Twilight Meyer Novels & Stories

I muttered, he nodded vigorously and stepped closer to me. “Scarlett Tanner, that’s her full name” he began. I slowly uncrossed my leg and sat up straight. “Tanner?” “Yes, of Twilight Zone. She’s the eldest daughter but they always kept her hidden because she’s twenty three and without a wolf, so not a lot of people know about her,” “She was recently declared wanted and later declared dead. Her burial will be taking place tomorrow,” he explained. My eyes dimmed at his words. He slowly stretched out the iPad he was holding to me and I took it from him and stared into it.

He crossed his arms and rested his elbow on the armchair, his palm supporting his tilted head as if he were assessing the children. “Tales,” Raja called out, indicating he was scared. “I know,” was all Tales could mutter as he didn’t look away from the man’s face. He stared at it as if engraving the man’s face into his memory. He clenched his teeth. The man smirked darkly and stood at the center of the mezzanine. “Welcome to Twilight Organization. I am happy and excited that some of you will be part of our family,” said the twisted man.

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.

she said, "I'm so sorry." Mom's face crumpled a little when she stepped forward to embrace the blonde vampire. "Thank you," she said. Sunny let her go before looking back and for between us. "There are things you need to know," she said. "Things Anastasia won't tell you. I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to come." Mom grabbed her hand, fierce and eager. "Who took Meira, Sunny?" She held onto my mother as she spoke. "His name is Nicholas DeWinter," Sunny said, "Sebastian's twin brother."

But it's the date inscribed at the bottom that makes my blood run cold—1647. "Beautiful, isn't she?" a voice purrs behind me. I spin to find Elara, her eyes gleaming with malicious triumph. "Your great-great-grandmother. Queen Maeve of the Twilight Court. And the reason you'll never truly belong in either world." As the implications of her words sink in, the ground beneath our feet begins to tremble. The vortex at the center of the room pulses, growing larger by the second. "What have you done?" I demand, panic rising in my throat.

“Targets confirmed. Plan A, commence!” The moment she finished speaking, Twilight and several other people blew the door down, they immediately activated their abilities to shield themselves from any possible surprise attacks coming from the monarch and his newly appointed right hand woman, but seconds passed yet they didn't feel an ounce of energy. That's when they opened their eyes and saw two level zombies who's already dead because of the blast from the door. Seeing it, the expressions on their face became rich. Someone approached the two dead bodies, if Twilight wasn't mistaken, that person was called Ruby. She's a forensic doctor back when the apocalypse haven't started. Checking dead

“Then you—” Zoan answered softly so Deanna wouldn't think they were bad people. "We're also werewolves. Alpha Meazuz is the leader of the Twilight Pack, while I am a beta. You can call me Beta Zoan. There's no need to be afraid; we won't hurt you, and you'll soon understand the identities of everyone in the Twilight Pack." The car they were riding in stopped at a very large palace. Several women lined up in front of the car door and greeted them. Several men walked toward the second car to carry Deanna and Meazus's luggage.

It might cause a rift between him and Ste-phen if Ste-phen found out he was talking to Dexter. “Let's go, Mason,” Twilight said, reminding him that he still needed to submit his paper. With that, the two of them headed to drop off their sheets. “Thanks, Mason,” Twilight said gratefully as they walked through the hallway. “I would’ve sulked and been useless if you hadn’t taught me. Thanks again.” “My pleasure,” Mason smiled. “Mr. Allen?” Mason paused at the voice and turned to see Mrs. Katherine. Her expression was unreadable, her brows slightly furrowed.

However, before she could utter a word, Tyler’s arrogant voice drifted over, dripping with superiority. “So what if you do? By the time we’re in court, everyone will already believe you’re a fraud. Who’s going to listen to a word you say?!” He sauntered over, dressed head to toe in designer brands like a nouveau riche caricature, with a small box dangling from his hand. As he caught sight of my restrained figure, he let the box slip from his fingers. It clattered to the floor along with a jade bracelet that fell out of it. The bracelet shattered into several pieces.

I would like to have a few words with you. Confused and fear-stricken Sandra hurried back to duty wondering what he would want to discuss with her. He was in his early 40s and she was just 20 fresh out of college. Surely he was maybe going to offer her a job. So many ideas ran through her mind and she decided to let them go. Eric paid his bill and decided to drive to the gold course not too far from the restaurant for a few hours before he would return to Sandra at 4. Sandra was very different from all the ladies Eric had been with previously. She was a shy girl, laid-back and not sophisticated like the ladies he was used to. He could not place his fingers on what attracted him to her beside