Rosalie and Emmett forever.

Chapter 1 – Attacked por Angels

Rosalie’s POV:

It had been just a few minutos since my so-called ‘fiancé’ Royce had attacked me. I lay shivering and bruised on the cold pavement, with a ripped shirt—the buttons scattered everywhere—and messy blonde hair, my makeup por my dried-up tears. I was abandoned, phone nowhere near me—I didn’t want to move; everything ached—moaning for help in the dimly lit alley. Royce and his friends had flee, too drunk to know where they were headed and had probably passed out a few miles ahead.
They might as well be dead, I weakly grumbled to myself...

Rosalie's P.O.V

"UHH! I hate it!" I disapproved. Alice is always trying to dress me in the most ludicrous clothes.
"Oh PLEASE try it on.. he'll be here very soon!" Alice pleaded. "I can almost feel his presence."

FLASHBACK-

"CARLISLE!QUICK!" Esme said, "He's losing to much blood - the venom needs time to spread. PLEASE CARLISLE!" Carlisle had never approved of turning a man, but he had no choice. He could either do this now or the man would die. "NO! If there's any other way of doing this I will take it! I am not going to destroy his future like this!" Carlisle replied. I suppose he was right,...

An Emmett and Rosalie Story

Chapter 6

Memories
Rosalie's POV

It was a gloomy dia and I decided to take a walk through Nashville.

I put on a nice pair of dark jeans, black strap heels, and a white blouse.

My hair was curly and long as it cascaded down my back.

I checked my reflection and grabbed my bolsa on the way out of my bedroom door.

“Be careful, Rose. Please.” Esme begged me in a sweet motherly tone as I walked into the cozinha where she was making massa, massas alimentícias for some reason.

“I always am, Esme.” I smiled and tried to calm her.

“I know…” Esme played along and laughed a little, too....