christian, kellan, peter and anna new pictures (Vancouver)

i brush my hair and went down stairs when i got down
5 persons went inside the house
wow i mean this house is big but so many people i dont know

they were 2 really big and strong men on was pale ,beautiful and curly dark hair

and the other one had a darker skin he was good looking i guess

then the only woman was a blond girl probably the envy of every super model that had ever live

the other guy was also blonde and also sltong but not too strong

When i look at the last gut that enter i saw that he was already looking at me i couldn't understand his expresion i look away from his gaze confused...

Chapter 9

*Edward’s pov*

I was sitting on the couch, observing my dirty room. The broken vases, broken CDs, the pieces of paper, and the scattered clothes. I’ve realized that I’ve Остаться в живых my self control for how many days, since… since she left me.
I threw the glass of wine beside me. I jumped out the window and ran quickly, not knowing where I was going. I was screaming while running until I reached the meadow. I slowed down. I stopped at the middle and fell down my knees, while whispering Bella’s name.
Unexpectedly, the rain started to fall. The raindrops filled my face with water, like...

Isabella (preferably Bella) Marie лебедь is the daughter of Charlie лебедь of Forks, Washington and Renee Dwyer of Phoenix, Arizona and later Jacksonville, Florida. Her parents were married right out of high school and had Bella at a very young age. Charlie and Renee later divorced, and Renee moved to Phoenix, Arizona, due to not being able to stand living in dreary, constantly пасмурная погода, пасмурно Forks any longer, taking newborn Bella with her. Every summer Bella would come and visit her father for a few weeks in the little cloudy town of Forks where her parents had lived.

Bella stopped going to Forks when...

Chapter 7

*Edward’s pov*

I heard a knock from the door.
“Can I come in?” Alice asked.
I took a deep breath.
“Sure. “ I said.
Alice opened the door. Her face was expressionless. She sat beside me.
“How are you?” she asked.
“Not so good, “I whispered.
“I’m sorry.” She said, sadly.
“I told you, Ты don’t have to blame yourself. It’s not your fault.” I told her.
“It’s not yours, either.” She said
“Yes. it is.” I muttered.
“So are Ты going to tell me what happened? или I’m going to guess?” she asked.
“Do Ты know Ashley Walker?” I asked her.
“Nope.”
“Well,...