Sam Twilight Novels & Stories

He carried out her others, and they went back to the ceremony, while Pablo went to his duty post to check if all are still in order. Samantha was trying her best to make sure that she will seduce Stormie and make him drink into a stupor so that she will carry out her plans tonight by sleeping with him to make her get pregnant by all means and not only that, she wants to become the future Queen of Twilight pack. And since she heard that prophecy that she will not marry Stormie, she decided to false herself on the prince and make sure that the prophecy will not happen Suddenly, Stormie decided to ask her that

And that brings me a certain satisfaction. I watch my mate straighten her spine, and her eyes lock on Mace and his mate with purpose. With her pussy wolf boyfriend, Sloane marches right up to the pair of them. Twyla is a pretty female and she knows it. She has long strawberry blonde hair, but rather small tits that seem at odds with her other proportions, long legs, big ass. But the Alpha’s daughter of the ShadowFang pack has nothing on my mate. Sloane remains the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, with hair of silky black, creamy skin, and eyes blue-black. Perfection in all ways. But Twyla eyes Sloane with distaste. Sloane had my brother first, has his cub, and those are things the she-bi

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

She said helplessly, "Come in and talk here." Scarlett entered the room and explained everything to Larissa. "So you caught a clone?" Larissa asked in surprise. Scarlett answered, "Yes. Mr. Hamilton suspected that Twilight didn't die and that she had something to do with his memory loss." Nobody had ever found Twilight's corpse. She had simply disappeared over the years. Since the clones had reappeared, it would mean that Twilight had reappeared, too. Larissa recalled what Twilight once said. "20 years ago, Ambrose had been genetically modified.

Scarlett and Chloe return my greeting, their smiles bright and welcoming, but Winter remains silent, her lips pursed in a thin line. "Alright, let's go grab some food," Scarlett announces, her voice filled with enthusiasm. Winter looks anxious as she speaks up. "I want to use the restroom." "We'll wait for you," Chloe offers, but Winter shakes her head. "No need. I'll catch up." As Winter walks away, guilt washes over me. I can't help but feel responsible for her sudden departure, and I wonder if there's anything I can do to make things right between us. It's likely that Winter is frightened of sharing the same space with a bloodsucker like me. I don't want to lose her; she saved my life, an

She sprinted into the woods, her bare feet bleeding, her clothes torn. Branches whipped her face, rain blinded her, but she didn’t stop. She couldn't. Freedom was just ahead. She could feel it. Taste it. --- But Mason was faster. He tackled her from behind, slamming her into the ground. Claire screamed, thrashing wildly. Mason’s hand closed around her throat, squeezing. "You stupid little—" he hissed. Claire clawed at his arm, desperate. Black spots danced in her vision. She couldn’t breathe.

"That would be better. But I still want to know who you are to my brother." Twilight's eyes widened slightly. "Brother?" She had assumed this strange young woman might be Seth's Luna or fiancée, given the confidence in her stance. The woman raised a snobbish brow, as if demanding an answer to her previous question. "I..." Twilight hesitated. She didn’t want anyone to know she was mated to Seth yet. "I'm actually no one. I just needed a place to stay, and Mr. Seth was kind enough to offer."

Waking up today wasn’t my intention. I had a long day ahead of me and of course, I’m always the one who has to work hard. I wasn’t an adopted child, I wasn’t a stepdaughter, but I had an annoying twin sister. Veronica Summers, my identical twin was the opposite of me. She was pampered more by my mum and dad and always caused trouble - of course, I’m always the one to be blamed.

Everyday, I ask God why, out of all the people in the world, he chose me to give an obnoxious, pain-in-the-ass twin sister. It doesn’t help that she looks good enough to eat. Dressed in a bright red cardigan with the Vancouver Titans logo plastered across the front, a black mini skirt, and thigh high black boots, Sylvia Whitmore is everything I’m not — stylish, gorgeous and confident of her place in the world. “I didn’t realize people like you were allowed in here,” she says brightly, flipping her glossy hair over one shoulder. “What are you doing here, sis?” I look away, ignoring her completely.

My heart hammered against my ribs as my eyes scanned the screen, desperate. Please... please... And then I saw it. Bold. Unmistakable. Aurora Roy. A squeal escaped my lips before I could stop it. I... I actually made it? No mistake. Clearwater Pack. Me. Congratulations, you've qualified for the Tryouts at Twilight Academy. I blinked. Stared. Blinked again. Twilight Academy, the most prestigious school in the shifter world. Only the best of the best. And somehow, impossibly, I had been chosen.