Stephenie Meyer with the cast

*by Stephenie Meyer*



TWILIGHT - chapter 6 - SCARY STORIES


As I sat in my room, trying to concentrate on the third act of Macbeth, I was really listening for my truck. I would have though, even over the pounding rain, I could have heard the engine's roar. But when I went to peek out the curtain - again - it was suddenly there.
I wasn't looking inoltrare, avanti to Friday, and it più than lived up to my non-expectations.
Of course there were the fainting comments. Jessica especially seemed to get a kick out of that story. Luckily Mike had kept his mouth shut, and no one seemed to know about Edward's involvement....

dedicated to ItsCherenne. for her kind comments.

"bella"
i rolled towards the voice, it was a instant recreation, a reflex, something my body always did for taht voice.
i fluttered my eyes to open, to see a fuzzy black shadow kneeled before me. I groaned, i was soo tired, i that i swear i could jsut crash in front of them.
"Bella" he whispered. i felt his cool breath on my face. oh the smell. I swear the smell was jsut intoxicating, the smell that i remembered anywhere no matter how long i had been without it.
It was somthing no matter how much to lenght of time, this habit never died out.
the...

I was staying at Edward’s again. I hardly noticed. I just sat on his sofa and stared into space. He tried to engage me in conversations but I only nodded o shook my head. He tried to cook me Cibo but I detto I wasn’t hungry. He sat successivo to me and held my hand.
“Kayla,” he said. “Are te thirsty?”
I shook my head.
“Do te want to do something?”
I shook my head.
“Are te going to do anything?”
I shook my head.
He sighed.
I knew this frustrated him. He was worried da my constant staring into nothingness. I was barely thinking and hardly speaking. He had no way to know I was ok other...