Lemon Fanfiction Twilight Novels & Stories

It didn't make sense, I really shouldn't get attracted to this man I'm supposed to be spying on, plus the fact that I have always hated his kind and even murdered them since I turned eighteen. I managed to get down from the bed and move to the table to take the drug Alec had left for me. After I had consumed it, I picked up my phone to check the time and thankfully it was still some minutes past six which meant I haven't missed Tee's 'appointment'' with me. I sat down back on the bed, phone in hand as I recalled the events of earlier on. Going out with Leila had been surprisingly comfortable and anything but inconvenient, she had easily blended with me and made me feel at ease that I had alm

Seeing that his human felt betrayed and misunderstood him, he chose to clarify his stand. "Flameheart," Emberwing decided to further explain, his voice more solemn than ever before, "there exists a bond between Damon and myself, but not of the nature you might fear." He paused, struggling to find the words to explain the unexplainable. "On the day we encountered Damon, near the enchanted forest of the white witches, I managed to attach a sliver of my consciousness to him. Not a bond, but a tether, allowing me insight into his thoughts, plans, and even his location, all unbeknownst to him."

Why did she get the good looks while I was as thin as a stick? "You look like you've seen a ghost," Amelia said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and kept walking. Her laugh trailed behind me. .... It was almost nine, everyone in the crescent moon pack gathered in the Alpha's throne room for the feast. There was a really large table set in the Middle for a great many. I sat there and watch the feast, laughter and merriments could be heard but suddenly, the moon suddenly turned red. It was the red moon! Kayden

I smirked, leaning in, " I don’t need proof to destroy you,tomorrow night, Damon will mark me,I’ll be Luna,and when that happens, you’ll be nothing but a shadow." Her smile faltered, yes that exactly what I want,I continue, "Imagine it, Lilith,Damon’s mark on my skin,His love binding me, His body with mine, thrusting slowly inside my,you know, but don't worry, I’ll tell you afterward how perfect it is, How he chose me, not you." she snapped, "Shut up!" I tilted my head, savoring her rage, “You hate it, don’t you? That he’ll never look at you the way he looks at me,That tomorrow night, I’ll be his Luna in every way, and the mother of he's pup ," I smirk.

It doesn't feel like it's already night. "Soon, the lycans will defy your rules, King Alan. OMG! There's a lot of money already. It's only been open for a day. Soon, I will be a rich man in the lycan world." Alexa smiled while looking at several lycan couples who were making out.

"I hadn't seen your face in years. Is everything all right?" Amaya covered her mouth to stifle her laughter, which made me smile. "Don't be silly... I've been busy with some important matters, but I've finished them," I explained and kissed her on the head. "What's got you both so animated?" "It's a silly thing from a series we both like," my sister explained. "Turns out I'm not the only Twilight fan in the world; there's another one right here, and she loves Damon Salvatore just like me. She's trying to get me to join her book club to read motherly obscenities."

Even unconscious and bleeding out, he radiated a raw, untamed power that made the very air in the room feel heavy and charged with static electricity. Scarlett’s breath hitched in her throat. This wasn't just any man. This was him. The memories of a life that wasn't hers slammed into her mind like a high-speed train, bringing with them a wave of physical nausea. She wasn't Scarlett the occultist anymore. She was now Scarlett Thorne, the pampered, arrogant villainess of the dark romance novel Crimson Moon. And the man currently dying in her bathtub? That was Caleb Blackwood, the legendary Lycan King of the North.

Ginny moved instantly to support her other side, holding her upright. "They aren't taking them," Leela whispered. Her voice was trembling, but her eyes began to glow with a faint, iridescent light that made the lamps in the room flicker ominously. "They aren't touching Caspian. They aren't touching Briar. And they sure as hell aren't touching the new ones." Damon stood up slowly. He looked at the letter in his hand, then at his son’s terrified, furious face. He folded the parchment with precise, sharp movements and tossed it into the dying fire.

As the tip of his tongue gently caressed and tapped against her lips, Olive, her mind clouded with a hazy sensation, calmly parted her mouth. In that moment, it seemed as if time stood still. Their tongues intertwined, creating a sensation that seemed to envelop not just their mouths but their entire beings. Aaron withdrew from their embrace and gazed deeply into Olive’s eyes, his expression adorned with a warm smile. In a tender voice, he confessed, “It nearly slipped my mind, but I know I must tell you again and again. Olive, I love you.” At that very moment, all of Olive’s anxieties dissipated into thin air. She realized, with absolute certainty, that as long as she remained in the loving

It was beneath her to pursue anything that wasn’t in her grasp. Once the Gardners left, Sylvia slammed her hand on the table in anger. “Damon, what is the meaning of this? I thought we had an agreement!” “You’re the one who thought it was an agreement. You never discussed it with me,” Damon replied in an indifferent tone as he picked up his knife and fork to start his meal. “You… What kind of spell has that Leighton girl put on you? What have you turned into all of a sudden?” His hand paused as he held the knife and fork. The corners of his lips curled into an unwitting smile. “I guess I really am under a spell.”