Twilight Renesmee Novels & Stories

Tis asked. “You're not the only one.” He took her to a nearby café and there was a girl already waiting for them. She was a 5'5 ravenette with emerald eyes and well... let's just say, she had way more going on with her chest than Twilight. In short, she was every guy's dream girl. To make matters worse, she was the same girl from Twilight's dream. “This is Matako, the friend I was telling you about. Matako, this is Twilight.”

After Derek and I sat down, Robert called the meeting to order. "This is a discussion of the events of November 23rd. On that date, Ms. Elizabeth Summers, now known as Kimberly Sparks, was attacked by a vampire. David Jones and Derek Michael intervened during the attack on Ms. Sparks and in the process, turned her into one of us. We are here to determine if their actions that night were appropriate." "Ms. Sparks, would you please come forward?" I looked at Derek and stood, wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans as I walked to the chair and sat facing the Council.

She was the insufferable daughter of Twilight Pack’s Beta. “Who the fuck are you?” I growled, pretending to not know her. She liked to be the centre of attention, so let’s take her down a notch. She blinked and gaped for a moment before quickly collecting herself. Throwing her long black hair behind her shoulder, she said, “It’s me, Demi. I’m the daughter of the Twilight Beta.” “I don’t care who you are,” I told her. “Nobody is allowed to talk badly about my date. Apologise right now.”

And I decided to change, to stop the drug lifestyle I had started and to take my life back. I opened a bookstore, which is doing quite well, I even have an assistant. It was much later that I learned who this mysterious man was. Calvin Lloyd, the alpha of the Twilight Pack. He had given me a mischievous look before holding out his hand, eyes as blue as the sky, he must have been twenty-eight years old. It was his hand that he had caressed his sex, I think I blushed when I recognized it. I didn't grab his hand and for three years now we've been fighting a cold war, me to hide the attraction I have for him, and him because he's a big jerk and nothing else. I wonder if he knows it was me that d

He had been observing the red-haired vampire as she spoke with the other female through the glass doors of the art gallery. “Mason!” Dylan phoned once more. Mason yelled out, "Coming," and started to move with the rest of the group. When Mason joined them, Dylan commented, "So, she was hot, you know, for a dead person." Dylan was a werewolf who was 37 years old and had stopped growing since he was in his late 20s. Like Mason, he was tall and slim, but when his dark hair wasn't tied back, it hung to his shoulders.

She zoomed it in and the gibberish became more readable to her. Bingo. "This is why people can't stand you, Morsen. You're a creep—" "Goodman," she called out, saving the lectures from Ivana. Her heart continued to beat with anticipation as she reads it. "Did Fresco say anything about numbers?" "Numbers? What numbers?" Ivana shuffled at her side and pored over her shoulder to see what she meant. "That looks pretty damn phony. It's just numbers, Morsen. You really think it has a connection with this?" Ivana shook her head with disappointment and slammed her notebook. "Damn, you're always full of nonsense." Already apathetic of what Paige had figured out, Ivana left her alone and went back ins

“Vincent?” Victor muttered when he noticed his younger brother Vince. “And Reiner, Raina, and Sheinna, too.” He added and smiled at them, only to be surprised when he saw Spade. “And she is… the one who acted as Ariel?” he said and smiled at Spade, who nodded back at him. “Yes.” Vince answered with a nod. “Her name is Heart Twilight, and she is a transferee. She will be our new classmate.” He explained.

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Tara instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late. A faintly sweet scent filled the air, and she inhaled several breaths before realizing. Wesley blocked the door, leaving her no choice but to retreat further into the room. Her voice was sharp with alarm. “What are you trying to do?” Wesley smirked, his laugh sinister. “What do you think?” With that, he sprayed her again several more times. Tara’s body started to feel hot, her heart racing. Her legs grew weak, and the flashing disco lights made her dizzy.

At first, we were just confiding friends, but we've been friends ever since. Renesmee is not a gentle person. The blood of the British nobility runs through her body. The strict rules of a noble family have molded her into a tough woman. She fled to America to pursue her dreams, study law, and succeed as a lawyer. “Someday, one of us might get married. I hope you won't forget me,” Renesmee said as she lay down beside me. I stared out the window, following the flight of butterflies that reminded me of the tattoo on my chest. “I can't promise, but I will definitely not forget you. I'm not the kind of person who forgets kindness easily.”