Twilight Edwards 소설 & 이야기

Too bad there weren’t many wolves to liven this place up. She turned in the direction where she heard the light switch, seeing a suited young man standing there. He must be the butler, then who is this lady? “Miss Edwina. Are you the woman that master is expecting?” “Yes, I am. My name is Edwina Sinclair…” Before Edwina could finish her sentence, the woman took her hand and turned it over to see the palm side. With the way she did it, Edwina already knew what she was looking for. After checking, the lady looked up at her with pity.

He slowly walked in front of her and held her hands. “ Are you okay?” He whispered, like a lullaby. Unable to form any words, her body trembled. Adrian held her face gently and Jane got back her senses as the warm blood touched her face. She visualized a slideshow of everything that happened in the last few months. How she came to this city to fulfill her dream of being a doctor. But now, her hands felt heavy, tainted by the bloodshed she had just witnessed. The lifeless bodies on the floor, the violence she never imagined being a part of—it was all too much. Her vision blurred, her heart raced, and before she could process it, her legs gave way. Darkness consumed her as she lost consciousne

Catherine's POV I saw a young female werewolf in a long red dress walking over. Her long wavy waist-length hair made her look charming and flirtatious. Her smiling eyes were even more attractive. I had to admit that she was so beautiful. "Miss Twitty, I'm flattered!" Blake smiled politely. "This is my sister, Eda Twitty." Howard introduced to me, and I nodded. It turned out this powerful, charming woman was Howard's sister. I could tell that her aura was also different from the ordinary members of the pack. It seemed that Blake's friends were all noble.

"Ah, the illustrious Cathy! Welcome, my dear. I've heard so much about you." Cathy, never one for subtlety, launched herself out of the car and into a surprised Edward's arms. "Eddie! Mind if I call you Eddie? This place is totes amazeballs! Do you have, like, a secret room behind a bookcase? Ooh, or a tower where you keep your evil twin?" Edward, to his credit, took it all in stride. "I'm afraid my evil twin is vacationing in the Bahamas at the moment. But I'd be happy to show you the wine cellar. It's quite... mysterious."

“What on earth is going on here?” Edwin and I both turned to see the vice dean, Ms. Morrie, striding into the office. Ms. Morrie was a quirky, but competent, older woman with a gray pixie cut and a pair of cat-eye glasses. She always seemed to be wearing cardigans with leopard print on them in some capacity or another. “Ms. Morrie,” Edwin said, bowing his head respectfully. “It appears that Miss Richards over here…” He gestured to the female professor. “...Seems to think my student is trying to… seduce me.”

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.

"I'm just a passerby, but I can go with you and cover her medical expenses." The doctor commended her sense of responsibility and urged her to get in the ambulance. As Estel turned away, she discreetly slipped the injured person's phone into her pocket. I watched the ambulance leave and waited for about half an hour before a luxury car pulled up at the intersection. A man in a gray suit got out. His face was familiar. It was Simon Dawson, Julian Stewart's assistant. He surveyed the scene and began speaking with the police about what had happened. I pulled out my phone and sent a message to Estel. "Essie, I saw you on TV. What did you do?"

Edwin hesitated for several seconds again before slowly approaching, "You really are quite the woman..." But before she could finish her sentence, Lena had already fainted. She was just pretending to be strong, and only dared to pass out when she saw that this man was not a threat. Edwin raised his hand, supported the person, saw the fresh blood mixed with mud on her neck, and then looked down at her wrist, which was also covered in fresh blood mixed with mud. Surprisingly, she could still muster the strength to talk to him, which was somewhat... terrifying. Skipper and Private, two Czechoslovakian Wolfdogs, followed slowly behind him until they reached an open area where a helicopter was pa

Seeing how much I liked him, Dad reached out to the Twilight pack to discuss an arranged marriage. But after I was abducted and my face temporarily disfigured in that fire, Easton had heartlessly broken off the engagement. It wasn't until I got engaged to Andre that Dad—hoping they'd value and cherish me—offered the Twilight pack a stream of trade deals. That was how the once insignificant Twilight pack rose to power so quickly. I knew the Twilight pack would neither give up those benefits easily, nor would they let me go without a fight. But I also wanted to make them regret everything they had done to hurt me.

Yvonne asked me to focus on a beam of light on the ceiling. I concentrated on the light. After a few minutes, she asked gently, “Who are you?” “Aurora Twilight.” “Do you know Harry Chalamet?” “Yes, I do.” “No, you don’t.” “I do. I know him. No… I don’t know him.” “You don’t know him.” “I… don’t know him.”