Bella&Nessie

*by Stephenie Meyer*



TWILIGHT - chapter 13 - CONFESSIONS


"Please forgive me," he a dit formally. "I can control myself. toi caught me off guard. but I'm on my best behavior now."
He waited, but I still couldn't speak.
"I'm not thirsty today, honestly." He winked.
At that I had to laugh, though the sound was shaky and breathless.
"Are toi all right?" he asked tenderly, reaching out slowly, carefully, to place his marble hand back on mine.
I looked at his smooth, cold hand, and then at his eyes. They were soft, repentant. I looked back at his hand, and then deliberately returned to tracing the...

Every movie that hits theaters is going to have its critics and fans; some plus than others. This has certainly been the case with the Twilight saga as it has fans in a frenzy and haters going berserk.

Then the fans turn on the haters and become the haters of... well... the haters. All this going on with extreme passion on both sides of the ring.

It is a bit conspicuous that those with strong negative view points are not happy; but why?

Vampire films have been around for decades including Nosferatu and Bram Stoker's Dracula. Some claim that these are "real" vampire films and truly frighten people...

this is a different version of New Moon, which takes place two months after Edward and the Cullens leave Forks.


I used to wake up, get dressed , go to school, come home, cook tea, do my homework, then go to lit despite not being able to sleep. This is the format my used to take, just a reoccuring liste of normal jour to jour things... as now my life means nothing, i did all that for Charlie as if it weren't for him i'd of crawled up in my lit under my duvet and never resurface.

But even that was an improvement on two months ago.i just cried and cried all jour long, i missed a whole week off school...

The Character

Name: Royce King

Type: Human

Special Ability: None

About Them: Royce King's family was one of the richest in town because his father owned a bank. Royce courted Rosalie and gave her bouquets of flowers-violets because he thought they matched her eyes and roses for her name, Rosalie. Without delay, Royce proposed to Rosalie and she accepted due to her vanity not knowing Royce only loved her for he
r beauty. Royce bragged to his Friends about how beautiful Rosalie was and so naturally they wanted him to montrer them. So when Rosalie was returning accueil one night after visiting her friend...

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Renesmee




I sat up. The alarm clock suivant to Jacob's lit a dit it was six thirty. I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom, barely making it. I heard the rush of footsteps as Jacob and Emily came to my side.
Jesse woke up.
"Sam! Get Jesse!" Emily called downstairs. Jesse was their one-year-old baby. He had short, black hair that stuck out every other direction but down. He had a small, rounded face that displayed a little innocence. His smile was crooked, and it reminded me of my dad a little. The three baby teeth he had made the smile even cuter.
Jacob's hot hand took me out of my thoughts.
"Renesmee,...

salut guys, i wanna thank the few people who gave me ideas, im using them in my suivant chapter, so keep a look out! enjoi!


The three women eyed us carefully, scrutinizing our every move, down to the tiniest shuffling of our feet.
They were not as I expected.
Usually witches, both men and women alike, look young and youthful. In fact, most of the pictures of gods were based on witches.
These however, were nothing like those pictures.
They all looked old, almost elderly old, yet they had youthfulness to them which I couldn’t place.
Their faces were lined and each of them had crow’s feet suivant to their...

CHAPTER I – l’amour Story

“Uhm…Mom?” I started hesitantly as my mother turned off my bedroom lights – on her way out of my room.

“Yes sweetie?” She crossed the length of the door to my lit in a tiny fraction of a millisecond. She turned on the bedside lamp as she gracefully sat on the side of my bed. The pale yellow light of the lamp made my mother’s face hauntingly beautiful.

“Mom, I’m wondering if toi would tell me my favori story again?”

My mom raised her perfectly shaped eyebrows. Humor twinkling in her lovely golden eyes.

“Haven’t toi had enough of THAT story yet?”...

I was raised not to fear anything. I was told to face it, taste it, welcome it.

I haven’t faced real fear before.

Not fear for this huge ball of fourrure whose trying to smash my brain out. Not fear for my life. But fear that this glorious angel, who is standing a foot away – wait, I think I just saw her up the Redwood – wait she couldn’t be up that tree, how could she? Unless my brain’s already smashed inside my skull.

Where was I?

Incoherency. Damaged brain, no doubt.

Again, I fear that this glorious angel, nearer to our fight now, would be hurt, harmed in any way.

“Stand back!” I yelled...

I have to say, it took me awhile to get past my first impression of Twilight. Actually, I had never even heard of the livres until I saw people gushing about them on Fanpop. I scoffed at the Fanpoppers comparing them to Harry Potter, never questioning my belief that nothing could come close to the level of awesomeness that is the HP series.

The Twilight saga came up plus and plus often as the release rendez-vous amoureux, date for Breaking Dawn drew closer, and despite my first impression, I started getting curious. Dismissing a book offhand is not something I do lightly, especially when so many people seem to love...