Marcus Twilight Novels & Stories

On the other hand, Dustine's life never been so wonderful there's always fighting and chaos everywhere he looked but because of Dawn and their kids, Solana and Kiran which means 'sunshine' and 'ray of light', they're indeed the brightest gift for them even though they preferred hiding in darkness. Darkness where they found each other's comfort and hide the identity that in reality won't ever be accepted and remain as fantasy. They were once afraid of light and always will be, but if it's the light that gave for them they will never want to hide in the darkness of pain, silence and fear. They wanted to be sought by Solana and Kiran's light forever and conquer the darkness that pushed them int

"Why?" “By giving a curse to them, they will pass the mass executions that Martha had done in the early days of the government. Their weak bodies, which would die before they reached the age of seventeen, would prevent Martha from touching them because, technically, she would no longer need to kill them all. That said, half-blood witches living in the present are much better off. They just being the subject of people's scorn, not meeting their death," Mitchell touched his shoulder, channeling the magical energy he had not felt for a long time, moving to restore his strength. "Did you see the man sitting beside me earlier? His name is Hugo Lockwood—" "I know."

Twilight looked into the camera and said, "Everyone, I'm here to let you know that tomorrow's stock market will go down in history. Have fun!" Then, she raised her wine glass at the camera before the broadcast ended. Scarlett asked in confusion, "What … is Twilight trying to do?" Larissa frowned. She had a vague idea of Twilight's plans. Ambrose's expression was grim. He said, "Twilight has gone mad." Twilight first took advantage of the clones to control numerous wealthy people. But no one could tell if those individuals were still human. Nobody would know if they got cloned. Then, Twilight attacked the stock market.

Mark I stood in that crappy house of his, watching Alex passed out on the mattress, his face all slack like he didn’t have a care in the world. My hands wouldn’t stop clenching and unclenching on my knees, nails digging in, because every time I looked at him I saw Marcus again, or at least the reason Marcus ended up dead. My fraternal twin. The guy who dragged himself through all kinds of crap just so we wouldn’t starve, and now everybody acts like it’s nothing, like we can just sweep it under the rug and move on. Screw that. I’d been waiting days for this, parked near Alex’s building, watching, planning, making sure when the chance came I wouldn’t mess it up. And yeah, I used that rag an

The slanting sunlight poured in, casting scattered, mesmerizing shadows on him, adding a layer of captivating charm. Marcus Smith, 28 years old, the third young master of the Smith family, graduated from Harvard University and took over Noblefull Group four years ago. With his talent and abilities, he made a name for himself in the business world within a few short years, elevating Noblefull Group to new heights. His iron-fisted style and decisive decision-making consistently made him unbeatable in the business world, wielding immense influence. At the same time, he was known as a playboy president. With his immense wealth and handsome appearance, Marcus was the object of affection for elite

“Just thirsty… Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Dad mumbled something incoherent and shifted but didn’t wake up. Marcus set his glass down and stood up, towering over me. He was so much bigger than I remembered — muscular arms straining against his black button-up, the top few buttons undone to show a hint of chest hair. “You’re not interrupting,” he murmured, stepping closer until I could smell his cologne mixed with whiskey. “But walking around like that… you’re playing a dangerous game, little girl.”

Everywhere was dark. He slowly got up and put on the lights in his bedroom. He walked out of his bedroom and came by the staircase. He saw his parents on their kneels. He found it hard to believe that Wyatt was pointing a gun at them. "Please..... please kill me,Wyatt....Just have mercy on my family... I'm begging you"Tobias pleaded as hot tears rolled down his cheeks. Wyatt aimed at his mother, Martha. He pulled the trigger.... It was as if he was watching a movie....

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.