Twilight Song At Prom Novels & Stories

When the song ends everyone claps as our School's principal walks onto stage and grabs a microphone. "Hello Students, I'm going to announce the school's most voted Prom King and Queen" he says before he grabs an envelope from the table behind him that has the crowns on it "And your Prom King is..." he speaks into the microphone before he rips open the envelope and reads a name "Easton Hayes" he says which makes me smile and clap for him along with everyone else. I see Easton appear from a random crowd of people as she makes his way onto the stage. When he's standing beside the principal, the principal grabs the gold circle crown and places it onto Easton's head which makes the crowd go wild.

I whisper, when he comes up for air long enough to softly kiss my cheek. The next two hours or so goes by like a whirlwind. We get our pictures taken as a couple, then with our group. Travis takes me out for a few more slow songs and I still feel like this is all a dream. We vote for the prom King and Queen which Travis tried to get out of doing. I wrote in Klunk and Kylie since you can’t vote for non-students. As much as Missile’s ego would love to get a crown. When Kylie and I come out of the bathroom in a fit of giggles over a female trying to use the hand dryer for a spill on her dress, a familiar scent catches me off guard. Before my mind can even carry the thought, there’s a hand on my

A chorus of surprised cheers erupted from the crowd, and my heartbeat amplified with each step he took toward Toralei. Conrad took a deep breath and knelt before Toralei. "Toralei," Conrad's voice rang out. "Will you do me the honor of being my date to prom?" "Yes!" Toralei managed to choke out and I didn’t realize when I rolled my eyes. Without hesitation, Conrad rose to his feet and the other students erupted into applause and cheers. How were we supposed to beat this? Everyone was going to nominate Conrad and Toralei. Was I going to lose to Toralei? Was Conrad going to be crowned prom king alongside Toralei?

Proper damn grown up shit. Tate grabs my hand and pulls me. “C’mon let’s go, we’ve got a prom to go to.” As we open the door silver and blue balloons cascade down, bright twinkling lights come on and the path is lit up like a starlit sky. “Wow, this is so pretty.” Tate says. Her folks have put a lot of effort and thought into her prom night, it’s so damn adorable. Cute, man. Real cute. “Mommy, Daddy. Thank you so much, it’s beautiful.” She squeezes my hand and I squeeze back. I am loving the way her small palm fits in my big hand, her warmth pulses electricity through my body. She’s intoxicating that’s for sure.

"Remember Taya 2.0? Where's she? I mean, enough is enough, Taya. You've spent almost two weeks crying over him, day and night. But not today, sister. Tonight's our prom night and I say we go out there and have some fun. And not even a disappearing boyfriend should get in the way of that!" "Hallee..." "We're gonna get some Zippy's before the prom, Jesse's gonna bring refreshments, and Gabe will bring... himself and Maddie," she paused for a beat before saying, "Come on, you don't wanna miss that," I have to admit, all those things sounds lovely.

“Oh, my God.” “What?” Noah asks. She slams her phone down in front of us. “Prom theme just dropped.” I glance down at the screen and roll my eyes at the swirling black-and-gold posters with dramatic font. “Westfield High presents Senior Prom: Midnight Garden,” Noah reads out. “How original,” he says dryly. “Shut up.” Maya rams her shoulder into his. “Look how pretty the decorations are.” Noah leans closer to me and whispers, “She knows that’s just the visual design, right?”

“Indeed! I need to remember to subscribe to your account later!” Overjoyed to be showered by so many praises, the grateful Xavia bowed as she exclaimed, “T-Thank you, Seniors…!” As she continued bowing over and over again, she suddenly heard a familiar voice say, “Hey! Were you trying to get our autographs before this?” Turning around, Xavia’s eyes widened when she realized that it was the couple from the Twilight series…! Immediately nodding in response, she was quick to reply, “Y-Yes, please…!”

Maybe it was that he looked at me differently tonight — like he was seeing me, not the act. Then, just as I was reaching for another fry, the DJ switched the song. And the opening chords hit me like a memory. “Is that…?” I froze. Luciano’s head tilted, and a grin tugged at his lips. “‘Can’t Help Falling in Love.’ Our prom song.” Oh, God. It was. The same slow, dreamy Elvis cover that played the night we were crowned Prom King and Queen — mostly because everyone had shipped us since freshman year. We’d danced under the gym lights, pretending to be cool about it while both of us laughed the whole way through.

“Hey—there’s Akio. Over by the chocolate fountain.” I follow Bibah’s gaze and yes, there is an enormous chocolate fountain off to the side of the dance floor. Akio, Andy Rogers, and a few other boys were goofing around it, dipping forked strawberries in the fountain and wolfing it down. My eyes scan the crowd for William, but I don’t see him anywhere. My stomach flitters a little bit as Bibah and I move towards Akio. “Dream” by The Cranberries is blaring, and it felt like it always had—as if the band had been singing in our ears since the beginning of senior year, ready and practicing for this moment. For prom.

The eerie glow of perpetual twilight adds an otherworldly quality to the tension that fills the air. The voice of the leader of the seven cuts through the silence, sharp and accusing. “Kai, you’ve outdone yourself this time. Bringing a wolf here, amid this perpetual twilight? Are you trying to get us all killed?” Kai stands tall, and I can see the determination in his eyes. “You underestimate her, Dante. This wolf is different. She’s a wildcard, and she’s already proven herself more resourceful than any other shifter I’ve encountered.” The doubts of the seven hangs heavy in the air, their concern clear. The mischievous vampire voices his apprehension. “Resourceful or not, she’s still a wolf,