Irina Twilight Novels & Stories

This was what it mеant to bе truly alivе, to burn with such sеaring brightnеss that thе rеst of thе world palеd into insignificancе. Timе sееmеd to splintеr and twist around thеm, еach sеcond an еtеrnity trappеd in thе throеs of unrеlеnting passion. Sarah barеly rеgistеrеd thе sounds bеing torn from hеr own lips – nееdy whimpеrs and guttural moans that sеrvеd as a brеathlеss aria to thе unholy joining of thеir bodiеs.

Then two of them, moving like they’d seen a ghost, turned around and rushed out without a word, the door thudding behind them. Only one girl stayed. She hesitated, but then stepped closer, offering a small, careful smile. Her hair was long and deep red, her eyes clear and gentle, something calming about her even as my nerves buzzed wild. “Hi,” she said softly, “I’m Inara. I’m a witch. New too, just… less dramatic.” I forced myself to stand, shoulders stiff, hands hidden in my sleeves. “Violet,” I said, voice rough.

She hated herself for it. She jerked away, standing abruptly. “I’m tired. I should sleep,” she said quickly, avoiding his gaze. Ryan studied her for a moment longer before rising to his feet. “As you wish,” he said curtly. He turned and left without another word, the door clicking softly behind him. Claire sagged against the bed, her knees weak. She reached under the pillow and clutched the silver key tightly. Change the ending... Could she really do it? Could she rewrite her twisted fate?

It was one of the few times I had cursed, and that alone should have made it clear just how irritated and angry I was. “I am sorry,” she said, exhaling like she had been holding it in for hours. “She is Ida Bennet. Aleksander’s ex fiancée.” She finally said it. And honestly, I was not even surprised. They had been all over each other just minutes ago. It was clear there had been something between them. Something real. “And you did not care to tell me?” I asked, my voice cracking as tears threatened to fall again. “I told you before, I cannot put myself in the middle of you and Aleksander’s business just because I am your assistant,” she said quietly.

"Scarlett." ******

But instead, I saw a beautiful, young lady with wild, dark hair dancing in the wind and dressed in a skimpy dark red dress. “Hmmm… one of the Clarkson twins,” she murmured in a seductive tone while looking down at me and Xeno. She even smacked her lips as if Xeno was some kind of delectable dessert! But when her eyes went on me, they glinted with interest as if she knew who I really am. “And you! You are not supposed to be in here!” she uttered, her voice sounding angry at me.

"Laura, a brazen idiot is taunting me. Come here, and take a few wolves with you so that I can teach her a lesson. "Her surname is Sawyer. I've never seen her before in the neighboring packs. "Yes, she's a black wolf…" Before she could finish, a shrill scream rang out through the receiver. "Are you crazy? Why would you call me after picking a fight with that killing machine? Don't drag me into this if you're that determined to seal your own fate! From today onward, you and I are nothing more than strangers!" Irina stared at the phone helplessly. The other side had ended the call. She became flustered.

Theon’s eyes widened in shock, mouth opening as if to speak, but no words came. Slowly, I turned to face her. Marissa. Or Tatiana, as she’d once been called. Her true name, the name that she was born with. I refused to want to see her as a Marissa, the weak woman that she has become. But then again, names were irrelevant now. She was a different woman now, a different person. She stood before me, bathed in the eerie glow of the setting sun filtering through the shattered windows, her hair cascading around her face, eyes glinting with dark amusement. My breath caught at her beauty, as perfect as the day I’d lost her, no, as perfect as the day she betrayed me. As perfect as I've seen her, and

When Birdie Ortiz heard the gentle voice, she tensed up like an angry cat. "Iris, why are you here?" Birdie glared at her warily. Iris smiled. "You don't have to treat me like I'm your enemy. I acknowledge that you're a prodigy." Birdie hummed proudly. "Of course, I'm a prodigy. I'm the head researcher at Twilight!" A subtle hint of anger flashed by Iris' eyes. The Twilight Group had recruited many mad scientists. Some originated from the Mayer Medical Center like Iris, and some were unnamed prodigies like Birdie.