Novel & Cerita Twilight Vampire Cullen

Sure I had a lot more to ask, like how did he find me, and why was he being a creep, and so much more, but I had to start with one question and that was the first one that popped in my head. "Hi Clara Shawn, I've come to prove it to you," he said calmly. The way he called my name was intriguing, his voice was bold and calm, everything about this guy was so intriguing but I could not deny how creepy he was being. "Prove what to me?" I asked, wondering what exactly he could be referring to. "That I am what I say I am, a vampire," he replied with that same calm voice. Now this was interesting. How on earth was he going to prove that to me?! If he planned on sucking my blood then he was going to

Isabella said and for the first time in this conversation, Sophia giggled to herself when she heard this because she knew in actuality that it was her that would ruin the genes of Ronnell due to her bad eyesight. Ronnell noticed this, she looked so fucking cute. Licking her tongue discreetly, wetting her lips in either lust or excitement. In a dark room, devoid of any sun rays or light, sat a man with blood dripping from his lips and eyes shining through the abyss. The clock ticked, a sound that seemed endless for one that couldn’t die. The relevance of time was lost on vampires because time is the one time they had an unlimited amount regardless of how much passes.

Crystal thought dreamily. Damien chuckled. “I can hear your thoughts now”. “You can hear my thoughts ??”. Crystal gasped. She knew he wasn’t a human but how could he hear her thoughts now?? “I’m a vampire”. She laughed. “Oh really? So are you gonna suck my blood now?”. She teased thinking he was joking. Damien’s eyes changed color to red as his fangs came out. Crystal Almost fled away. “Oh my fucking goodness!!!”. She scream so loud as Damien quickly changed back to normal thinking he had scared her.

My phone lit up with a video call from Rosie at two in the morning. I turned on the screen recording function before answering. The screen immediately filled with bare, flushed skin and Rosie’s breathless moans. What they were doing did not need explaining. Tyler’s teasing voice rang out. “Rosie, isn’t this exciting? Your future husband’s right next door. If you scream louder, he might hear everything.” “You little devil! Be gentler! So what if he hears? He loves me so much. He won’t say a word even if he finds out.”

Family: Leon Evans (father), Julia Stuart (Mother), Colt Evans (twin brother), Emily Evans (adoptive older sister), Dhario Evans (grandfather), Olivia Evans (step-grandmother), James Evans (uncle) Friends: Reggie Stevens (Beta, best friend), Isabella Frome (Girlfriend), Edgar Brown (friend), Danica Green (friend). Colt Evans Age: 17 Race: Hybrid (werewolf/ Vampire) Rank: Alpha Physical description: Tall 6’5ft, Muscular body, Tanned skin, Black short hair, downturn grey eyes, square face with sharp jawline, shaved face, Greek shape nose. Personality description: cautious, Charming, reliable, discreet, observant, precise, rational, encouraging.

I hadn't been nervous in centuries. "Ready?" a voice asked from the other end of the hallway. I turned and it was Kellen Tussand, with his dark wavy hair and muscled good looks, wearing a tuxedo. He looked young, despite his being a vampire. In fact, I turned him when he was twenty-five. Looking at him now, he hadn't aged at all since that day, even though he was centuries old.

Their gaze cut in neat, exact cuts around them; their hands barely left the daggers each of them held. Among them, my eyes caught a figure that seemed so familiar. There was no mistaking him in the dim light-Dexter Cullen. He was the second youngest in the Cullen family, Donuovan's most trusted lieutenant, and Garrett's older brother. His presence here confirmed my suspicions: this wasn't just some casual get-together. This was a pivotal moment in their operations.

“TAXI! PLEASE! ANY CAR! ANYTHING THAT MOVES!” Shockingly, a cab slowed down. The driver rolled down his window and stared at Cullen like we were delivering a half-dead vampire. “Uh… is he… good?” “No,” I said. “Drive.” Ava shoved us in. “Hospital! No—WAIT. Cullen! Where do you want to go?!” His eyelids fluttered. His voice was dust. “My… mother… she’s… a healer…” “ADDRESS!” Ava yelled like she was shaking the information out of him.

The vampires on either side of him each held a golden goblet, filled, Caitlin could see, with a white liquid. She looked everywhere for a sign of her father. She wondered if any of these men could be him. But she didn’t see him. Caitlin stopped right before the center vampire, and as they waited, she could hear a pin drop. The only sound was the whipping of the wind in this remote place, whistling over the grass, over the ancient walls. “Caitlin of the Pollepel Coven,” pronounced the vampire in the middle, staring down at her. “You have done well. We are proud of you. And so is your father.”

He was deadly. “What is this, Nikolas?” Cullen asked, standing behind me. “I don’t know, but we are getting one of them alive,” I said, gritting my teeth. Nodding, Cullen took his weapon out. An excellent blade that he hid behind his coat. Cullen was a good fighter, one of a kind. He had learned Chinese fighting skills. Taking my blades out, I prepare. I had to be quick and get where Rose was. Making his move, the hunter attacked. Quick as a vampire, we fight on par—his whip destroying things. I dodge everything. Docking down, I move my right arm and stab him on his thigh. Yelling the hunter kneels, he grabbed his thigh.