Jasper Hale Twilight Novels & Stories

That man had thought of everything and was worth his weight in gold. We rode in First Class. While it was still daylight, Jase enjoyed looking out the window to the fluffy, white clouds, saying "Pretty" as he pointed to them. He fell asleep after nightfall. He looked so happy while he was sleeping, and was truly the most beautiful child that I had ever seen. I wasn't just being prejudice because he was my son. No; dhampir children were extremely beautiful. "Too bad we aren't in the Learjet," I said to Leila, and then leaned in to whisper. "We could join the Mile High Club."

Lara recalled the cluster of security men converging on the helipad, blurred glimpses of an incredibly large white villa, and heat that only increased the nonstop pounding behind her temples. Jet lag had finally caught up with her. A rueful grimace slanted her face as she gingerly slid out of bed to gratefully appreciate that the ground beneath her feet was no longer rocking. It was dark outside. Locating the bedside light, Lara glanced at her watch. “8 pm… Are you kidding me?” The housekeeper, at least Lara assumed the warm, matronly woman who had come to her assistance was the housekeeper, had been a merciful savior. She had taken charge, banishing Christophe and helping Lara to bed.

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.

He had been observing the red-haired vampire as she spoke with the other female through the glass doors of the art gallery. “Mason!” Dylan phoned once more. Mason yelled out, "Coming," and started to move with the rest of the group. When Mason joined them, Dylan commented, "So, she was hot, you know, for a dead person." Dylan was a werewolf who was 37 years old and had stopped growing since he was in his late 20s. Like Mason, he was tall and slim, but when his dark hair wasn't tied back, it hung to his shoulders.

He says as he pulls a package out of his bag and hands it to me. "Oh, what is it?" I remove the cloth that covers the package, it is a very old book with a blood red cover and despite the years is still in good condition. I caress the cover of the book, on it we can read the pack of the twilight. "This is a very old book, the family tree of our pack. " I opened the book, my fingers shaking. I had been wanting to know everything about this community that piques my curiosity for so long, I couldn't believe it.

It’s surprisingly fun. Haley is in a blush pink halter bikini with short, gray jogging shorts. It’s cute how Carrick stands over her like a watchdog. This is also ironically funny because he’s a werewolf. The boys are in board shorts and white tank tops. Carrick and Haley desperately rush off to a private corner, and Juliet gazes around solemnly before she heads to the drink bar.

“We kill everyone. If we’re going to war anyway, we take out all our enemies, so when Tessa takes over, it’s with a clean slate. I already alerted Billy that if anything happens to me, he’ll be stepping in until she’s ready.” Tapping his cigarette against the table, he shook his head and smirked. “And Lord help whoever the fuck stands in her way. That’s one shit list I wouldn’t care to be on.” “You’re not lying.” Haldir took the cases in his hand and knocked his fist against the table. “Alright, I’m heading off to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow night.” When Haldir walked out the door, Jasper slumped down in his chair and wiped his hand across his mouth when suddenly, from behind him, a pair of s

By then Jasmine’s arm had been set, and she was taking painkillers, but the drugs coming out of her system combined with their grueling pace took their toll. Humans were never meant to keep pace with a Haunt. “If we don’t do something soon, she’s not going to make it back to Keilor,” Raziel said quietly as they ate. Jasmine lay on a pallet on one of the higher pieces of swampland. Thin insect netting shrouded her from head to toe, but they could still see her pallor through the veil. Her breath sounded harsh over the calls of insects and swamp birds. Mathin looked off through the raised tree roots to where Isfael stood guard in the deepening gloom. He was in Haunt, and somewhat protected fro

“No… no, not like this–” Tasha collapsed first, eyes fluttering shut. “Vivian!” Jasper shouted, stumbling toward her before his knees buckled. Julian dropped to the ground, his gun slipping from his grasp. Vivian’s vision blurred, the world tilting. She heard footsteps, measured, deliberate, approaching through the trees. The last thing she saw before darkness claimed her was the silhouette of men in black, closing in. And then, nothing. * *

The voice of the rogue suddenly sheds its electronic distortion, running parallel with the sharpening image of a skull marking on the screen. Michael’s heart drops into his stomach as he recognizes the specific tribal ink and the guttural cadence of the voice. "I know the exact den," Michael roars, leaping over the stone table and sprinting toward the courtyard where his personal transport sits. Tito Hale and Jackie Jackson are instantly at his back. Tito Hale's wolf harbors a deep terror of high altitudes, but the alpha doesn't hesitate as he hooks his harnesses into the cabin next to Michael.