"I would advise for you to dispose of any feelings your harbor for the foul-smelling teenage boy, dear child." "nah, i like my boyfriend. he buys me pop tarts without having to ask and likes the same baseball team i do. that's love in my book." {in which the human Cullen is the imprint of Embry Call, and she has a strange affinity for pop tarts} or {in which Juliette Cullen finds herself to be one of the most fascinating humans in the known world} { OC x EMBRY CALL } { FRIENDS TO LOVERS } { NEW MOON-POST BREAKING-DAWN PT.2 }

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.

"even the volturi fear you." "And yet, you do not run." ༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶ There is a name whispered in fear, a story buried in the ashes of time. A being so ancient, so untouchable, that even Aro himself refuses to speak of her. Lilithra Graves. A myth, they say. A legend, nothing more. But myths do not breathe. Myths do not kill. And myths do not walk among the living. Residing with the Cullens but forever on her own, Lilithra is neither ally nor enemy. She drinks human blood, walks in shadows, and wears gold that hums with secrets older than the Volturi themselves. She does not belong to any world-only to the void. But among those who fear her, one does not. Alec Volturi, silent and deadly, the bringer of nothingness. He has no past, no future-only duty. But when his path crosses with the one thing even the Volturi fear, something stirs in him that should not exist. She is his mate. His myth. His undoing. And when the Volturi come for her, Lilithra's name will no longer be a whisper. It will be a warning. ༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶ #2 twilight #1 bellaswan #3 alecvolturi #2 meganfox #3 janevolturi #1 volturi

"Honeybee, I can't imagine how my life would be if all your gravity did not hit me. Oh, don't you see, darling, my honeybee?" She was so beautifully broken and the moment he saw the pain in her eyes, he knew that he would do anything to make sure she never felt anything but happiness again... First, he just had to handle an angry fiancé and a pack of newly turned wolves...

Five years after the Cullens left Forks, Paul Lahote is twenty-three, angry, and famous. He should be on top of the world-frontman of Of Saints and Sins, a metalcore band tearing through the U.S. tour circuit with his brothers Jared, Quil, and Embry. Packed-out venues, sweaty pits, screaming fans. Whiskey, hotel rooms, girls he never remembers in the morning. But fame doesn't silence the ghosts. Paul still drinks to drown the things he can't forget: the blood, the war, and the vision of his own death that never left his bones. His friends think he's just hotheaded. The truth is darker. When their tour manager finally quits mid-run, sick of Paul's temper and self-destruction, the label sends in someone new. Mira Carver. Southern-born. Red hair, blue eyes, accent sharp enough to cut. She's witty, stubborn, motherly in ways the boys don't know they need-and completely unprepared for the chaos of babysitting four wolves disguised as rockstars. The second Paul sees her, the world shifts. The imprint slams into him like a breakdown riff-inescapable, undeniable. But fate isn't a song he can scream his way through. The harder he tries to resist her, the more she gets under his skin. Three months on the road. Sweltering Southern nights, the smell of whiskey and sweat clinging to the air. Motel rooms. Afterparties. Crowds roaring his name. And Mira-too close, too good, too much of a miracle for a man who thinks he's already damned. She's sin wrapped in salvation. And Paul Lahote was never good at resisting either. Southern Gothic grit meets the sweaty chaos of the metalcore scene in this Twilight continuation. For fans of fated love, broken boys, and stories that taste like whiskey, cigarette smoke, and blood-red stage lights. Warning: slow burn #1- Jared Cameron 9/24/25 #1-metalcore 9/24/25 #4- Appalachia 9/24/25 #1- Jasper Hale 9/29/25

It starts with snow. And a whisper through the Weave that feels suspiciously like sleigh bells. By December first, the pack can already tell something's... off. Sam Uley swears he feels static under his skin. Jared keeps tripping over coincidences that smell like cinnamon and fate. Paul can't walk past a Christmas carol without his pulse stuttering. Even Leah Clearwater-resident Grinch, breaker of mistletoes, hater of all things merry-is catching the faintest whiff of peppermint-scented destiny. When the elders start muttering about "a season of binding," the wolves of La Push realize what's happening: the Weave has decided it's time for everyone to find their imprint. All of them. Before Christmas Eve. Cue the absolute, sparkling chaos. NINE IMPRINT STORIES ONE BIG FIC Full Warning: Like all Hallmark Christmas movies, this fic is the fluffiest fluff to ever fluff.

Summer Whitaker is the kind of girl who leaves chalk suns on the sidewalks and photographs raindrops like they're miracles. After her mother's sudden death, she's forced to abandon her Vermont woods for the wet shadow of Forks, Washington-armed with nothing but her camera, her stubborn hope, and her bright, breakable heart. Emmett Cullen has spent nearly a century laughing too loud, lifting too much, and pretending eternity feels like anything other than loneliness. That changes the moment Summer sits beside him in biology with paint on her jeans and sunlight in her smile. He's not supposed to want her. He's not supposed to need her. He's not supposed to feel the pull of something ancient and terrifying. But Summer doesn't know she's his mate. She doesn't know she's the first thing he's ever wanted badly enough to break rules for. And she certainly doesn't know how close he is to asking her to prom when she shrugs and says: "We should just go as friends." What follows is a collision-of grief and immortality, starlight and constellations, laughter and unspoken truths. And somewhere between a dance floor and a midnight after-party argument that turns into something else entirely, Emmett realizes that loving a girl like Summer is its own impossible science. I only write happy endings.

Loretta Claire Dalton-Lettie-Claire to the few who get close enough to matter-came to Forks, Washington, to escape the stories that raised her. Back home in Hickory Grove, the old women always said some hungers were curses, that loving the wrong thing could hollow you out to the bone. At twenty-one, she's already seen enough to know they were right. She has no interest in the supernatural-no interest in anything that smells like fate. Teaching home ec and herbology is supposed to be safe. Ordinary. Until the night she meets Embry Call. One drink. One dance. One reckless moment that should have ended by sunrise. But fate has a cruel sense of humor-and some bonds don't care if you believe in them. Embry never wanted this either. He never asked to be tethered heart and soul to a woman who won't let him in, whose sharp tongue hides the same bone-deep longing that keeps him awake at night. But imprinting doesn't ask permission, and the pull between them grows harder to fight. She tells herself she can outrun it, that she can shut the door on destiny and never look back. But some threads don't break. Some stories refuse to end unfinished. In the dark of the pines, between old magic and new desire, Lettie-Claire will learn the hardest truth of all: What's meant for you will find you. And it will not let go. A/N Aged up Embry Call X OC New Moon-Breaking Dawn No Child Imprints In MY Twilight Mature themes #1 - imprint 11/3/24 #1- Appalachian 11/3/25

There are rules a priest cannot break. Paul Lahote has made a life out of obeying them. He's traded the wildness of La Push for the clean, quiet penance of Vermont: old stone, cold mornings, and the slow ache of solitude. Here, he wears his collar like a shackle and tells himself it's salvation-anything to outrun the man he used to be. The boy with too many fists, too much hunger. The wolf. But there are some temptations that cannot be exorcised. When Sister Eden Celeste Cameron arrives to serve the parish-gentle, radiant, carrying her own ghosts-Paul's penance shatters in the flicker of a candle flame. The first time he hears her voice in prayer, he knows he's damned. The first time he touches her, he is reborn. Between confessions and communion, late-night rain and the hush of candlelight, their devotion grows into something wild, forbidden, and holy. The wolf inside Paul howls for her. The man kneels for her. And the priest-he cannot tell where his faith ends and she begins. But Vermont is watching. So is God. The church is cold and unyielding, and secrets fester like rot beneath the stained glass. As their passion threatens to consume them both, Paul and Eden are forced to choose: deny their desire and live in the shadows, or risk damnation for a love that feels like grace. This is his confession: He is not sorry. He would do it again. In a world of saints and sinners, can two lost souls find forgiveness in each other's arms? Or will the truth leave them both in ruins? A story of holy fire and forbidden longing, Lamb Among Wolves is a Southern Gothic romance set in the frostbitten heart of New England-where faith is fragile, desire is dangerous, and the only thing more sinful than breaking the rules is loving each other anyway.

Piper Valentine hadn't planned on moving to La Push. Nobody plans to move to a place that smells like sea salt, pine sap, and other people's history. She told herself it would be temporary-just a year of awkward dinners with her dad's new wife, Tiffany Call, and her quiet, infuriatingly polite stepson, Embry. Then college. Then freedom. What she didn't plan on was Jared Cameron-the boy who grinned like sunlight breaking through storm clouds and looked at her as if she'd tilted his entire universe off its axis. He was loud, charming, and impossible to pin down. One minute a joke, the next a riddle. Piper couldn't decide if he was hiding something or if he was something-some strange, beautiful anomaly in the equation of her life. And she wasn't wrong. Because Jared Cameron was keeping a secret that didn't just defy reason-it rewrote it. In a town where everyone knows everyone, The Surprisingly Complex Physics of Piper Valentine is about the way people collide, the gravity that pulls them together, and what happens when fate stops being theoretical. #1 - JaredCameron 11/11/25 #1- PaulLahote 11/11/25 #2- Imprint 11/11/25 #2- EmbryCall 11/11/25 #1- NewMoon 11/13/25 #1 - QuilAteara 12/30/25 #1- EmilyYoung 1/5/26