Twilight Saga Breaking Dawn 2 Novelas e Histórias

Chapter 60 As the sun falls into the horizon, the people, or should I say the werewolves, of the town of Dusk and Dawn starts to gather at our place. Tonight the alpha’s madness will end. Tonight, everything will be more normal and free. No more threats and darkness. Only good, light, and life.

Bliss spread from the center of my body to all of my limbs as Alex let out a guttural groan in my ear. A trance came over me as my canines grew, tingling as they pushed out of my gums. I embraced the feeling. He looked at me and seemed to hesitate for a split second, searching my eyes. I nodded, silently coaxing him forward. He sighed and brought his teeth to where my neck met my collarbone, piercing them into me. A tear escaped my eye from the initial sharp pain, but then it just as quickly switched to pleasure as a second orgasm overtook my body. When the feeling passed, he withdrew his teeth and passed his tongue over the cut, soothing the mark.

Ma Jules cooed, before sighing heavily and banging the cup on the bedside drawer, and leaning toward me to stretch her hand across my forehead before I wrenched my head so far back that I saw the galaxies. Can't have been me she was about to feel up with those talons. Werewolves didn't see right with just one eye. The witch snickered before leaning back in her wooden chair with a loud creak, as more maidens ambled about the room, avoiding my eyes and whispering furiously between each other. I hadn't known I was holding my breath until the oak wood door to my cave room creaked open and in walked the Lycan. The green-eyed bandit was determinedly behind him, an unreadable expression on his face

He walked back and I didn't look back and went to change. The next morning, he was nowhere to be seen when I woke up so I continued with my daily routine. I went for a jog and went shopping afterwhile. Something caught my attention on the table of the library, it was a card, his card. There was a note along with the card, saying something along the lines of ‘’use this card if you want to buy anything. rowan.’’ I took a pen and wrote ‘’I don't need your money. You can shove it up your ass,with a smiley emoji alongside.’’ Maybe I exaggerated but he deserved it for pissing me off and breaking my heart, it's only fair.

she whispered, her voice barely audible. Damon crouched beside the stone, his expression dark. “A marker. It’s their way of saying they’re watching.” Hazel’s hand instinctively moved to her pendant, its faint warmth now a burning heat against her skin. She knelt beside Damon, her fingers brushing against the stone. The moment she touched it, a searing pain shot through her head, and her vision blurred. --- Flashes of darkness consumed her mind—a throne bathed in fire, shadowy figures closing in, Damon standing alone with blood on his hands. A voice echoed in her ears, low and menacing: “The queen will fall. The king will break. And the darkness will reign.”

“By the light of the Moon Goddess, and the strength of love unbroken, I declare these children the heirs of the Crescent Flame. Through them, the bond is restored. Through them, the darkness is undone.” The twins stirred in Lyra’s arms as if they understood the weight of the words, their tiny hands curling instinctively around her fingers. Lyra’s tears fell freely now, glistening in the ethereal light. “Our children,” she whispered, voice trembling, “they carry everything… hope, redemption… love that survived even the darkest night.”

I whispered, my voice trembling. His smile widened, a slow, predatory grin that sent shivers down my spine. "Of course I did. I needed to talk to you. Alone." He took a slow step towards me, then another. My eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape, but there was nowhere to go. My heart hammered. This was it. This was the moment. He knew. "You know," he began, his voice a low, casual drawl, "you look a lot different without that black wig, 'Eve'."

MY MOM drove us to the airport, the window of the car we were riding in was left open. Phoenix city temperature 23° C, clear sky, blue without clouds. I wore my favorite shirt — sleeveless, white lace; I wear it as a symbol of farewell. The object I was carrying was a piece of parka… er, but this is Bella's story in the Twilight novel, not mine. Ha ha! I am sorry to Stephenie Meyers for brazenly copying the main paragraphs of her novels. I did not mean to plagiarism, really! I love her!

She held it out to me like a fragile treasure. “Look, it’s our engagement bracelet! I had it fixed! “It’s gold inlaid with jade—gold and jade together, a perfect pairing just like us. We’re meant to be, Evan. I can’t lose you!” I took the bracelet, then hurled it to the floor. The jade shattered again, breaking into even smaller pieces than before. Rosie knelt down, desperately trying to piece everything back together, but no matter how she tried to match up the fragments, they would not fit together.

I glanced back, annoyed, to find Silvia, her face streaked with tears. "Joanna, I had that dream again. I should've known all along, you've been the only one who's ever truly cared for me. I won't hurt you again, I promise." Her voice was low, filled with remorse. I stepped back, my brow creased in frustration. It was not that I was softening; I just could not stand anything about Silvia anymore. "I'm out of options. I'm broke. The debts and their mounting interest have spiraled beyond my control. I saw the bills you've been dealing with, and I had no idea you've been struggling so much.