Marcus Twilight 소설 & 이야기

WINTER'S POV Finally, the day is here when I am officially engaged to Warren Aspen; I will be Mrs Warren Sophia. After a lot of thinking, I have decided to give this marriage a chance. Aspen is also a human-like me and I know one day he will love me. Our marriage will also be like a normal marriage one day.2

Luca held Grace. Derek held Hope. Derek Jr. slept. We were a family. The four of us. And the children. The painting watched. The doorbell rang. Luca answered. A man stood there. Tall. Dark hair. No scar. He said his name was Marcus. But Marcus was dead. He smiled. He said he was the real Marcus. The one who had died was his twin. He said he had come to take what was his. Hope. He pulled out a knife.

The memories started coming again… the cold woods, the cave, the blue-eyed stranger, the night he f*ck*d me, the pregnancy, the birth of the twin Alpha pups, and how I lived at Kael’s pack. As soon I was done, Scarlett’s face had gone pale.“Twins with Alpha blood,” she breathed. “That mark on your thigh… it is not a normal mate mark. It is something darker.” Before I could ask more, Nyx pushed forward hard inside me. "It is time," she said, her voice loud and clear. "Leave the pups with your mother. Come with me." Scarlett noticed right away. “Go,” she said quickly. “I will guard them with my life. No one will touch my grandsons tonight.”

Yvonne asked me to focus on a beam of light on the ceiling. I concentrated on the light. After a few minutes, she asked gently, “Who are you?” “Aurora Twilight.” “Do you know Harry Chalamet?” “Yes, I do.” “No, you don’t.” “I do. I know him. No… I don’t know him.” “You don’t know him.” “I… don’t know him.”

THE TWILIGHT COURT Maerwynn’s POV The city emerged like something out of a dream. It clung to the mountains, glowing softly with an otherworldly light. The buildings looked like crystal, impossibly tall and delicate, and the towers shimmered as though spun from the night sky itself. The light wasn’t from the sun—not the kind I knew. This place lived in twilight, where day and night held hands, casting the city in a perpetual, silvery glow. Light veins carved into mountaintops, glowing against the midnight sky. There was beauty here, haunting and fragile.

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.

And I decided to change, to stop the drug lifestyle I had started and to take my life back. I opened a bookstore, which is doing quite well, I even have an assistant. It was much later that I learned who this mysterious man was. Calvin Lloyd, the alpha of the Twilight Pack. He had given me a mischievous look before holding out his hand, eyes as blue as the sky, he must have been twenty-eight years old. It was his hand that he had caressed his sex, I think I blushed when I recognized it. I didn't grab his hand and for three years now we've been fighting a cold war, me to hide the attraction I have for him, and him because he's a big jerk and nothing else. I wonder if he knows it was me that d

Eric replied with a smile and while Ste-phen returned to his work Eric's phone dinged. It was a reply from Twilight on the his annoucement of leaving tomorrow. Twilight: Can I come with you? Eric mouth opened but didn't say a word. Her reply caught him off guard. His fingers flies over his keyboard as he reply. Eric: No you can't. Twilight: Why not? Eric exhaled. He can't explain this on text. He'll need to see her. Her message popped again. Twilight: Ah, I forgot for a moment I was exiled. I'm sorry. But, hope you take long. Where are you? We have a movie to watch together, remember?

“Hello, sister.” The voice was male. Calm. Young. But it's cold. Celeste froze. “Who is this?” “You’re looking at my people on your screens right now,” the voice said. “I’m the one Mom told you about. Well… one of them.” Her heart stopped. “Aaron?” “Not exactly.” The voice laughed, low and cruel. “Aaron’s my twin. I’m Marcus — the one they didn’t want you to know existed.” Her mother gasped. She grabbed the phone. “That’s impossible. You died! I saw—”