“You’re too sweet for me”

You weren't like Bella. Where she was awkward and quiet, you were sweet and captivating, with a charm that drew people in like moths to a flame. You had always played with fire, testing the boundaries of what the world would allow you to have. And now, it seemed, you'd set your sights on Carlisle. Little did you know, the bond you felt wasn't one-sided. Carlisle, centuries your senior, had spent decades mastering control. Yet the second you entered his life-your innocent smile, your coy glances-his world tilted. He knew better, but that pull, that undeniable connection, made it impossible to stay away.

You’re his mate but you’re barely 18, too young for him. You haven’t been tainted by the world yet and he wills himself to stay away. But it’s hard when you’re older sister is dating his son, and you’re always around him, batting youre pretty eyes up at him

Carlisle sat on the sofa in the living room, looking rather tired though he tried not to show it. He was deep in thought when he heard the sound of the front door opening and Edward and Bella’s footsteps entering the house.

But Carlisle’s interest was piqued when he recognized the sound of a third pair of footsteps, much softer and lighter. It was then that the familiar sweet scent of your sweet perfume (blood) wafted into the room.