Nikkie Reed 944 photoshoot outtakes. <3

"BELLA!" Edward shouted "I'm okay!" she panted. -Gasp- She pulled her superiore, in alto back and there was purple and blue splotches like ink all over her stomach "Sick" Emmett laughed " Edward growled "what does he want now "Emmett, Jazz come with me please" We were confused but kept are mouth shut. Except for Bella of course "What is it babe?" he asked when she coughed not real just to get his attention. "Whats going on?2 she asked. "I don't know but Jake's back "Jacob" She smiled They went out and I listened closely "What is it" Edward asked after 2 minuets of silence Edward growled "hey want to kill...

"Don't worry Bella." Edward detto "I'm not forcing te to do anything" "I know but te would do so mutch for me!" Bella cried "I Amore te Edward I really am sorry" "I know but dont be Love" "Bella everything is fine" I detto sothingly. Bella was sleeping so I went over to sit da emmett- time for some monkey man time- and he put his arm around me "Im doing the right thing" I detto "Well I guess as that is what Bella wants but te will kill her" He detto "Oh who cares!" I detto "I do!" He replied "Esme, Carlilse, edward, alice, jasper they all care." He detto "Dont talk me out of this Emm" I pleaded...

I helped Bella into the car. "There te go Bells, sorry!"Its OK Rose its not like te did it dibertly." Bella replied "No of course not hun!" I detto trying to sound shocked that she would come to that conclusion. When we arrived I whipped Bella out flashed a grin at a very jealous vampire (Edward) and headed indoors and onto the sofa where I covered her in a blanket got a dish just in case she neaded to throw up and sat on the ground da her head murmering to her about how perfect things will turn out and not to listeN TO edward as he is just being silly and will warm up to the idea of keeping...

24: Victim of the Game

The rest of the trip was in relative silence. Rosalie seemed ok after a while, even talking to Luke and Michael. To Jack, she spoke with her mind only. Tristan had gone to his room-to work on something though what no one knew. At long last the carriage came to an abrupt and Tristan came out, his face grim.
“That bad?” Jack asked, looking up at him.
He didn’t answer, just looked down. “What?” Rosalie asked him, sensing that something big had been kept from her.
No one answered, they all silently got off but Rosalie was not done. “What is going on? Jack?”...