Twilight Saga Jane Novels & Stories

Everyone had a story, and not everyone wanted to share it. Jane looked at her Luna and pointed to herself in an up-and-down motion, "This is why I'm in a wheelchair, Luna Bianca. My Mate rejected me, and I accepted his rejection. I lost my she-wolf in the process and the use of my legs. My she-wolf... was heartbroken, and I have been unable to speak to her since. I heal almost as fast as a human. I'm lucky I'm still connected to the pack and can speak telepathically with all the members." Bianca set her cup on the table, "I'm sorry, Jane."

“Shit, she might try to take Padgett’s wolf for herself, or Phillipe?” Jane nodded. “That’s what I think. I have no proof, no visions…it’s just the only reason I can think of for her to visit. She is a powerful enough witch to kill us uet she's hovering around. Why now? Why, when Zena is deserting us, would she show up?” “Thank you, Jane. I will take all this to Alpha Cillian. We won’t forget you. Hopefully, I will be able to provide some of our Warriors to protect your boundaries, subtly, of course.”

"I’m challenging my sister. The girl who used to share her candy with me. The girl who cried when I got married. Is she still in there? Or are you just a hollow shell made of tin?" Jane’s grip on her staff tightened. She jumped from the ship, landing on the dock with a heavy metallic thud. The concrete cracked beneath her silver boots. She walked toward me, the crowd parting like water. "Hazel, stop," Miller whispered from the motorcycle. He was reaching for his gun, but his hands were shaking. "She'll kill you before you get ten feet." "Let her try," I muttered. Jane stopped three feet away. Her face was a mask of cold, beautiful silver. "There is no Jane anymore, Hazel. There is only the H

Stewart had taken Jane away. Zach Lucas was never one to interfere in others’ matters. Alora looked Jane up and down. If Jane had angelic looks and a devilish body, perhaps Alora could write it off as she had mesmerized Zach Lucas. However, this woman before her… Alora shook her head. She grabbed Jane’s arm, but as soon as she made contact, surprise flashed in her eyes. She raised her head abruptly to look at Jane’s face, saying, “Are you trembling?”

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

Now, she wasn't getting either. "I try," Talia said, wrapping her arm around Nat's shoulder's while the near-invulnerable woman rested her head on the lycanthrope's shoulder. --------- ------------------- Down the tunnel . . . --------- ------------------- Jane and Red lay next to each other in a thick silence. Jane had gone numb after making the decision to go home. It was kind of like having butterflies in your stomach to an extreme degree. It was one thing to have nightmares, but it was another to seek them out in the holes they dwelled and facing them. Her head was lying in the crook of Red's arm, but it was not an act of intimacy. She barely knew that the red-headed woman was there.

A danger that needed to be stopped. “No,” I growled, clutching my head, fighting against it. But the abyssal magic in the air made it worse. Through the haze of my shifting vision, I barely made out Kane’s energy tearing through the ruins, Caitlyn still unconscious, the battle raging in the distance— And then she stepped forward. Jane. She looked different. A faint glow surrounded her, and the strange symbols from before now shimmered, shifting like living light across her arms. The moment she moved, the air changed—

It can’t be. The doorbell rang and Jane snatched her child back and leapt to her feet. “Oh, talk of the devil! That must be Logan!” The old lady got up from her seat and crossed over to the door. No, please don’t. The door opened and the old lady’s nephew stepped in. Taking off his cap, his icy blue eyes fell on Jane and he smiled. “Hello, Jane. We meet again.” It was Logan Summers. And at that very moment, Jane realized she was not paranoid. She was doomed.

The tallest, dark-haired woman took charge. Kit moved toward the bathroom without a word. “I’m Breeze,” the tallest one informed her softly. “There are a lot of us and I don’t know if you know our names. Kit is in the bathroom.” She then nodded toward the redhead. “This is Rusty and the silent one is Sunshine. Sunshine, go find her something comfortable to wear after her bath.” Sunshine went to Ellie’s closet. Ellie stared up at Breeze in shock while the woman frowned back at her.

WINTER'S POV Finally, the day is here when I am officially engaged to Warren Aspen; I will be Mrs Warren Sophia. After a lot of thinking, I have decided to give this marriage a chance. Aspen is also a human-like me and I know one day he will love me. Our marriage will also be like a normal marriage one day.2