison.