Romans & histoires Waylon Twilight

I don't know why I always come to her or what has been left because there was nothing between us to start with in the first place. We drove all the way to come to a bar where the women didn’t know the two idiots I call my band members. Their reputations are steadily growing. Mike is the one who plays bass and Ryan who is also Rebel's twin brother is the guitarist and instrument player while Rebel is the drummer and while I am the lead singer, Tyler is the rhythm guitarist. Mike and Ryan like to fuck over and needs women like they need air for breathing, nothing serious but just fucking and some nonsensical shit. Tyler is no other than both but yeah good looks can do charms and one more perk

She nodded and I left the room immediately. At the bar, there were more morning customers than usual. I left home around 9am and got a new book before reaching the bar. I took orders, serve the customers, gave them chairs, collected the bill and read at intervals. I was multitasking and I was getting used to it. Things were getting better at home lately. The relationship between my mother and I was smooth. My siblings were doing okay and Tami had recovered already. However, we still had a financial gap to bridge. Osifa will soon enter into a Junior Secondary School and we needed money for her registration soonest. With the economic downturn, inflation was at every corner and what we earned w

Theron's POV The day of the event was finally here. This is the day I officially put Twilight on the map. Another success to celebrate. Many of my past lovers have been calling nonstop to accompany me to the event but I turned them all down. I don't want any drama tonight so I decided to just go alone.

And I decided to change, to stop the drug lifestyle I had started and to take my life back. I opened a bookstore, which is doing quite well, I even have an assistant. It was much later that I learned who this mysterious man was. Calvin Lloyd, the alpha of the Twilight Pack. He had given me a mischievous look before holding out his hand, eyes as blue as the sky, he must have been twenty-eight years old. It was his hand that he had caressed his sex, I think I blushed when I recognized it. I didn't grab his hand and for three years now we've been fighting a cold war, me to hide the attraction I have for him, and him because he's a big jerk and nothing else. I wonder if he knows it was me that d

It had taken almost six months for them to coordinate a time for both to be present here in Twilight Woods. Not only will Wyatt's Beta position be up for discussion, but his murder of Vincent. And the vampire must decide whether or not he should be punished for killing a sire. I was so fixated by the slow ticking of the clock, that I was nearly knocked down when Helena launched herself onto my legs in an attempt to escape the “Daddy monster”. “Hewlp me, mama,” she screamed as Wyatt rounded the corner of the island. I scooped her up quickly, running away with her as she giggled over my shoulder.

"I guess we'll just have to stay ahead of him then. And after we take care of Harding once and for all, we can disappear. Where do you think we should go, once we break Stella out, and then we get to ride away into the sunset." It took all of Waylon's self control not to roll his eyes in response to her confidence that they would come out of this alive and well and capable of at least hobbling away from Harding's lair. "I know I didn't mention this earlier, but I know a guy in Edmonton. Or I knew him. I haven't talked to him since before-" Waylon's voice trailed off and he turned his head and stared at the wall for a few long minutes.

" Okay, but what about my payment?" I nodded. Finding no other way to kill my time here. He guides me to the bar and steadies the revolving bar chair for me to sit. I felt strange again. No man has treated me with so much respect before. He seemed like a nice guy. We started chit-chatting, but my eyes were fixed on my brother's back. Ryder was telling me that he was the head warrior in the second-biggest pack in the world. He attended mid-semester to finish his studies.

"Before I kill you." "Rush Balista, Leader of the Hunter Warrior Clan." He smiled as he took a step forward. "Now, you... are... mine." He leaped for me, but I grabbed him by the collar and threw him through the sliding glass doors. Glass crashed outward with him, splintering into the living room as Rush fell backward off the balcony, followed by his partner. They both flailed their arms and legs in the air as they fell hard onto the grassy courtyard. They got up, and then other members of Nightshade saw us and pointed up. They started climbing the side of the Compound, headed toward us, roaches crawling after fresh meat.

“Evan! I was wrong about you! “Tyler has no grudges against you, yet you’re beating him like you want him dead. You’re going to pay for this today!” Without a moment’s hesitation, she grabbed a heavy rod from the side and swung it down hard against my body. Smack! Smack! Smack! The specially-made rod carried a punishing weight. Within moments, I could feel warm blood soaking through my clothes. Rosie stood to the side, watching coldly as the strikes rained down. At one point, the pain was too much, and I blacked out—only to be jolted awake by a bucket of icy water being dumped over my head.

Yvonne asked me to focus on a beam of light on the ceiling. I concentrated on the light. After a few minutes, she asked gently, “Who are you?” “Aurora Twilight.” “Do you know Harry Chalamet?” “Yes, I do.” “No, you don’t.” “I do. I know him. No… I don’t know him.” “You don’t know him.” “I… don’t know him.”