Twilight Haven Novels & Stories

I could feel a pair of hazel brown eyes staring at me from right across the room and I swallowed hard, unable to believe my own eyes Is this what they call as coincidence? "Dude, she is smoking hot. Am I dreaming or something? She is so freaking young. I thought she would be around 30 or something," Ryan gushed beside me while I gave him a nervous smile. David began to introduce the team members one by one and he finally pointed at me. "That's Nate Wilson, our game designer and the most valuable asset of our company."

It was almost midnight when Emily pushed open the door of Black Raven Bar. The neon lights flickered over her curves wrapped tightly in a black silk dress that clung to her like sin. Her hair, a dark waterfall, fell over her shoulders, teasing the valley of her cleavage with each sway of her hips. She didn’t care who stared at her tonight; in fact, she wanted their eyes. She needed to feel wanted again.

Their wedding would take place in Beli, surrounded by flowers, coconut groves, the ocean, and a yacht. A priest in robes stepped forward and spoke in Haven language for a while, followed by the choir singing hymns. Leo, not fluent in Haven language, found himself zoning out. It wasn’t until the *Wedding March* began playing that he snapped back to attention and looked toward the front. Hunter stood there in a black tuxedo, his tall and lean frame exuding elegance. His mixed-heritage features were strikingly handsome, and his demeanor was one of noble confidence—a quintessential picture of a successful tycoon.

"Crystal, come on, one more song!" Greta grabbed my wrist, laughing over the music and the low buzz of the party. This wasn't just any club—it was an exclusive rooftop lounge, bathed in warm light, glass walls reflecting the city skyline. The kind of place where people seemed more focused on being admired than actually enjoying themselves. "Greta, stop. I'm exhausted." I leaned closer so she could hear me. "I have an important interview tomorrow. I can't show up looking like I survived a war."

The late afternoon sunlight slanted across the room, golden and soft, but the heat between them wasn’t coming from the sun. It was in the way Zariah pressed closer to Imani, fingers tracing along her arm in slow, teasing circles that made her shiver, every nerve on edge. Malik’s hand rested firmly at Imani’s waist, steady, grounding, giving her the space to melt into the teasing warmth of Zariah without ever losing herself.