James Off Twilight Novels & Stories

"Morsen." Paige straightened her back and nodded subtly. "Sir." "I was expecting you'd be here earlier than what I told you. I wasn't wrong to think that those people will start sniffing on our grounds soon. You're lucky the news hasn't reached the bigger sharks in that industry. Otherwise, we'd be on a total disaster," Dominican sounded reprimanding Paige for being late but his calm tone betrayed himself.

I am looking forward to it. Before they could ask me the matter, James, my delta, tightened his nose. He had found his mate two years back when he was just sixteen and today was here to just chill, because I commanded him. His expressions sent me a clear signal that he was ready to bite those fat-asses, but I gestured him not to. Those rogues had sensed it. Turning towards Noah and James, they knew what they had landed themselves into. It was still a good time for them to leave. One of them noticed the color change in James’ eyes. He was ready to shift.

I understood her though, James worked a lot. Even when he wasn't working with Damon, he was attending to his own dealings out in the city. He's into part-time real estate. We bid them goodbye and James and Mavis headed off in the direction of their home in the Dawn Light section. Parts of the pack had been sectioned off and aptly named for convenience and easier movement and direction.

Theron's POV The day of the event was finally here. This is the day I officially put Twilight on the map. Another success to celebrate. Many of my past lovers have been calling nonstop to accompany me to the event but I turned them all down. I don't want any drama tonight so I decided to just go alone.

they say in unison. "Awesome! Thank you both so much!" Jason turns to my brothers asking, "Frankie will you be my Best Man and Will one of my Groomsmen? I've also asked Dom to be Groomsmen." Frankie and Will agree right away and they seem happy. The countdown begins; Jason has me on the dance floor during a slow dance and kisses me when the ball drops at midnight. "I love you, Mar. I can't wait to meet our children in June," he whispers against my mouth.

” Michael said as he bowed his head and clasped his hands in front of him. When James got to us, he took his hand around my waist and pushed me behind him, I complied not knowing what was about to happen. ”Look at me.” James demanded and Michael slowly rose his head and looked at his Alpha. James stared at him, his eyes were pitch black, Chase stepped back and so did Amanda, his alpha aura alone was enough to make others move away, and then James’s aura on top of that was, magical in some twisted sense. Who was this man?

I smiled, “Come closer, do it,’ I taunted. I could feel that anger surging, my fingers aching to grab him, to wrap my hand around his neck, squeeze until there is no life in his eye. “The servant, where is he?” he asked James. James looked scared, “he is gone, we couldn’t find him,” he said, his voice sounding nothing like the cocky man from earlier. Nyx's hand shot out, and James dropped to his knees, his hands clawing at his neck, fighting for his breath. I kept my expression stoic as I watched, I had seen Crescent do this, command wolves and they fell to their knees. “You are weak, just like Jonathan was,” he growled.

“I was waiting for it…” Elijah frowned. “Now what, James?” “If I win, I get to kiss Starlight under the mistletoe. If you win, then… you do,” James suggested. Elijah’s frown grew. “Seriously, dude? No!” “I could just do it,” James said. “This way I’m giving you a chance to stop me.” Looking at his cousin, Elijah sighed. Knowing Starlight, she’d let him kiss her on the cheek. James was already getting what he wanted: Elijah’s reaction.

If Twilight understood that waiting could also be a form of love, perhaps she wouldn't have chosen the extremes. Larissa's expression shifted. She shouted, "Mister!" … Meanwhile, Ambrose had just left his office. The stock market incident had come to an end, and Twilight had no chance to turn the tides. Ambrose quickly scanned the text message that he had just received from Max. Max notified him of Twilight's death and was cleaning up the remaining clones. The situation would be under their control shortly. Ambrose looked into the distance and said plainly, "Not all the clones are dead. This isn't over."

(Salvatore's POV) I watch as chaos unfolds before me, the ever-present twilight casting eerie shadows on the panicked faces of humans. They scurry like frightened rats, huddling together and seeking shelter from the strange phenomenon that has plagued London for weeks now. Their fear is palpable, thick in the air, and I cannot help but feel a pang of sympathy for them. They are so fragile, their lives dictated by forces they can neither comprehend nor control. Steeling myself, I delve deeper into the heart of the city, determined to uncover the truth behind this unnatural darkness. The perpetual twilight has stirred unease within me, igniting a relentless curiosity that refuses to be quenche