Twilight Ao3 Novels & Stories

SYNOPSIS: On the night before her fairy-tale wedding, Aurora climbed into bed expecting tender passion from the man she loved. Instead, she was fucked senseless by his identical twin. Aridian , the ruthless elder brother, exiled and erased by his own family took her hard and deep, making her moan Alexander’s name while he ruined her for anyone else. One night of forbidden, mind-shattering pleasure, and Aurora’s perfect life became a nightmare of guilt and insatiable craving. The next morning, she stands at the altar in her pristine white gown, ready to marry the safe, charming Alexander. But as the officiant begins the vows, Aridian rises from the crowd and objects. Not out of jealousy

com/eustoma_reyna I****T: https://www.i****t.com/eustoma_reyna P.S. This book is ending soon with only a few chapters left. I know the story went through a drastic change in plot, and I sincerely apologize for that. Something unexpected happened in my real life, and because of it, I had to step back from writing and romanticizing werewolves. Honestly, I struggled a lot since last year and kept contemplating whether I should just drop this book entirely. However, I felt bad doing so because I’m not used to abandoning stories I already started.

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.

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.”

Relief flooded her, but almost immediately, the fiery heat in her body surged, overwhelming her. She slid down against the wall, her strength giving out, and pulled off her T-shirt in an attempt to cool down. Her breathing was heavy, and her pounding heartbeat echoed in her ears. Her entire body felt as though it were being devoured by ants, the sensation unbearable. She couldn’t stop the soft, stifled moans that escaped her lips. Suddenly, a sharp click pierced the air, and the lights flicked on. Tara’s vision blurred, her consciousness slipping away. Through her hazy gaze, she saw a tall, striking man walking toward her.

Claire didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her arms around him just as fiercely. She could feel his heart pounding under her cheek. Wild. Unsteady. Human. She pressed a kiss to the hollow of his throat, feeling the way his muscles tensed—and then slowly, slowly, relaxed. Neither of them spoke. They didn’t need words. Not anymore. The storm was coming. And all they could do now was hold on to each other and hope they survived it. --- But somewhere, deep in the shadows of the sprawling house, a forgotten phone buzzed quietly.

I suddenly heard a loud howl and turned to see Cameron thrown hard to the ground. No. I looked at Jaimie and he was already making his way towards him. I saw him slowly start conjuring up lightning as the Dark Lord advanced on Cameron. Cameron wasn't moving anymore. My heart thudded as I watched the Dark Lord get closer Jaimie howled desperately as if trying to yell at Cameron to get up. But he didn't move. Finally the Dark Lords wolf stood above him. Before any of us could even process, he swept forward his paw and slit Cameron's neck open.

(Aurora's POV) Twilight painted the sky in deepening shades of purple as I stood in the courtyard of the Blackwood Ancestral Den. The chill air nipped at my exposed skin, but I hardly noticed it. My focus remained entirely on the tall figure standing on the terrace above. Alexander Blackwood's face was blurred in the dimming light. His features, once so familiar to me, now seemed distant—a landscape I could no longer navigate with certainty. I forced myself to smile, though I knew he couldn't see it. My heart ached at the uncertainty of my return, at the danger that lay ahead in the Northern Edge Territories.

Lauren sighed and held her mother's hand. “I don't even have half the money we were asked to bring,” Lauren said. She started rubbing her mother's hand again. She always did that every time she went there, believing it made her mum warm, and she also loved doing it. She sighed and rested her head on the bed, thinking of what to do. ALEX OFFICE Alex sat on his wheelchair focused on his work, his face cold as usual, his sea blue eyeball moving along with the laptop as he operated on it.