Helena_Seryma

This is Jacob and Renesmee fanfic. Tropes: Age gap, imprint on underage, alpha, Trauma, possession.

She is an old soul, ageless. Born from an impossible union between a human mother and a vampire father. Her mate, a werewolf.

Some girls found love in kindergarten, others in their teens. Renesmee, found her mate the moment she came to this world. The moment their eyes met, even as a baby, she knew Jacob will be hers and she will be his for life. The notion was engraved in her very soul.

But such a relationship doesn't come easy when you are born a half-vampire and half-something else. As society and social norms tear them apart. Will, what destiny tight together survive the harsh reality?

This is the story of Jacob and Renesmee as they promised to meet their faith together. The date of their reunion as fated mates.

The date [twilight fanfic]

I can sometimes feel him close. Once I sensed his presence while I was walking back home from school. When I looked over my shoulder there was no one. Just a mischievous wind rustling the black leaves of the trees boarding the street.


I'm not saying it was pleasant. Every damn minute was torture. The first few months were rough. I was a zombie that barely spoke two words. Mom and Dad were worried. They thought I'd revert back to my hunger strike period again. I didn't. I told them on a sunny Saturday, "Mom, Dad, I want to go back to school and I want to learn how to use my powers," of course they stare dumbfounded with gaping mouths. The shock lasted for a while—a long time.


Reka Singh came around the house. No, she was not allowed entrance. Both my parents hated her for obvious reasons I'll not mention. Drinks. Bad reputation. Her being a shifter. I'm rapidly starting to think that Dad might be racist towards wereanimals of all shapes and sizes. But that's just a hunch.


About that night I partied too hard and people ended up dead—that night I was supposed to sleep at Grandpa Charlie's. Yeah, that one party I should have never set foot in Mason's house. I got away from it with a pile of lies.


A rustling wind