Jane Twilight Novels & Stories

(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

She rubbed her forehead with her index finger while her eyes were shut. The room was partially dark. She disregarded switching on the light when she walked in, and she had no energy to stand up to switch it on. Caitlyn shifted and laid her head on the arm of the chair. "A short nap would boost my energy a little," She thought and allowed her tired mind slowly drift to sleep. “What are you doing here?” Caitlyn asked the man standing before her with a smile. She stuttered as a result of the surprise of her sudden visitor. She was busy with something she couldn't recall when she heard a knock on the door.

It's a full moon already, and the weather is so cold to extent that most people in Twilight town, had to gather some pieces of firewood to warm themselves the guards made sure that the people were thoroughly guided this time around and nobody wants to be punished by Pablo and the prince as well and even the way the maidens dressed tonight was charming and they all look beautiful, even some of the elders and the guards can not stop looking at what they have seen so far. The prince and the princess of Twilight Nation entered immediately, and the whole crowd stood up, and bowed to them

she admitted softly. “Of what?” Hadzen asked, his voice gentle. “Of losing this,” she said, her fingers curling against his chest. “Of losing you.” Hadzen cupped her face in his hands, his gaze steady and unwavering. “You won’t,” he promised. “Not if I can help it.” But as the first rays of dawn began to filter into the room, reality crept back in, unbidden. Winter sat up, pulling the sheet around her as she gazed out the window. The sunlight painted her hair with golden highlights, making her look almost ethereal.

She added, gazing down as tears slipped her cheek. " What do you think about being the bride instead? " Jason Arrington questioned and Claire raised her gaze to him. " What?... What do you mean? " Claire asked. " I know you have no parents and you are obviously poor. What if I gave you a million dollars, huh? " " Why… Why would you want to give me a million dollars? " Claire questioned. " Because you will take Josie's place. You will become the bride and your name, Claire Walker will cease to exist. " Jason said.

she whispered under her breath and began to approach too. Her eyes locked onto Silence first. “Grandpa.” Silence’s breath seized as she jumped to hug him. “Dad said you’re coming today,” she said, breaking the hug. “It's so good to see you. I'm Dawn,” she grinned ear to ear. Dawn looked a lot like Tatiana — features, traits, and talents. "Dawn King," Zade went speechless momentarily taking in her beauty. "She is famous actress, won so many awards. Youngest to acheive what she has now and damn she is..." A pause, lips parted in awe. "Stunning."

Sarah leaned back against her couch, a glass of wine in her hand, the room dimly lit by the glow of her TV. Her mind was swirling with frustration and indignation over her earlier conversation with James. His dismissive attitude and hollow promises were beginning to wear on her, but she wasn’t about to let him win. She was determined to remind him that she wasn’t a woman to be ignored.

Jane said, her voice dropping into a flat, distant tone that carried a sudden, chilling chill. She picked up her crystal glass, swirling the amber liquid inside with a slow, hypnotic rhythm before draining it completely. "Do you honestly think you are the first woman to try and trap a Hudson man with a crisis?" Jane stared out over the dark, sweeping expanse of the manicured gardens, her aristocratic features hardening into a mask of pure, unadulterated bitterness.

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.