Harry Twilight 소설 & 이야기

I tried to blend in with the shadows like I always did, but with this girl and her brother dragging me down the hall, it was hard. We got to the administrative part of the building. Harry was just coming out of the Counsellor’s office with his uniform over his arm. He looked from me to the twins and back again, his mouth into the beginning of a very annoying smile, and I shot him a deadly glare, warning him with my eyes not to say anything to me. For the first time, the little rat actually obeyed. He passed us without a word, but when I turned to look back at him, he stuck his tongue out.

"It seems a bit complicated. There was a slight pause, he continued. “I'm engaged to Isabella, but I have a child with her sister who I happen to have a one night stand with, and I just found out about it.” Isabella now knows that I had a one night stand with her sister Sharon and am caught between them. I have no idea what to do. Alex let out a long moan. "Man, that's a tough place. But let me ask you this: Who would you like to be with?” Davis halted momentarily before he could respond.

'I will use my whole life to make it up to Joanne and Tail, but what about the people who hurt Joanne four years ago? 'I need to think about how painful the price they should pay for hurting Joanne...' ... At that same time, Harry was also sleepless. Edwin had posted dozens of the sleeping Tail's adorable photos. Of course, Harry noticed that. Harry looked at the photos of Edwin and Tail one by one. Although Harry was angry that Edwin had placed him under house arrest, he still happily shared the photos with the butler and asked, "Look at the photos. Do they look like each other?"

I sat at the school's pool, reading my history textbook. I didn't understand it but I was trying. Not a single soul was at the pool to my delight. I love reading in quiet places. It was just me, my book, and the shimmering dancing water. I was reading about the foundation of Twilight Castle; it was originally the first vampire royal castle before the great vampire queen, Queen Rida Red, who willed it to be a school for every paranormal after her death. The present king, Dermot's father, built a much bigger and better castle to live in, while this one became a school.

EDINA POV It’s hard to tell when it’s day or night in the Twilight Court—always hovering somewhere in between, caught in that breathless moment before the sun tips too far or the stars take full command. But when the air cools just enough to sink into your bones and the wind whispers like it’s trying not to wake something—that’s how you know it’s evening. I shift in the satin sheets, stretching slowly. A weight anchors me. Rhaenan’s arm draped across my waist.

Sarah asked. "Not from mine," I admitted. "What about yours?" "A couple," she said with a shrug. "But that was years ago. They've already graduated." Soon enough, the twins took it upon themselves to give us an unofficial orientation. They pointed out buildings, groups of students, and dropped names as if we were supposed to recognize all of them. They explained the social system at Twilight and the power dynamics that ruled it. That was when I learned the blonde witch from yesterday was named Chrissy.

Upon entering the shop, Tybalt approached me with a phone right on his face; our shoulders brush against each other but he did not mind. "How's your knee?" "Eh - oh, it's okay, it's good. It's better.." "You're effortlessly funny, Lorien," he giggles. "Huh?" "Let's go!!" Harry exclaims, carrying three coffee drinks, throwing his free left arm up in the air in enthusiasm. I can never keep with his energy, why the hell did he pick me as his twin? But anyway, twins has their own differences.

"...I am the soul mate of a wolf." Harry merely nodded once before making a muted - o with his lips. Then he shrugged dismissively and walked around her to find his travel bag. "My Mate is a vampire of high nobility. And, me, I'm just a wolf. Besides, I understand that my Mate's lifestyle is above mine. Indeed, I am just a wolf, and my Mate is a vampire of high nobility coveted by all," Harry replied coldly as he put away his artifact and pulled a pair of black pants from the bag.

Torches burned in iron brackets on the walls, casting dancing shadows that made everything look like a nightmare. And everywhere I looked, there were eyes. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Glowing in the darkness between the pillars. Watching me. "Ah, the half-blood awakens." A voice echoed from somewhere above. I looked up and saw a balcony circling the room. On it stood a woman with silver hair and skin so pale she looked like she had been carved from ice. She was beautiful in the way a frozen lake was beautiful—stunning, but capable of killing you if you stepped wrong.

Martha poised and elegant in a cream blouse, Stewart in his pressed shirt, the newspaper folded neatly beside his plate as usual. “Good morning,” I greeted, my voice strained, while forcing a smile as I took my seat. “Morning, darling,” Martha replied, her voice warm. One of the staff moved swiftly to set a plate in front of me, eggs, toast, and a side of fruit I had no appetite for. Martha’s eyes caught mine, sharp beneath the softness. “You look tired, dear. Is everything all right?” she asked, her voice now laced with worry. I hesitated, glancing at Stewart before answering. “It’s….it was a long night. I began, Tariq came to my room, said he had bad dream. And….he asked about his father.”