Twilight Sparkle Shocked Novels & Stories

I'm twitching, shaking, back arched— He reaches down and picks up the champagne bottle. Before I can say a word, he pours the last little bit over my pussy. I gasp at the sudden bubbling cold. I try to wriggle away but he holds me down and sucks the champagne from my clit and the folds of my pussy, licking me clean, making these filthy delighted noises as he does it. "Fuck, Eros, you need to warn a girl before you drench her in champagne." He slides his fingers in deep, silencing me as a low moan wrenches itself from my throat.

“You guessed it; I do. But before I say anything, I need you to not lash out if that's not too much to ask.” “I'll try, but the chances are very slim.” “I'm his fiancée.” Twilight let those words sink. She wasn't sure how to feel. Angry? Upset? Disappointed? Heartbroken? “I’m guessing you don’t like me then,” Twilight said. “Why would you think that?” “I am the one whom he cheated on you with, so yeah.” “So, he didn't tell you?” “No.”

The brown haired had only just arrived, but it amazed Lucas, at how he fit in so well, he observed it was a part of the boy’s vibrant personality, and it was a total contrast to his own zombie like self. The nineteen-year-old exhaled a relieved sigh, as he felt his headache vanishing subsequently, and entered into Austin’s apartment, feeling a little different than before. An addition of a new member, always meant things were about to change, and Lucas, who was often used to harsh changes, had never once imagined that this particular change, was the one he would grow to cherish the most.

she whispered with a grin. Before the rank of fire could get a meter closer, the bottle exploded. The barely visible liquid inside splattered in slow motion in the air, glinting in such a manner the shamed even a silver, for it sparkled and flexed the minuscule speck of grayish dust dancing in the potion itself. It shaped itself into a star with many unequal points but each with a pea-sized silver dust, revolving for a moment before meeting the fiery web. The moment they kissed, a shockwave ran upward and Laura ended up being thrown out of balance, her skin sizzling by the impact.

she chuckled. Yes, it is correct. Her smile was never visible to me. Is it possible that she is having a problem? It's no longer my business to mind so I shrugged. When we arrived at the cafeteria, we immediately placed our bags on a vacant table and proceeded to the counter to order food. I just ordered fried chicken, salad, and a mango shake. "Oh crap! They are here." My gaze was drawn to Sancha, who was squealing quietly at my side. "Who?" "The Millennium Dreams!"

It was like my body was no longer mine, that I was being pulled into a storm I couldn’t control. And I felt it—eyes on me. I looked up, trembling, and met Emory’s gaze. His eyes were intense, burning with something I couldn’t quite decipher. Electricity shot through the air—he whispered “mate,” and I whispered the same. An electric shock ran through us both, freezing us in place.

Floor-to-ceiling windows cast soft light across polished marble. It’s too beautiful. Too calm. I jolt upright. The next second, I’m standing at the dresser across the room. Panic shoots through me. I hadn't walked. I was just—there. Twinkled. Just like the fae used to. I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Lavender eyes stare back. No. No, no, no.

Out of my hands pour sparkles of blue that shoot like a lightning bolt toward the glowing object. The strike reaches it before Devon does, and before the vampire has a chance to throw the object. When my blue sparkles reach it, it disintegrates in his hands, and the vampire jumps back in shock before Devon hits the ground right in the spot where the vampire had stood. Devon’s beautiful white wolf turns until his eyes meet mine, and he instantly runsn toward me. A wave of exhaustion comes over me, and I fall backward. Something soft catches me before I hit the forest floor.

『.*+ • ᴄʜᴀᴘ.ᴇɪɢʜᴛ• *+.』 ~THURSDAY, THE NEXT DAY Scarlett walked through the halls of the school on a cloudy sunny morning. She pulled up the forearm sleeve of her jacket, no wounds whatsoever. It was confusing her, she knew she had scratches. But maybe her concussions made it all feel real. And the Vampire that almost killed her? Maybe he wasn't real either. She was starting to believe her uncle and accept the reality. She should probably stop reading the Twilight novels.

After I died, the Moon Goddess chose me and gave me a second life. But I had crossed over into a world of werewolves, and my mission was to win the heart of Soren, a notorious charmer who left a trail of admirers wherever he went. He brought me to the rooftop of the tallest building in the city, where countless fireworks bloomed across the sky in unison. "Surprised? I arranged this fireworks show just for you. Do you like it?" The barrage scrolled across my vision: [This is when you pretend to be shy. That's all you have to do.] Shy? Of course I could do shy. I gave him a demure smile, reached up to brush my fingers along his cheek, and gazed at him tenderly. "Surprised, yes. But fireworks a