My parents knew how to keep a girl awake, anyway. My MP3 Player was on full volume, the duvet over my head and the door firmly shut. But the cottages walls were paper-thin; I could hear the thrashing and moans of contentment in the tiếp theo room.
I sighed. It was so frustrating to be the only one who needed sleep. Nine Cullens. Almost all connected bởi venom. Not I. No. I didn't have venom. I was, to my utter disdain, half human. I was able to run only half as fast as the others. Half as strong. Half as powerful. Half the vampire.
It's not like I didn't try. I shunned all aspects of my mortal side. Wearing golden contacts, only consuming blood, depriving myself of sleep. The one thing I couldn't do though, was hate the ma sói scent.
It wasn't like it didn't disgust me. The smell of wet, dirty dogs. The kind of dog that hadn't washed in a month. And then jumped in a litter-filled, rat-infested, sewer-leaking-into river. It filled my nostrils with almost every breath I took, as the Người sói presence in the main house was near constant. At least the cottage air was pure, though the smell clung to my designer clothing.
But how could I detest the smell of the species which the tình yêu of my existence belonged to? When the smell came off him, it wasn't horrible. It was very attractive. It shouldn't have surprised me, the first time I thought of it, around my third birthday, which was when I entered my teen years. In appearance, anyway. Everything about him was attractive.
His skin. His beautiful, perfect, flawless russet skin. It was warm to me, an accomplishment. I ran a temperature of a hundred and ten hoặc so degrees. He was only three, maybe four degrees off. And it was so soft...
His eyes. His protective, kind, caring, adoring eyes. Black but beautiful. Look into them and bạn could see his soul.
His soul. He must have the most caring, loving, decent soul that ever graced it's presence on this planet. The soul that I would pledge my life to. The soul, that one day, I will be the wife of. I wait for that ngày with impatience. The ngày I will marry him.
My soulmate. My imprinter. My Jacob.
My train of thought was interrupted bởi a loud cracking sound. There went the giường frame. My parents did not notice much else when they were, ahem, otherwise occupied. I checked my Gucci watch. Three thirty four. I kicked my duvet down. I'd had enough. I would go to the main house, find someone to hunt with, then try to get some sleep in one of the countless bedrooms up there.
That's chapter one. If bạn read it, please comment! I don't want praise just want to know that people have read it and if I should bother to post more!
I sighed. It was so frustrating to be the only one who needed sleep. Nine Cullens. Almost all connected bởi venom. Not I. No. I didn't have venom. I was, to my utter disdain, half human. I was able to run only half as fast as the others. Half as strong. Half as powerful. Half the vampire.
It's not like I didn't try. I shunned all aspects of my mortal side. Wearing golden contacts, only consuming blood, depriving myself of sleep. The one thing I couldn't do though, was hate the ma sói scent.
It wasn't like it didn't disgust me. The smell of wet, dirty dogs. The kind of dog that hadn't washed in a month. And then jumped in a litter-filled, rat-infested, sewer-leaking-into river. It filled my nostrils with almost every breath I took, as the Người sói presence in the main house was near constant. At least the cottage air was pure, though the smell clung to my designer clothing.
But how could I detest the smell of the species which the tình yêu of my existence belonged to? When the smell came off him, it wasn't horrible. It was very attractive. It shouldn't have surprised me, the first time I thought of it, around my third birthday, which was when I entered my teen years. In appearance, anyway. Everything about him was attractive.
His skin. His beautiful, perfect, flawless russet skin. It was warm to me, an accomplishment. I ran a temperature of a hundred and ten hoặc so degrees. He was only three, maybe four degrees off. And it was so soft...
His eyes. His protective, kind, caring, adoring eyes. Black but beautiful. Look into them and bạn could see his soul.
His soul. He must have the most caring, loving, decent soul that ever graced it's presence on this planet. The soul that I would pledge my life to. The soul, that one day, I will be the wife of. I wait for that ngày with impatience. The ngày I will marry him.
My soulmate. My imprinter. My Jacob.
My train of thought was interrupted bởi a loud cracking sound. There went the giường frame. My parents did not notice much else when they were, ahem, otherwise occupied. I checked my Gucci watch. Three thirty four. I kicked my duvet down. I'd had enough. I would go to the main house, find someone to hunt with, then try to get some sleep in one of the countless bedrooms up there.
That's chapter one. If bạn read it, please comment! I don't want praise just want to know that people have read it and if I should bother to post more!
The crystal hart is beautiful but cold but sometimes some one comes around and heats the hart up and that means that however it is.....has found their soul mate....and then no matter how far they put between them hoặc time they will always end up with each other no matter what.
True tình yêu is a sine of no matter the time line some one is out their for bạn Evin if that some one is a vampire.
cỏ khô, hay guys and girls hope bạn like it well the little portiere i made up.the poems are about Edward & Bella and how Edward fell in love(Twilight) then tình yêu got taken away from him (New Moon) then got it back(eclipse&Bracking Dawn)