sorry, it's short, but i had to work alot thêm than usual this week. hope bạn enjoy the chẻ, phân chia, split POV's. :P


part 6
Edward's POV
She flicked her hair back from her shoulder, an adorable expression playing on her face.
I wanted to feel her warm soft lips on mine again, but there were too many watching eyes. Damn children. Almost all of them were whispering, the gossip already spreading. If only they knew.
We walked into the small, badly lit front office together. The middle aged receptionist thought what a nice couple we would make. I couldn’t help but smile at her kindness.
I hung back near the door...

part 4
“Maybe that’s why Edward can’t hear you.” Carlisle mused, his eyes alight with excitement. “Like some kind of shield.” He started talking with Jasper and Alice about this new possibility while Emmett and Rosalie made out on the đi văng across the room.
“We’ll have to come up with an excuse as to why bạn guys aren’t at school...” Esme started, but tactfully moved away when she realised that Edward and I were not really paying attention.
“Oh, Bella. I had no idea.” He muttered, leaning in to Kiss my nose.
“Don’t blame yourself, please. It was my stupid idea.”...

xin chào guys...i know its been a while, but my grandmother recently passed away and i haven't been in a nghề viết văn mood. Moon Shadow doesn't seem to be happening, but i thought bạn might like the story i mentioned in my last chapter. enjoy.

summary
The năm is 1918. Bella and Edward's lives are perfect. Just one week away from their wedding everything is going their way, until fate tears them apart. Almost a hundred years passes. Will fate bring them back together again?

Bella’s POV
Another ngày of high school. bạn would think I would be used to it bởi now, the never ending monotony, the glances, the...

this is just a piece that could be from new moon.



Fate had được trao me the best months of my life, thêm than I had any right to expect.
So was it fair for me to wish for more? To ask for thêm than I had so generously been given?
Was it wrong for me to be sad? To feel like life had come to a standstill and nothing mattered anymore? I knew it wasn’t fair, wasn’t right, for me to be feeling like this, but I couldn’t do anything. Couldn’t di chuyển on, couldn’t live through the long days. It seemed that time moved slower, so much slower than before. It seemed slow enough to count every một giây that...