Volterra Italy Twilight Novels & Stories

The sheer primitive need she was controlled by was closer to agony than ecstasy. “You’re mine... from this moment on,” Christophe spelled out roughly. “Tu es à moi… (French for ‘you are mine’) Lara collided with glittering dark eyes, unreadable in the moonlight, and her mouth ran suddenly dry, a shaft of returning sanity tightening her every muscle in rejection. But his hand slid over her quivering body, shattering her with her own response.

He put his arm around my body, pulling me against him, setting off calm and sparks throughout my body. The waiter brought out bread for us. Then a different waiter came out with a charcuterie board. He placed it in front of us and said, “Compliments of the chef. Here we have some parmesan flown in from Italy this morning, aged twenty-four months, our most popular imported salami, prosciutto di San Daniele, and our house-made mozzarella.” He pointed out each item as he spoke. After our main course was served, a tall man dressed in a suit came over to our table. As soon as I inhaled his scent, I instantly recognized that he was a werewolf from our neighboring pack that owned the pharmaceutical

Her father was holding the crown that Veronica will wear. The two of then reached the top and Lilith had to let go Veronica and let her walk on her own. Veronica then sat on the new throne made out of black diamond. The supreme dark-priest stood by her side and took the crown from Hikaris who has a wide smile on his lips. “Will you, Veronica Lorraine Glaiza Elizabeth Vane, take this crown of glory, and wield it with valor and might, through all the days of your reign?” The supreme dark-priest asked.

I caught a glimpse of a tattoo on the back of his neck—a serpent swallowing its own tail. Nikolai stopped suddenly near a collapsed stone wall. “He’s gone.” “No.” I pointed down. A small card lay there, dropped in a hurry. Nikolai picked it up, flipped it over. “Villa Ombra. Syracuse. Ask for Father Marzio.” I let out a breath. “A priest?” “Or someone pretending to be one.” “Why would Luca leave that? Unless…” “Unless that’s where he went.” I nodded. “Then let’s follow the next shadow.”

Not long after I left Dawson Corporation, Shane Dawson sent me an address and a photo of our wedding venue: a Spanish castle named Castillo de Sol. The picture showed the castle’s facade consisting of ivory limestone walls and a blazing golden dome, luxury carved into every line. Right in the center of the shot stood Tania Collins, her curls tumbling over her shoulders, a crimson gown hugging her figure. My fingers hovered over her radiant smile for two long seconds. The absurdity sank in like ice.

"I want your fire. I want you to fight me, hate me, and still burn for me." His hand slid to her hip, pulling her against his arousal. "Tonight. After the docks. I'm going to show you exactly how much I appreciate having a real partner." Vincent cleared his throat. "Boss, the Colombians are waiting." Felix straightened his tie, instantly composed. But his eyes still burned when he looked at her. "Ready for the real test, Mrs. Castelli?" The docks at midnight were shrouded in fog. Their convoy arrived in three black SUVs,enough firepower to start a war.

I don't want you to choke on your food. Twilight decided to spend the day at the park since she didn't have anything better to do. She played on the swing for a whole hour, took a walk and rested on the bench. It was around five when she decided it was time to head back. On the way, she came across Ichiya. “Do I know you? Because you look a lot like my next girlfriend.” “Nice to see you too, Ichiya.” “Are you on your way home?” “Yeah.”

"All I have is a codename. Zvezda. Russian. Deadly. And untouchable." Valerio turned to Luca. "Get them. I want it all." They got out fast. Time was short. --- Later that night, Valerio and Sera stood on the roof of the villa, stars stretching out far beyond them. "Zvezda," Sera whispered. "What if we can't find them?" Valerio took her hand. "Then we burn everything she touches. We take apart her empire until she has nowhere to go." Sera leaned into him, the storm raging around them. But this time, they weren't running. They were hunting.

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

“Everything... about Vespera Nightingale.” Logan nodded, hurrying to keep pace. He pressed the elevator button as they reached the lobby. “I’ll get on it right away, sir.” But as the doors slid open and they stepped inside, Logan hesitated, the name feeling oddly familiar on his tongue. “Vespera Nightingale... Vespera...” His eyes widened as the elevator began to descend. “Hold on... isn’t she the newly announced female lead for Jerry Gray’s series? The Darkness Behind Me? Wait... is that her? That’s Vespera?”