Phil Dwyer Twilight Novels & Stories

Eric frowned slightly, curious, but he decided to stay silent. Twilight turned and headed toward the small building, but before she could reach it, the door creaked open, revealing her father stepping out. Twilight froze, locking eyes with the man. He looked slightly disheveled, and the stench of alcohol surrounded him. "You’re back early," he said, eyeing her with a questioning look. "I..." Twilight hesitated. "I lost my job." The confession hung in the air for a moment before Manson, her father, barked out a small laugh.

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.

Dexter barely glanced at her before turning back to the board. “What happened between you and the loser?” she asked curiously, oblivious to the vein that ticked at the side of Dexter’s jaw. Twilight pressed on. “I tried to warn you about him. He’s an outcast and loves to stay that way—” “What’s your point?” Dexter cut her off, his voice tinged with anger and irritation. Twilight cleared her throat nervously. “Alright,” she hesitated as his demeanor shifted to something colder. “I was just wondering if you’re single or something.”

Craig said proudly. Lana spoke without looking up. “Craig, if you don’t have work to do, I can find something for you. We love you both together, just not when the sexual tension is still so much.” Craig immediately sat up straighter. “I’m suddenly very busy, thank you very much.” Victoria smirked. “Amazing recovery.” The moment the clock struck 4 o'clock, Craig was the first one to stand up, cracking all the bones in his body. “Finally! I will see you witches tomorrow, hopefully.” He said, stuffing his laptop in his bag and strutting off as he whistled ‘Oh happy day' and occasionally threw a step or two.

The amount of money on that credit card was more than enough to fund all their needs. I wondered if Pamela thought she would be willed anything. After all, Freya knew nothing about her. Well, except for her face when she took her last breath. There was no reason for Pamela to be here. I kept my eyes on her nonetheless. I was still suspicious that she came of her own accord, but still, I was glad. Our plan would work perfectly. And then it got to my turn. Freya willed something to me; I was dumbfounded when the lawyer said I was willed two companies. RAD Corp and Tearang group, the same company I had tried to steal.

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.

Farrah didn’t hesitate to follow, curiously looking at the person inside the room. It was a man, shirtless, with an outstanding figure. He was holding hefty dumbbells with both hands. In Farrah’s estimate, this dumbbell probably weighs gigantic. The man finally noticed Twilight and Farrah. With a distorted face, he screeched. “What the h*ck is your problem, old hag? Not even knocking! And who the hell is this woman?” Sadly, it didn't affect Twilight even when called an Old Hag. She just tilted her chin and said to Farrah, “Dr. Lee, the sharp-shooter of the team, Patrick.”