I can hear them on the floor below. They will find me in miuntes, or seconds. I scrawl the words on a dirty shred of newsprint. They are nearly illegible, but if he finds them, he will understand:'Not...
Honestly, Edward. I felt a thrill go through me as I said his name, and I hated it. I can't keep up with you. I thought you didn't want to be my friend.I said it would be better if we weren't friends,...
History was easy, but I don't know about the Calculus. It seemed like it was making sense, so that probably means I failed.
Here's to responsibility, he toasted. Twice a week.And recklessness every day in between, I emphasized.He grinned and touched his can to mine.
Her name is Wanda, not it. You will not touch her. Any mark you leave on her, I will double on your worthless hide.
He's like a drug for you, Bella. His voice was still gentle, not at all critical. I see that you can't live without him now. It's too late. but I would have been healthier for you. Not a drug; I would...
He thinks things through too much.
Good luck, little Wanderer, good luck. How I wish you didn't need it.
Funny how it kept hitting me, like each new thing was a surprise. When was I going to stop being surprised?
From that first little touch, the whole world had shifted. Where before there was just one thing I could not live without, now there were two. There was no division – my love was not split between the...
For some reason, my temper was hardwired to my tear ducts. I usually cried when I was angry, a humiliating tendency.
For one brief, never-ending second, an entirely different path expanded behind the lids of my tear-wet eyes. As if I were looking through the filter of Jacob's thoughts, I could see exactly what I was...
Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep...
Enjoying the bouquet while resisting the wine. -Edward
Edward: It wasn't the worst night of my life.
Edward and I had not had a last grand scene of farewell, nor did I plan one. To speak the word was to make it final. It would be the same as typing the words The End on the last page of a manuscript....
Dream happy dreams. You are the only one who has ever touched my heart. It will always be yours. Sleep,my only love.
Don’t be offended, but you seem to be one of those people who just attract accidents like a magnet. So… try not to fall into the ocean or get run over or anything, all right?
Don't worry, Mel. Miracles don't work that way. I'll never lose you. I'll never let you get away from me.
Don't watch the redheaded mind reader whispered. I closed my eyes.