What's Emmett's Power In Twilight Novels & Stories

Even though we live in modern times, the coven seems stuck in the Dark Ages. As the heir apparent to the throne, Zalindra is under pressure to marry in order to maintain the lineage's strength. Seriously? That feels so out of touch with today's world. Her true passion lies in honing her skills to protect the coven. Romance? Not a priority for her, let alone marriage. But everything changes when she encounters Lucian and Lorian. I hate to sound cliché, but it was a case of instant attraction. Just one tiny hiccup: they have no idea they're witches. That doesn't make me want them any less .

When Aria returns home for summer, she discovers her dad’s friend’s son, Jace, has grown into irresistible trouble. Forbidden by both families, she decides to seduce him—turning their tension into a dangerous game neither can resist. But one stolen moment risks exposing everything, threatening the fragile peace between their fathers.

I’ve spent my whole life pretending I’m ordinary—because in a world ruled by Alphas, ordinary is the only kind of safe. Then Adam Blackwood stepped out of the forest with silver eyes and blood on his hands… and decided I belonged to him. I should have run. I tried. But the moment he touched me, something in my veins woke up—something ancient and hungry and wrong to the people who want power they can’t control. When I brought him back from death with my hands shaking and my heart breaking, the pack whispered the truth I’ve been denying my entire life: Healer. Now every Alpha with a grudge wants me. Some want my body. Some want my gift. Some want me on my knees, bound in ritual and blood, while they carve my fate into stone. And the worst part? Adam will burn the world down before he lets them take me. But loving an Alpha isn’t safe. Trusting him could ruin me. And if my power keeps growing—if the moon’s voice in my head is telling the truth—then I’m not just fighting for my life anymore. I’m fighting for my daughter. And for the bond that could either save us… or damn us both.

S.I.X. Also spelled SIX, or simply the number 6. With over eight billion people in the world, seven of those eight reckon with the name S.I.X. To the oblivious masses, it’s just a name. To the fairly informed, it’s a jinx, bringing destruction. To the cops and government, it’s their nemesis. And to the Mafia world, it’s the legacy of a legend. * Ten years in the Italian ‘La Fratellanza’ Mafia family, SIX has harbored a fervent urge to hang up his boots and leave the dark world he has grown to love. But he, more than anyone else, knows the rules: the brotherhood is forever, and the only way out is in a body bag. With much appeal, he is cut some slack and given one condition - protect the Rodriguez heiress until she finally gets wedded to the Capo of the La Fratellanza family. Frustrated, SIX unwinds at a bar and ends up in bed with a mysterious vixen. The next morning, he takes the first flight to NYC to begin his assignment. But there she is, in the arms of the Capo, and he finally learns her real name - Arabella Rodriguez, fiancée to the Capo, heiress to the Rodriguez empire... and his fucking one-night stand. A bloody twist! But the beginning of a catastrophe in his quest to leave the dark world.

In a world of organized crime, Sierra Williams finds herself trapped in a marriage with Jordan Pierce, a powerful Mafia lord. As betrayal and lies from someone unexpected threaten to destroy their bond, can they find love and redemption amidst the chaos?

Melissa Rockwell, an omega in the Packhouse was fated mate with the Alpha’s son, Alfredo. They’ve professed their undying love to each other countless times, and their relationship would be made public once Alfredo becomes the next Alpha of Silverrose Pack. But things took a drastic turn when Melissa got rejected by Alfredo and to crown it all she was also accused of theft and was sentenced to death. A night before she was to be executed Melissa was given a second chance at life when the person she least expect came to her rescue and set her free from the dungeon she was locked in. How will an omega, who is also an orphan survive as a rogue in the wild with nowhere or no one to turn to?

WARNING!!! SMUT OVERLOAD I was Draven’s everything...his secret human weakness, the one he fucked raw every night like he couldn’t breathe without me. The Alpha of the most ruthless werewolf pack in the city saved me, claimed me, and made me believe I was more than just a breeder. Then he walked into the pack house holding 'her'... 'his fated mate'...announcing she would be his Luna. My blood turned to ice as the man who once growled “you’re mine” against my throat now looked at me like I was nothing. My heart shattered and my body still aches for his touch, I have one choice left: run...or make the Alpha regret every lie he ever moaned into my skin. Because this human isn’t going down without a fight...or without dragging him back into my bed one last time.

Mates were supposed to protect each other, but why do mine keep shredding my soul. ********* As Alpha Ronald's mate, I thought I'd hit the jackpot, but time proved that that was the worst thing to ever happen to me. Now I was left wondering if the goddess herself had forsaken me. Just when I had given up on everything, something I thought impossible happened to an Omega like me. I found another mate, another Alpha. Will he be my salvation or my downfall? Would this one treat me right or would he be just like my other mate? With my heart still fragile from all the abuse I'd endured, I was not certain I could afford to trust again. Yet, something about this stranger seemed to draw me in, making me wonder if I will finally get the love I deserve, or he is just a bigger monster in a suit.

On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed. When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me. After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years. I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home. When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come home. Our daughter, ever so thoughtful, placed her most treasured possession—a photograph of Roy—into my hands. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said softly. "Look, Daddy's right here." I tried to convince myself that his absence was due to a delayed flight. But later that night, while watching the news, I saw him. He was on a crowded city street, holding a young girl in his arms. Beside him stood a woman, her smile soft and warm. Facing the camera, Roy said, "Being with them is my greatest wish." At that moment, something inside me broke. I wrote up the divorce papers, packed our things, and planned to take Eve to change her identity. I didn't want him anymore. The day before we left, a man I had never met came to see me. He was Roy's father. "You could call me Dad," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I'd rather you call me Ryan." I told him everything about the past five years—how I had waited, how I had hoped. When I finished, he laughed softly, an unusual warmth in his voice. "If it was just business," he said, "perhaps your father should have tied a bow around me and sent me to your bed instead. But I hold my liquor well—if I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."

Time The greatest revelation of our universe. Rhythmic, eternal, valuable. It is always watching, acknowledging, and recording. The moment he realized the heavy truth, he knew he had to act fast. In the rubble of heaven and hell, he chose the familiar warmth of home- Her. The one whom he selfishly broke, betrayed, lied, and eventually lost. The story uncurls its threads, making him realize importance of each breath. What was left unsaid must be said now before this time slips from his fingertips, demolishing the second chance. Treading the thorny path of redemption, wearing a bleeding heart on his sleeve, the Devil professes a tale of undying love, while craving forgiveness from the soul that was bound to his. Endlessly