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Renesmee




I sat up. The alarm clock Далее to Jacob's постель, кровати сказал(-а) it was six thirty. I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom, barely making it. I heard the rush of footsteps as Jacob and Emily came to my side.
Jesse woke up.
"Sam! Get Jesse!" Emily called downstairs. Jesse was their one-year-old baby. He had short, black hair that stuck out every other direction but down. He had a small, rounded face that displayed a little innocence. His smile was crooked, and it reminded me of my dad a little. The three baby teeth he had made the smile even cuter.
Jacob's hot hand took me out of my thoughts.
"Renesmee,...

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The three women eyed us carefully, scrutinizing our every move, down to the tiniest shuffling of our feet.
They were not as I expected.
Usually witches, both men and women alike, look young and youthful. In fact, most of the pictures of gods were based on witches.
These however, were nothing like those pictures.
They all looked old, almost elderly old, yet they had youthfulness to them which I couldn’t place.
Their faces were lined and each of them had crow’s feet Далее to their...

CHAPTER I – Любовь Story

“Uhm…Mom?” I started hesitantly as my mother turned off my bedroom lights – on her way out of my room.

“Yes sweetie?” She crossed the length of the door to my постель, кровати in a tiny fraction of a millisecond. She turned on the bedside lamp as she gracefully sat on the side of my bed. The pale yellow light of the lamp made my mother’s face hauntingly beautiful.

“Mom, I’m wondering if Ты would tell me my Избранное story again?”

My mom raised her perfectly shaped eyebrows. Humor twinkling in her lovely golden eyes.

“Haven’t Ты had enough of THAT story yet?”...

I was raised not to fear anything. I was told to face it, taste it, welcome it.

I haven’t faced real fear before.

Not fear for this huge ball of мех whose trying to smash my brain out. Not fear for my life. But fear that this glorious angel, who is standing a foot away – wait, I think I just saw her up the Redwood – wait she couldn’t be up that tree, how could she? Unless my brain’s already smashed inside my skull.

Where was I?

Incoherency. Damaged brain, no doubt.

Again, I fear that this glorious angel, nearer to our fight now, would be hurt, harmed in any way.

“Stand back!” I yelled...

I have to say, it took me awhile to get past my first impression of Twilight. Actually, I had never even heard of the Книги until I saw people gushing about them on Fanpop. I scoffed at the Fanpoppers comparing them to Harry Potter, never questioning my belief that nothing could come close to the level of awesomeness that is the HP series.

The Twilight saga came up еще and еще often as the release дата for Breaking Dawn drew closer, and despite my first impression, I started getting curious. Dismissing a book offhand is not something I do lightly, especially when so many people seem to love...