Rosalie Twilight 소설 & 이야기

Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her face was makeup free. Jogging downstairs, Rosalie stopped in the passageway that led to the kitchen as she peeked in to see the loving sight of Melody serving Benjamin. Clearing her throat caught their attention as they smiled at her, “Oh, good morning, Rosalie, are you joining us for breakfast?” Melody asked as Rosalie smiled, “I usually start my morning with a run, so, unfortunately, I can’t,” Rosalie said as Melody nodded in understanding, “It’s alright, sweetheart, I understand, and I assume you’ll be running with the twins?” She asked, glancing over Rosalie’s shoulder, causing her to turn around to find the twins, who smirked at her in am

They came next. The scent of so many roses that it almost made her eyes water…her closed eyes. Rain opened them and then let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. It wasn’t too bright but the curtains were drawn, almost like the sun was just setting and the moon was getting ready to rise. Memories of what happened before the darkness consumed her flitted through her mind.

"She is OK; you are the one acting like an arrogant wolf!" Rosalie retorted. Sarah burst into laughter. She was 17 years old and stunning. She exuded self-assurance like any other strong, alpha female. Rosalie introduced herself to Sarah with courtesy and enthusiasm, saying, "I am happy to meet you, Sarah, and I hope you will join me for the next hunt." "It is forbidden for me to participate in the hunt until I reach the age of 18. I am 17 now. However, there is still one year left." She let out a sigh.

"Mr. Hamilton, you're finally awake!" It was no surprise that Larissa could cure Ambrose. Scarlett said, "There are reports of the appearance of clones who are attacking wealthy people. Things aren't looking great!" Just then, an image flashed past the television screen in the living room. It showed a person in a black cloak and silver mask. Larissa and Ambrose recognized her immediately—that was Twilight! 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!"

(RORY’S POV) I was biting my lip and swinging my hands as I walked into the house through the hallway. I wanted to take the stairs back to my room with the intention of cuddling up with my phone and talking to Todd. Maybe before or after that, I would have chosen to intentionally daydream by repeating the almost-kiss moment in my head. And right in the middle of my jolly good moment, someone cleared her throat and interrupted me. “Why do you look like you got away with stealing a million dollars?” Rosalie asked. I saw that she was dressed in her pajamas even though it was only a little past six thirty pm.

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.

Each wanting to toast him and get in a good word for their companies - while others tried playing matchmakers with their daughters. Zeke stood under the low-hung chandeliers, his golden blonde hair falling over his symmetrical face in a perfect arc. The golden hue of the lights bounced off his tall figure, making his every frown or smile look even more charming and angelic in a rather far annoying way. He flicked his sleeves, his silk black robes with silver embroidered threads catching the light - flaunting every grace and charm he had.

Rosalie’s intelligence scared them. Elena was perfect, she got the best qualities of the family, Elena was tanned, had beautiful golden locks and bright blue eyes, the kind that attracted men. she had a smile to die for. Whereas Rosalie had her father’s dark straight black hair, her mother’s brown dull eyes, and she didn’t smile much. It’s not that she didn’t like to smile. She never found a reason to. She didn’t feel emotions like her family did. Because she didn’t get out much, she was unnaturally pale.

Just because he was the only one among them speaking to me like an actual person doesn't mean he won't kill me like the others I saw him decapitate. It should scare me, speaking to him. Instead, it made me feel oddly safe, which was probably the most disturbing thing of all. "Why am I here?" I asked, needing to understand. "And don't give me some vague answer. I want the truth." Noir studied my face for a long moment, his expression unreadable. "To let everyone in our world know that you're under our protection," he said finally. "No one will touch you while you're with us," His eyes scanned the crowd strangely before they settled on me again. "They already know you are Elijah's sister, that

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.”