Tia Twilight Novels & Stories

My phone lit up with a video call from Rosie at two in the morning. I turned on the screen recording function before answering. The screen immediately filled with bare, flushed skin and Rosie’s breathless moans. What they were doing did not need explaining. Tyler’s teasing voice rang out. “Rosie, isn’t this exciting? Your future husband’s right next door. If you scream louder, he might hear everything.” “You little devil! Be gentler! So what if he hears? He loves me so much. He won’t say a word even if he finds out.”

I didn't fail to notice how Liam's eyes wandered lustfully around my body. “ I, Tania Williams, reject Liam Reid as my Alpha and mate.” Ignoring the gasps from the people and the surprised look on Liam's face, I turned around, walking away with the last string of dignity left in me.

A voice suddenly asked from the living room. At the sound of the voice, Clarissa's mood instantly dampened into seething annoyance. "Hello, Mother," Clarissa greets dryly, taking off her boots and coat. She walked into the living room to find her mother, sitting on the couch, staring blankly at her. Tessa Monroe was a beautiful redhead with light brown eyes. Even at the age of fifty-four, she could easily pass as Clarissa's sister. Clarissa inherited her mother's long red hair but her blue eyes were from her father. Staring into Tessa's face felt like staring at a slightly older version of herself yet Clarissa couldn't see the resemblance.

He took out the file that Cassian had given him years back about Dawson. He looked up the name and did some background check. His eyes narrowed when he noticed her — Carolina Dawson. He checked her social handle and scrolled through her posts and pictures all the way to the bottom. "Is she engaged?" He muttered to himself. For months, Adrian had been on Carolina's case, he wasn't sure why, but something good seems to come out of it. Adrian looked around and realizes everything was good. His plan was solid and he feels much different than years ago.

Seth grabbed his keys. "I'll come with you," Twilight said. Someone scoffed from the corner. It was Seth's sister, Ava. She still had a beef with Twilight, claiming she would never accept an Omega as her brother's mate, but Twilight had long since made up her mind. One day, she was going to clear this with her. ********* Fifteen minutes later, Ste-phen's pulled up in front of a neon-lit building. "An arcade?" Ste-phen arched a brow, turning to Mason. "You brought me to an arcade?"

Sarah asked. "Not from mine," I admitted. "What about yours?" "A couple," she said with a shrug. "But that was years ago. They've already graduated." Soon enough, the twins took it upon themselves to give us an unofficial orientation. They pointed out buildings, groups of students, and dropped names as if we were supposed to recognize all of them. They explained the social system at Twilight and the power dynamics that ruled it. That was when I learned the blonde witch from yesterday was named Chrissy.

“Enough.” We both turned to him. He stepped closer, his presence pulling at me like gravity. “Aria is working for Andrea Moretti,” he said evenly. “She’s Andrea’s new stylist.” The name hit me like a splash of cold water. “Andrea Moretti?” As if summoned, Andrea appeared. She was breathtaking, all sharp cheekbones and effortless elegance, her designer gown catching the light as she moved. She slipped her arm through Aleksander’s with the ease of someone who belonged there, her gaze sweeping over me with polite, icy disinterest.

And by this time, she was seeing dreams, too. I took my phone from the nightstand and opened G****e. Without thinking about anything, I searched for the McCoy siblings. Thousands of pictures came in front of me. Some were individual, some were all of them together; however, Lyra wasn’t any of them. I clicked one where Brain and Owen were standing while Viola was sitting on a chair in the middle of them. I gazed at the picture for a long time, then I looked at Lyra.

EDINA POV It’s hard to tell when it’s day or night in the Twilight Court—always hovering somewhere in between, caught in that breathless moment before the sun tips too far or the stars take full command. But when the air cools just enough to sink into your bones and the wind whispers like it’s trying not to wake something—that’s how you know it’s evening. I shift in the satin sheets, stretching slowly. A weight anchors me. Rhaenan’s arm draped across my waist.