You never know how much time you'll have.
Because I want to have sex with him--and because that's sinful--I'm blushing and flushing furiously under his scrutinizing scrutiny.
Fall down again, Bella?'No, Emmett, I punched a werewolf in the face.
Books like Twilight are not art. They are mass-produced crap that is meant to be consumed by the widest possible audience, for the largest possible profit.
Like a stalker. An obsessed stalker. An obsessed, vampire stalker
The clouds I can handle, but I can't fight with an eclipse.
It was sort of the pattern to my life - I'd never been strong enough to deal with the things outside my control, to attack the enemies or outrun them. To avoid the pain. Always human and weak, the onl...
How old are you? she asked.My answer was automatic and ingrained. Seventeen.And how long have you been seventeen?
I knowOkay, Sorry. I am.Look, I'm human. It's hard to be fair sometimes. We don't always feel the right thing, do the right thing
It was very relaxing to be away from civilization, and this bothered me. I should not have found the loneliness so welcoming.
Um, Doc said in a mild voice, medically speaking, I'm not sure that was the most helpful thing for his condition.But I feel better, Jared answered, sullen.Doc smiled the tiniest smile. Well, maybe a f...