For ten thousand years, the world has whispered the names of the first immortals as monsters, legends, and gods. Few know the truth. Before kingdoms rose, before history was written, there was a family that refused to fall. Bound by blood, betrayal, and an unbreakable vow of always and forever, the Original siblings-Finn, Elijah, Klaus, Kol, and Rebekah Mikaelson-have endured the rise and collapse of civilizations. Beside them has stood another immortal equally feared and revered: Kisa Bennett Mikaelson, the Original Heretic, daughter of the ancient Bennett witch Anaya and Klaus Mikaelson's eternal wife. A siphoner who became one of the world's first vampire-witch hybrids, Kisa possesses a power that has survived ten millennia without ever bowing to fate. Empires have crumbled. Enemies have vanished into dust. Time has claimed countless souls. But the First Family remains. Immortal. Unbroken. And bound together by a love-and a loyalty-that even eternity has failed to destroy. Now, as the curse binding the Original Hybrid begins to stir and fate quietly circles the town of Mystic Falls, forgotten prophecies awaken, ancient magic calls its children home, and the oldest family in history prepares for a reckoning that could reshape the world once more.

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What if Carlisle and Aro were forced to share custody? Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the associated characters. I do not own any of the pictures that are used in this book, so credit to the original people.

Bonnie Bennett was never meant to be the stagehand in Elena Gilbert's tragedy. Left to her own devices during a lonely New York summer at age twelve, she catches the eye of Niklaus Mikaelson-not as a tool for his ascension, but as a diamond in the rough. Under the secret patronage of the world's most dangerous bastard, Bonnie doesn't learn nature's magic; she learns the language of intention, hardwiring her power into geometric arrays and hand-tutting tattoos that answer only to her. By the time the Salvatores' arrive in Mystic Falls expecting a submissive servant to the coven, they find a professional contractor who demands payment in blood and grimoires. Together with a hyper-competent Caroline Forbes, Bonnie draws a permanent boundary line around her life.

Jasper Hale was born to blood and war. He had worn the uniform of the Union, carried the weight of slaughter across centuries, and buried himself in the Cullens' false salvation. But guilt is a brand deeper than any scar, and when he nearly lost himself in Bella Swan's blood, Jasper knew he couldn't stay. He fled north, into the cold. Into exile. Into Montana. Elkhorn Ranch was meant to be penance. A place where the days were carved out of ice and bone, where silence pressed down heavier than the snow. He came there as a ghost, another drifter with calloused hands and eyes too old to meet. But fate had already marked him. Wyatt Rose Uley was branded long before Jasper laid eyes on her. Born in La Push, she had carried the weight of an absent father, a brother who turned into something monstrous after she ran, and a mother who had nothing left to give. Wyatt carved her own way out-eighteen years old, a duffel bag and a sharp tongue, rodeo summers and brutal winters that kept her alive. She was fire and grit. He was ash and ruin. And when they met, the world shifted. What began as barbs in the frozen dark bled into something more dangerous: a hunger that burned hotter than the firewood in the bunkhouse stove. He called her Rosebud when she spat curses at him. She called him pretty boy when she should have called him predator. They bickered, they laughed, and somewhere between, they bled into each other. He thought he had come to Montana to disappear. She thought she had come to Montana to survive. But Alice Cullen had already seen it-the long winter nights, the stars stretched like scars across the sky, the moment Jasper Hale would meet the woman who would undo him. Some bonds are forged in blood. Some loves are carved out of ruin. And some fires brand you forever. This is Branded. A Southern Gothic tale of ghosts, cowboys, and a love too sharp to let go.

She is a werewolf born to protect her tribe and destined to lead. After a violent incident gets her expelled, Luna Black transfers to Forks High, where she plans to keep her head down and stay out of trouble. That's until she locks eyes with Jasper Hale. He's quiet. Cold. Dead. Everything she's supposed to hate. But when the imprint binds them, everything changes. Suddenly, Luna is tangled in a forbidden connection with the very thing her tribe was born to kill. No matter how much they try to resist, gravity keeps pulling them together. Because love might be written in the stars... ...but it was never meant to be easy. [forbidden love] [J.Hale x Fem! OC] [ongoing] [Twilight - Breaking Dawn part two]

𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐉𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞? 𝐎𝐡, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬' 𝐜𝐚𝐭... 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐉𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬' 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧? 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐉𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲?

Bonnie really only had one person she could count on. Her Aunt. She was rarely in town but always seemed to arrive at the moment that Bonnie needed her. She's the one who took her clothes shopping and the one that sent her a care package for every period, including her first one. Right on time and without being told. But she was a witch. She lived in a small Louisiana town near Shreveport. When Grams dies, instead of calling her Aunt, Bonnie runs away from Mystic Falls that night and to her Aunt's house. She begs her forgiveness and tells her she understands if she hates her. Her Aunt doesn't hate her at all. She knows that her mother had made some mistakes and she understands Bonnie can make mistakes. Bonnie asked her the question she always wanted to: Why couldn't she be her mother.

Renee Marcs has spent years building her name in Detroit's underground fashion scene a designer with attitude, edge, and a vision sharp enough to cut through the noise. When a last-minute call pulls her backstage at a national award show, she has no idea her life's about to shift. One of Eminem's designer outfits has been ruined minutes before he's due to perform. The team is in chaos. The rapper himself is fuming. And Renee? She's the only one bold enough to step in and fix it. That single encounter a needle, a thread, and a spark turns into something neither of them expected. Soon she's hired as his creative director, shaping his look, his videos, and the image that defines an era. But as their connection deepens, so does the tension. Behind the platinum albums and flashing cameras lie jealousy, fame, betrayal, and bruises no camera ever catches. Their love becomes both muse and madness - passionate, toxic, and unforgettable. Renee learns that being close to a legend means walking the line between devotion and destruction. Because in Detroit, love isn't soft. It's loud. It's real. And sometimes, it hurts. Some stories aren't about fairy-tale endings - they're about surviving the fire together THERE WILL BE SMUT

just read it. I don't own twilight or its characters, I just own my OC.