Edward <3

AN:Things I own, six bucks and a Dr. Pepper. Things I don't own, Twilight, Edward, Rob, I think bạn get the picture. bởi the way, if bạn got that joke drop me line. I tình yêu Gee.

Why hello agian! I know, it hasn't even been that long. That's great right. I would just like to give a quick thanks to all my reviewers. I tình yêu hearing from bạn guys and repling. I'm not gonna lie, it makes me feel good. Big thanks also goes to State of Delusion for making this readable. Also, big thanks to Batgirl8968 and Multicolored Eyes from PTB for their help.







Chapter 5

When Anger Shows?



In that moment bạn realize,...

here bạn go



As the two people hurried towards me I could finally tell there was a woman and a man but other than that nothing, it was nearly pitch black down that alley so I couldn’t see much. The people finally reached me and the woman crouched down, she placed one cold hand on my arm and began to speak.
“Oh Honey bạn look frozen, are bạn ok?” The woman’s voice was beautiful like âm nhạc her concern was obvious.
“Em, Give me your coat” The woman said, I’m guessing she đã đưa ý kiến it to the tall guy behind her as we were the only three people there.
“Huh, What?” The man’s booming voice...

Chapter 5: Everything is in black and gray.
Renesmee’s family were scattered around the room, looking at ease. Her parent’s faces brightened as soon as she walked in and her mum rose out of her father’s arm and danced towards her to give Renesmee a hug. She saw her wrinkle her nose as she pulled away.
“Not my fault,” Renesmee muttered to herself. They all laughed and Alice danced towards her, pulling on her hand. She sat Renesmee down on the couch, curling her legs under her. Her mum fell back into her father’s lap on the floor and he kissed her cheek.
“So bạn probably are wondering...

A/N: I wrote this silly little fic awhile back and I really liked it even though it wasn't very long.


It’s On

“Jake, are bạn sure bạn want to do this?”

I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face at the question. We were lounging around in the living room of the Cullen house and Nessie was staring at me, a laugh hidden in her smile. It should have hurt that she was questioning my judgment, but I couldn’t blame her on this particular subject. If I was her, I would be asking the same question… was I absolutely nuts? Of course, now that I had agreed to this I couldn’t back...