Scissors Twilight Novels & Stories

Jezebel ranted, but Lambo's hold was so strong that she couldn't move a nerve. Toyota spread her palm sidewards immediately, and Taylor dropped a chopping scissors on it. She took Jezebel's hand from Lambo, and she slid the scissors into her smallest right finger, cutting it completely. "Booosssssss!!!!!" She cried out in anguish as her blood pumped on Toyota's face. "The f**k" Jaemin muttered. "I love you Terminator!" Zenith screamed. "Is she serious right now?" Tiger muttered. "I like her" Chance smiled.

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.

The man would truly go berserk, Bella could be sure of that. Her hair stood on end just imagining it. Julius stepped away. He took something from the nightstand. Bella's breath started to tighten, although she was still very annoyed that Julius wouldn't let her climax. Bella's gaze was no longer blurry. She could clearly see what Julius was carrying. It was scissors and some feathers that Julius would use later. For their game. "W-what do you want?" her words were slightly choked, making her stutter. Seeing those scissors was somewhat horrifying for Bella. She was worried Julius would use them to hurt her until she bled. Like in the man's story.

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.

『.*+ • ᴄʜᴀᴘ.ᴇɪɢʜᴛ• *+.』 ~THURSDAY, THE NEXT DAY Scarlett walked through the halls of the school on a cloudy sunny morning. She pulled up the forearm sleeve of her jacket, no wounds whatsoever. It was confusing her, she knew she had scratches. But maybe her concussions made it all feel real. And the Vampire that almost killed her? Maybe he wasn't real either. She was starting to believe her uncle and accept the reality. She should probably stop reading the Twilight novels.

I screamed. He was taken aback upon seeing me with no control. Mad. F*cking mad. Out of my sanity. I stepped forward as he stepped back. “You... you f*cking, Silva. You f*cking call me a f*cking bitch! I am no slut, nor a wh*re! I am just a bad f*cking bitch who beats men *sses and not f*cking and sucking and riding their f*cking d*cks!” I shout and threw the glass of wine towards him. The glass shattered as his blood drops. The broken glass cut his arms.

Third-person POV Seconds later, a body crashed through the office's window. "Oof, he fucked up," Youhei commented. "You hit the wrong woman, you pathetic piece of crap," Twilight said while coming out of the pack house and wiping the blood from her nose. "Come on and duel me if you're the so-called man you claim to be. I'll even level the playing field and not involve shifting or weapons. Unless you’re scared of facing little old me as I am."

"Then if she refuses I'll kill her loved ones off one by one, it makes no difference to me. This is a war, and I'm always the winner in those." Quix held out his hand to the side and his scythe appeared in a swirl of black. Atropos's eyes glowed a deep pink and Quix's white orbs faded away. He held a hand to his head and his scythe vanished. "What's going on?" Quix demanded as he looked around. "How'd you do that?" Holly demanded as she looked back at the woman.

“You have to cut the connection!” “I can’t— it’s inside me!” He reached her in a blur, grabbing her wrist and forcing her hand downward. Their fingers overlapped around the scythe’s handle, the combined power of their essence igniting the weapon in brilliant light. “Then we sever it together!” They drove the scythe downward, plunging it into the ground. Light exploded from the point of impact, tearing through the corrupted energy in violent, sweeping arcs. The entity shrieked, its form fracturing into shards of black glass that screamed as they fell.

The scent alone could’ve brought the dead back to life—lavender, orange peel, soft hints of honeyed sandalwood. I stood by the window while he worked, eyes fixed far beyond the glass. The Twilight Court lay below like a tapestry of starlight—golden dots flickering between deep purple haze and the slow drift of clouds. Everything down there moved like time didn’t quite exist. I shivered. The night air licked at my bare arms. I folded them tightly around myself, exhaling through the ache in my chest. “Your bath is ready,” Rhaenan said quietly from behind me. I didn’t move at first.