82nd Academy Awards - Vanity Fair After Party

sorry, it's short, but i had to work alot più than usual this week. hope te enjoy the diviso, spalato POV's. :P


part 6
Edward's POV
She flicked her hair back from her shoulder, an adorable expression playing on her face.
I wanted to feel her warm soft lips on mine again, but there were too many watching eyes. Damn children. Almost all of them were whispering, the gossip already spreading. If only they knew.
We walked into the small, badly lit front office together. The middle aged receptionist thought what a nice couple we would make. I couldn’t help but smile at her kindness.
I hung back near the door...

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Jasper

She gently guided me toward a booth. I barely noticed the stares. For a moment, she looked very Lost in thought, but it passed quickly. After she was seated, I slid into the booth. She beamed up at me "Always the gentleman" What did she mean "always"? She acted like we were old friends. Had I known her before? I felt sure I would remember if this Angel ever crossed my path. She was short and had features. Her hair was black and short. It went in all directions, yet it didn't look messy. It was perfect. I looked into her...

*by Stephenie Meyer*



TWILIGHT - chapter 17 - THE GAME


"So I hear you're getting my girl to watch baseball." Only in Washington would the fact that it was raining buckets have no bearing at all on the playing of outdoor sports.
"Yes, sir, that's the plan." He didn't look surprised that I'd told my father the truth. He might have been listening, though.
"Well, più power to you, I guess."
Charlie laughed, and Edward joined in.
"Okay." I stood up. "Enough humor at my expense. Let's go." I walked back to the hall and pulled on my jacket. They followed.
"Not too late, Bella."
"Don't worry, Charlie,...

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PREFACE,

I no what its like to have your life flase before te eyes. Knowing everything te once loved, had and owned, Gone. Seeing, Hearing and feeling everything disappear. The plessure of an embrace da a loved one, the deception of realising a new enemey, the immature sounds of kids, that one tingley touch of a finger tip, the silet swaying sound of the erba and trees, feeling the crushing and snapping of Bones in your hands, that sweet sweet sensation of warm fresh...