Twilight Missing Pieces Novels & Stories

“Why are you still on your phone when you’re dating me?” I put down my phone. The variety of food served was tasty. But somehow, I felt that something was missing. My phone rang. It was a call from an unknown number. I hung up. But the number called again. After four or five repeated calls, I could not take it anymore and answered it. “Hi, may I speak to Ms. Twilight?” They actually knew me by name. “Speaking. May I know who this is?” The person on the other end of the line grew excited. “Ms. Twilight, I’d like to ask for your help with a case.”

After my family deleted the only graduation photo I was in, I accepted a job three thousand miles away—and decided never to come home. That day, my parents, my brother, and my boyfriend took 380 photos. My twin sister, Emma, was in every one. She stood between our parents while they gazed at her proudly. I waited nearby in my cap and gown, but no one called me over. When Emma admitted she still hadn’t found a job, my boyfriend, Ethan, immediately turned to comfort her. “Apply to my company, so I can look out for you.” “Send me your résumé,” Dad said. “I’ll make a few calls and find you something. ” My brother, Ryan, handed Emma the only bottle of cold water he had brought. “My company’s hir

I didn't know whether I could actually protect her from the burden this would place on her, but I knew I couldn't stand aside while she carried it alone. Before Candice could respond, Elaine approached with Helena beside her. Their expressions immediately made me straighten. Elaine looked toward the forest before speaking. “Hawthorne is missing,” she told us. “Nobody saw him leave the compound during the chaos.” Candice's expression hardened. “Did anyone find him after the vial was destroyed?” she asked, and Elaine shook her head. Helena stepped forward, looking troubled as she explained that Hawthorne no longer carried the stolen Alpha blood.

“I stumbled across something in it. It’s like a ritual, a ceremony. He claims it will heal the afflicted from vampirism. But the thing is, the page with the ceremony is torn in half. And the other half is missing. It’s an original edition—our library has it on loan—and our database shows no other existing copy. I need to see the other half of that page.” She paused, and a long silence followed. She hoped he’d have a solution. She knew that if anyone would, it would be him. He was her best and last hope. The silence went on so long, for a moment, she wondered if he’d hung up. Just as she was about to ask, his voice rang out:

After our engagement, the six of us friends agreed to take one last trip together before the wedding. That night, my friend Anders Greer suggested we play a "24-Hour Couple Swap." Anyone who drew matching symbols had to act like a couple for the next twenty-four hours. Whoever drew a blank card could only take pictures and carry everyone's bags. In the first round, I drew a blank. My fiancee, Brielle Rice, and Anders both drew moons. They held hands while watching the sunrise, while I followed behind carrying three people's bags. In the second round, I drew another blank. They both drew roses. Their penalty was to hug for one minute. Everyone crowded around, cheering them on, while I sto

"So, Spencer, what is this about?" Again, with a hint of jealousy, Lottie stood in front of Spencer to block Laurie's eyesight. Even though Spencer's height was proving to be challenging to hide. Lottie glared at Laurie, whose facial expression was undisturbed. "Well, Alpha Micah," Lottie started, "this is about my friend. She went missing the same night Princess Clara disappeared. Her house was demolished by a werewolf. One that might concern you." This got Alpha Micah's attention.

“I am staying over at Damion’s. Will tell you everything tomorrow!!!” When Tasha got this text from Lilia, she smiled and texted back, “Didn’t I say it won’t go downhill! Have fun!” After that, Tasha started reading the opus again. Over the last three days, she has been reading the book whenever she has time. It does not have too many pages, but the information on each page is extensive. It has taken Tasha time to get used to the writing style. But now, she can read it at a decent pace. She has already read through the details of the process that led to the formation of vampires. There are some details about werewolves too, but the book spells them differently. That’s why she had earlier tho

attempt to stop her. This has been our family dynamic ever since that happened when we were kids. Saying, "Ma/Pa, I'm going upstairs to rest, and it is getting late," I spun around without waiting for their response. In preparation for bed, I laid down my belongings and changed into my pajamas. It hurts and makes me feel weak all over. Tiredness has set in. As per my customary routine, I rose early the following morning. Today is a day off for me. I pulled out my phone, and there were texts from Kent. You shouldn't accompany Gabriel later. When I do this, you won't like it. Out of nowhere, I felt a surge of anxiety and my hands began to tremble. The show was canceled yesterday night. Has it

she said. "I know. It's still—" He looked at the screen. "Clare is you." "Partly." "More than partly." She looked at her food. "I told you I couldn't let it be visible. I wrote too close to the bone, and I didn't know what to do with it." "What changed?" "I told you at the market. I've been visible for a while without noticing." She paused. "And I've been adding to it. The last few chapters — the flash-forwards — those are new. Since December."

Aurora Wildheart stood in her third-floor guest room, her silver-blue eyes tracing the intricate patterns of the four-poster bed’s canopy, her thoughts a tempest of the missing women, and Vincent’s cryptic message: The shadows are restless. Stay safe. Her forbidden bond with the vampire liaison was a quiet anchor, yet the mystery of her past—lost before The Emerald Forest Pack took her in at seven—pressed heavier, whispering of secrets that could unravel her world.