Second Twilight Novels & Stories

He let out a small huff, "You owe me more than just that." I looked up quickly, our eyes locked, and suddenly I found myself lying down with him close. "I meant what I said before. I want you to be with me." I tried to wriggle free, "Mr. Lloyd, you can't be serious, please let me go." His eyes looked so sad, and I felt a tear from his eye touch my face. "Wendy, don't you remember me at all?" "Mr. Lloyd, you..." "Just call me Thomas."

There could be no more twilight marathons and popcorn. No more slumber parties with make overs and laughs and giggles. We were both different. We both have mates, and April is expecting. We both are damaged well past mending to what we could have been. This was what life was now. Two 16 year old girls, one has control of over hundreds of wolves, and the other a stealthy killer.We stay there like that for awhile, our eyes now closed. We breathed and let what seems to be the weight of the world press down on us.

He looked at me, confused, and I pulled him to the balcony. It was cold outside. I could see tiny flakes of snow falling from the sky. The little ray of sun was almost gone, casting a little glow over the horizon. It was beautiful. We snuggled against each other to gather body heat. I relaxed under his warmth and all the surging emotions I had earlier disappeared. "Let's watch the snow," I whispered. He placed a kiss on the crook of my neck and held me tighter. And just like that, we stood there in each other's arms, watching as tiny snowflakes fell from the sky and as the little ray of the sun cast a brilliant glow on the trees.

“I think I understand. Do you mind telling me how you ended up the way you did?” “I would very much. It’s not that I don't trust you or anything. It is, but I'd rather not talk about it.” “I'm not going to stick my nose where it doesn't belong, but if you decide that you want to talk about it, I have two ears that'll be ready to listen. C'mon, it's time for bed.” Twilight was lying on his bed while he was taking a quick shower and getting changed. She already showered and changed into another one of his shirts. When Takumi entered his room, he didn't expect Twilight to be on his bed.

Both of them gave her unreadable looks. “We need to talk,” Dexter said flatly. Twilight shook her head. “I need to be somewhere right now. Excuse me,” she said, trying to walk past, but Dexter grabbed her arm. Her gaze snapped back to his, her brow furrowing. “That wasn’t a request, Twilight,” Dexter said again, voice cold. Twilight huffed but still followed him because she didn’t want to cause a scene and start up an unnecessary rumor of having anything to do with Dexter

Moments after i reach my climax, both of the twins reach theirs as well, and they both grunt out their own climax as they each release deep inside of me. We all take a few moments to calm our breathing. “We will pull out now, okay, baby?” I nod slowly, breathing deeply still. They both begin to slide out of me, and i hear an audible ‘slush’ as they each leave my body. “Fuck, i forgot how much i hate that.” They both still, and antono turns my face to look at him again. “Hate what, baby?” “The feeling of you guys leaving my body.” i say, blushing slightly when nick growls loudly beneath me.

he had in hush tones while standing three feet away from me, and broke eye contact with me and slowly looked down at my left foot that was close to a small shrub. my boot was ever so slightly touching the very thin wire, my eyes quickly followed the wire until my eyes met a tranq dart just waiting to be triggered, and right above my head was a net. i slowly backed up until my back met bodaway’s palm. he brought that hand to my shoulder and squeezed it. “we need to talk, but not here.” “Not safe.” - “are you still going to fuss and worry over me when the twins come, or are you going to forget about me?” she was holding up paint samples and closing one eye, furthering her imagination of what t

The eyes that were veiled with the dark shadow of anger and hate are not sparkling with tranquility. “Are you using me to get revenge on my family?” Lyra asks Nathan. “No,” he replies instantly. “And you believe what he says.” I roar. They keep locking their eyes to one another as if I don’t exist in the same room with them. There are just two of them, and the entire world disappears in the background. As if they can’t hear anything else, just the silent language, they speak through their eyes. The silence between them makes things awkward for me. The longer they do what the hell is going between them without speaking a word, the more I get worried about the whole drama.

If today we were scheduled to exchange the vows, I swear, next year these people would have celebrated my death anniversary with tears in their eyes. This morning Lyra got the news. The big news, which was a piece of good news without any doubt. I knew she was over the moon with joy. However, the way she was expressing it with rolling eyes, I was positive the moment we locked in our suite room tonight, she would be jumping on me with a knife. “You don’t look happy?” I whispered to her ears as we moved along the quixotic slow song that Lyra chose for our first dance. “I am having a mood swing.” She gave me a bitter smile. “Thanks to someone stupid male species, I am a child.”

As her voice became louder, the sky got darker, and the moon became larger as it emerged from the clouds. Tiffany was giving me CPR when I snapped out of the trance. “Breathe,” she said as she held the back of my head. “Just breathe.” I coughed and tried to get to my feet, but I staggered. Peter and Tiffany held me up and led me back into the house. As I lay on the bed, images of the blood moon kept flashing through my mind. The atmosphere in which it was, the aura it carried, the darkness surrounding it, and the lightning.