Stephenie Meyer Quote
He placed his hands against the Jeep on either side of my head and leaned forward, forcing me to press back against the door. He leaned in even closer, his face inches from mine. I had no room to escape.Now, he breathed, and just his smell disturbed my thought processes, what exactly are you worrying about?Well, um, hitting a tree - I gulped - and dying. And then getting sick.He fought back a smile. Then he bent his head down and touched his cold lips softly to the hollow at the base of my throat.Are you still worried now? he murmured against my skin.Yes. I struggled to concentrate. About hitting trees and getting sick.His nose drew a line up the skin of my throat to the point of my chin. His cold breath tickled my skin.And now? His lips whispered against my jaw.Trees, I gasped. Motion sickness.He lifted his face to kiss my eyelids. Bella, you don't really think I would hit a tree, do you?No, but I might. There was no confidence in my voice. He smelled an easy victory.He kissed slowly down my cheek, stopping just at the corner of my mouth.Would I let a tree hurt you? His lips barely brushed against my trembling lower lip.No, I breathed. I knew there was a second part to my brillant defense, but I couldn't quite call it back.You see, he said, his lips moving against mine. There's nothing to be afraid of, is there?No, I sighed, giving up.Then he took my face in his hands almost roughly, and kissed me in earnest, his unyielding lips moving against mine.There was really no excuse for my behavior. Obviously I knew better by now. And yet I couldn't seem to stop from reacting exactly as I had the first time. Instead of keeping safely motionless, my arms reached up to twine tightly around his neck, and I was suddenly welded to his stone figure. I sighed, and his lips parted.
He placed his hands against the Jeep on either side of my head and leaned forward, forcing me to press back against the door. He leaned in even closer, his face inches from mine. I had no room to escape.Now, he breathed, and just his smell disturbed my thought processes, what exactly are you worrying about?Well, um, hitting a tree - I gulped - and dying. And then getting sick.He fought back a smile. Then he bent his head down and touched his cold lips softly to the hollow at the base of my throat.Are you still worried now? he murmured against my skin.Yes. I struggled to concentrate. About hitting trees and getting sick.His nose drew a line up the skin of my throat to the point of my chin. His cold breath tickled my skin.And now? His lips whispered against my jaw.Trees, I gasped. Motion sickness.He lifted his face to kiss my eyelids. Bella, you don't really think I would hit a tree, do you?No, but I might. There was no confidence in my voice. He smelled an easy victory.He kissed slowly down my cheek, stopping just at the corner of my mouth.Would I let a tree hurt you? His lips barely brushed against my trembling lower lip.No, I breathed. I knew there was a second part to my brillant defense, but I couldn't quite call it back.You see, he said, his lips moving against mine. There's nothing to be afraid of, is there?No, I sighed, giving up.Then he took my face in his hands almost roughly, and kissed me in earnest, his unyielding lips moving against mine.There was really no excuse for my behavior. Obviously I knew better by now. And yet I couldn't seem to stop from reacting exactly as I had the first time. Instead of keeping safely motionless, my arms reached up to twine tightly around his neck, and I was suddenly welded to his stone figure. I sighed, and his lips parted.
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About Stephenie Meyer
An avid young reader, Meyer attended Brigham Young University, marrying at the age of 21 before graduating with a degree in English literature in 1997. Having no prior experience as an author, she conceived the idea for the Twilight series in a dream. Influenced by the work of Jane Austen and William Shakespeare, she wrote Twilight soon thereafter. After many rejections, Little, Brown and Company offered her a $750,000 three-book deal which led to a four-book series, two spin-off novels, a novella, and a series of commercially successful film adaptations. Aside from young adult novels, Meyer has ventured into adult novels with The Host (2008) and The Chemist (2016). She has worked in film production and co-founded production company Fickle Fish Films, producing both parts of Breaking Dawn, the Twilight film series' finale, and two other novel adaptations.
Meyer's membership in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints shaped her novels. Themes consistent with Meyer's religion, including agency, mortality, temptation, and eternal life, are prominent in her work. Critics have called Meyer's writing style overly simplistic, but her stories have also received praise, and she has acquired a fan following.
Meyer was included on Time magazine's list of the top 100 most influential people in 2008 and Forbes's list of the top 100 most powerful celebrities in 2009, with her annual earnings exceeding $50 million.