Romans & histoires Wattpad Twilight

____ Twilight sat nervously, fidgeting with her fingers as she waited. Soon, the door opened, and a cop led her father into the space opposite her, separated by the transparent glass barrier between them. Christopher sat down, placing his cuffed hands on the table and leaning forward slightly. A scoff tore from his throat. "Who was that Alpha?" he asked. "I didn’t come here for that..." "Answer my fucking question!" he snapped, and Twilight’s jaw clenched. "He came out of nowhere, beat me up, and threw me into this jail. Since when did you start involving yourself in the werewolf world without my knowledge?"

he asked as he watched Heart Twilight finish copying another subject notebook that he borrowed from them. “So, I am busted now, huh?” Heart Twilight muttered and sighed. “Well, I must have been since Friday.” He said and looked at Rynier whose eyes brightened after he (Heart Twilight) finally admitted that he is really not ‘Heart Twilight’ – a female transferee who is a classmate of Rai and Shane.

MY MOM drove us to the airport, the window of the car we were riding in was left open. Phoenix city temperature 23° C, clear sky, blue without clouds. I wore my favorite shirt — sleeveless, white lace; I wear it as a symbol of farewell. The object I was carrying was a piece of parka… er, but this is Bella's story in the Twilight novel, not mine. Ha ha! I am sorry to Stephenie Meyers for brazenly copying the main paragraphs of her novels. I did not mean to plagiarism, really! I love her!

Not the love my parents gave me, but the fundamental truth of who and what I am. My phone buzzes with another text from Laura: *EARTH TO TIFFY! Did you DIE after your date?? DETAILS PLEASE* I sigh and type back: *Sorry, wasn't feeling well. Tell you later.* What I really want to say is: *Hey, guess what? Apparently, I'm a werewolf with two rival packs fighting over a destined mate with forest-green eyes and me. Also, I might transform into a wolf at the next full moon. Normal Tuesday, right?*

Wanted. He kissed down the valley between my breasts, then circled my nipple with his tongue before taking it into his mouth. I gasped again, breathless, his name spilling from my lips. His tongue moved expertly as he sucked gently, alternating between both sides, leaving my skin tingling. By the time his hand slid between my thighs, I was already soaked. He paused, looking into my eyes once more. I gave another nod, my breath shallow. He kissed down my stomach, then hooked his fingers into my panties and slowly pulled them down my legs.

You can be mad all you want; I can bear your anger, but I am dragging you with me. Swiftly, I turn and walk to my room. I need to prepare because stepping into the Montgomery mansion is like stepping into a den of wild tigers; everyone will want to get a piece of you. I have studied them long enough to know what they are: monsters. I have spent most of my life gathering very big and little information I can get on them.

For an infinitе, suspеndеd momеnt, shе knеw nothing but thе whitеout hazе of rеlеasе, еvеry worry and hеartachе sеarеd from еxistеncе in thе firеs of hеr climax. Whеn awarеnеss finally bеgan filtеring back in, it was to find hеrsеlf cradlеd in Tylеr's arms, thеir swеat-slickеd bodiеs still еntwinеd in thе tanglеd aftеrglow. Hе prеssеd tеndеr kissеs along thе slеndеr column of hеr throat, his touch infinitеly gеntlеr than thе brutal possеssion that had prеcеdеd it.

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.

“I guess that comes with the awe of being little. Although far too often we grow up to forget the simple things." "Twilight is a separate world from ours. It is a time of beauty and wonder, and yet it is a time of death and rebirth. It's an endless cycle ever flowing and leading us into tomorrow," he said stepping closer to her and moving her blonde hair from her deep blue eyes. “Tell me about your dad?”

It would be easier for me to accept such sublime zombie feelings. - How it works? - I suddenly asked, - How is the imprint? Or how? It wasn't exactly the start he expected. - Imprint? What's this? - okay, we haven't read Twilight. Literature has been written about them, by the way, I could have been curious. - Well, this is from the Twilight books, where the wolf found its mate, imprinted with one glance - and all the other is not needed. Here - this is already a familiar look, looking at me as if I were stupid.