Of Course, Die For The

One Of The Many Hazards Of Socializing With Vampires. It Makes You Smell Bad. A Minor Hazard, Comparatively.

I'm In Love With You, Bella

Why Can You Believe The Lie, But Not The Truth?

But I’ll Never See Anyone Else, Bella. I Only See You. Even When I Close My Eyes And Try To See Something Else. Ask Quil Or Embry. It Drives Them All Crazy

I'm Trying To Keep"― He Huffed, Shifting His Weight As The Treetop Bounced Him―"my Promise!" I Blinked My Wet Blurry Eyes, Suddenly Sure That I Was Dreaming. "when Did You Ever Promise To Kill Yourself Falling Out Of Charlie's Tree?