BooBoo Stewart

jasper and emmett were at my sides at the same secondo please let me edward i will do it quick emmett really wonted to kill him bella was to him like a little sister he loved her più then any of us not rosalie but più then alcie o me infact so he really wonted to kill him.
"no " bella stummbled foward to cling on to me i turned to fsce her.
"i just need to talk to him bella" i reached up and strocked her dace with my hand thats when i caught jacobs toughts he was still aloud to touch her like that after everything he has done to her "dont strain yourself" i pleaded "we will both be back...

*by Stephenie Meyer*



TWILIGHT - chapter 17 - THE GAME


He threw mw across his back as he had before, and I could see the extra effort ot tok for him to be as gentle as he was. I locked my legs around his waist and secured my arms in a choke hold around his neck.
"Don't forget to close your eyes," he warned severely.
I quickly tucked my face into his shoulder blade, under my own arm, and squeezed my eyes shut.
And I could hardly tell we were moving. I could feel him gliding along beneath me, but he could have been strolling down the sidewalk, the movement was so smooth. I was tempted to peek,...

"Dammit,"I said,"'Bobby Gonzales:wanted'."
Dammit,dammit,dammit.I saw the sign a few hours ago.I always thought it would be fun to be wanted for theivery,but it's not when everywhere te look ,on every bacheca your picture is postato above
a sign that says"wanted!!!beware!!!!reward:900$!"!
"This ain't cool,Bobby,"my friend,Galilaoh,told me."I know,"I responded angriliy.Damn.Why does this always happen to me?I ask myself that domanda ALL the time,but no answer!!!!I'm an eightteen-year old girl with no parents,no job,and no money."The clan agreed that it's safer if te stay on the down low."Damn.He...

This is from the book nightlight. This book is a funnier version of twilight.

Chapter 1 first look

The hot Phoenix sun glared down on the car windowsill where my bare, pallid arm dangled shamelessly. My mom and I were both going to the airport, but only I had a ticket waiting for me, and that ticket was one-way.
I had dejected, brooding expression on my face, and I could tell from the reflection in the window that it was also an intriguing expression. It seemed out of place, coming from a girl in a sleeveless, lacy superiore, in alto and campana, bell bottom jeans (stars on the back pockets). But I was that kind of girl-out...