𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 || 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧
F O R K S
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ ᴡᴀsʜᴇs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ... ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ
A small, isolated town, trapped beneath a slate sky that never clears. Here, the rain washes almost everything away... except the scars carved into your skin.
Elisabeth - Lizzy to those close to her, Miss Disaster to everyone else - thought she was escaping a violent ex, a ruined past, and that strange curse that always drags her toward trouble. Mistake. In Forks, danger finds you before you even have time to breathe.
She has her sarcastic younger brother, a blind grandmother who sometimes whispers to shadows, and a taciturn sheriff who only believes in facts. But one encounter eclipses all the rest: Dr. Carlisle Cullen. Too impeccable, too ancient in his gestures, too cold behind those golden eyes... and yet, impossibly magnetic.
They say the Cullens never age. That they keep a secret no one dares to name. And when strange crimes begin to shake Forks, Lizzy realizes that every step closer to the truth pulls her deeper toward him... and toward the hunger she swears she sees burning in his gaze.
Here, it always rains. And sometimes, what runs down your skin is not water.
"𝑨 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓, 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆𝒏... 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒉'𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆.
