Novel & Cerita Twilight Blonde

Tamara's POV "I'm your sister to be." the blonde woman said with an annoying smirk. "What?" I blinked, caught off guard as the blonde woman standing in front of me smiled even wider, enjoying my confusion. "Sister?" I echoed. For a moment, I wondered if she was Dante's younger sister, Ciri, but then o remembered that Dante had described her as a sweet, shy seventeen-year-old. But this blonde woman, though, was obviously closer to my age, probably in her twenties. And her mischievous smirk didn’t exactly scream "sweetheart."

11) Twilight was supposed to find out that she was pregnant by thinking that she was sick and not getting better then her dad takes her to the hospital and they find out. 12) There was a time when Twilight was experiencing a burning feeling in her chest because Takumi was sleeping with Yuri (before I changed Yuri’s sexuality) 13) Twilight was originally redheaded but then I watched Gintama (The main character had silvery hair) and thought white wavy hair that was uncontrollable sometimes would be interesting. Daenerys from game of thrones also played a huge role in me deciding to change it. I just made it white 14) My friends have constantly questioned my mental health whenever they read som

Theron's POV The day of the event was finally here. This is the day I officially put Twilight on the map. Another success to celebrate. Many of my past lovers have been calling nonstop to accompany me to the event but I turned them all down. I don't want any drama tonight so I decided to just go alone.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

She raised her eyebrows at my response, giving me a challenging look. "We could lose the whole project if it doesn't work out, Mr. Wilson." She replied in a pissed off tone and folded her arms in front of her chest to look intimidating and my eyes automatically flicked to her breasts. She looked so sexy in her yellow low cut blouse and a black pencil skirt. How can someone look so bitchy yet so tempting at the same time? I wanted to push her against the table and fuck her so hard.

I prefer blond, petite, confident in bed, high maintenance, a little spoil maybe, everything that was opposite of Lyra McCoy. Lyra was different from all the women I shared beds with within my thirty-year lifetime. She was tall, a little taller than average girls, and proudly stood at 5 feet 7 inches, somehow a perfect match with my 6 feet 3 inches. Waist long auburn hair with white as milk body complexion, shy, always heads down. I didn’t remember seeing her smiling ever in the past five months. Yet, I was drowned in her as iron was in a magnet.

Twilight shoots up like a racket, her spiritual power bursting out of her hands towards the female monarch. The female monarch sneered, "That's a pity, then. You need to die!" Two lights collided with each other, shaking the entire vicinity. The ground trembled, the buildings crumbled one after another. Bodies collided, the sound of dull impact continously resounded between the female monarch and Twilight. Twilight might have been a strong kind, but she was nothing against the female monarch. Soon after, she fell into disadvantage, and the female monarch noticed it as a victorious smirked creeped up in her purple chapped lips.

She lied. I showered quickly and stepped out, wrapping a towel around myself. As I walked back into the room, I was surprised to see a woman laying different clothes on the bed. They were not my clothes. She was dressed in a black blazer and trousers, her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, and a pair of glasses rested on her nose. She looked somewhere in her mid thirties. I guessed she was the personal assistant Aleksander had mentioned. She turned and noticed me, adjusting her glasses with a warm smile.

Her cheeks flushed with a gentle red. Lumina's expression changed the moment she looked at the girl before her. Belinda was taller than Serenity, with blonde hair contrasting Serenity's dark brown, and an ethereal appearance. "Sit down, Miss—" "Belinda Brighton, Your Highness." Lumina leaned back in her chair, watching as the girl seated herself nervously. Belinda's fingers trembled, her eyes barely meeting Lumina's. The flush on her face revealed everything. This girl was not scheming or wicked like the other she-lycans. She possessed a soul that seemed to brighten even the darkest corners of Lumina's mind.

Sarah leaned back against her couch, a glass of wine in her hand, the room dimly lit by the glow of her TV. Her mind was swirling with frustration and indignation over her earlier conversation with James. His dismissive attitude and hollow promises were beginning to wear on her, but she wasn’t about to let him win. She was determined to remind him that she wasn’t a woman to be ignored.