22: Way of the World

The hours took forever, the segundo longest night Jack had lived through. Well, mais or less lived through. At long last, the sun started a steady climb in the Ohio sky, soon to be replaced with West Virginia. It didn’t take long for Tristan to wake, he needed less sleep than an average human to get by. Jack and Rosalie were changed from what they had been in before-he in simple black calças, calças compridas and a white shirt, she in light blue jeans and a black tank top. Tristan was back to looking like a Greek god again-his hair golden, his eyes rich blue. “Can you do that at will?...

16: Memories

As fast as master had made up it’s mind to wait until they were mortal again, it decided to send IT out to get her again. IT was not pleased with this decision, though IT did not let IT’s emotions show. Although IT was not fully healed, Dr. guindaste said it would be seguro for IT to attempt another mission.
At the same time IT was preparing to leave again, Alice had safely reached the Denali clan and the carriage trooped on without Michael though Tristan, Jack, and David didn’t seem to care. Rosalie kept to herself though Jack stayed close.
Shortly before they crossed the border...

5: Remember Me This Way

After the initial shock had worn off, Rosalie and Alice had spent most of afternoon outside, neither finding it in them to function. Alice had gone inside the house-Rosalie still could not bring herself to do it-and after quickly gathering some clothing and other practical items for them she had quickly returned. She had silently placed a small bag at Rosalie’s feet and sat down seguinte to her again.
A short time later, the two looked up as Sam, Embry, and Jared came through the trees just in front of them. Sam simply looked at the girls before saying “so, everything...

Hello everyone! I decided to write a new story, ofcourse I'm going to continue my other, but I've got a idea for this one.

The volturi wants Rosalie to cadastrar-se them. And they are able to do anything to get her. Of course Emmett would never let them, so he decided to go to the volturi with his brothers to talk to them. He know that Rosalie would never let him go. So the only option is to break her heart, the only option for her to be save.

Emmett's POV
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Prologue

I looked for the last time at her beautiful face. Seeing her expression broke my coração in million pieces. The...

Emmett's POV
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We were running towards South America, towards Salvador. After the call, I knew we had to find my Rose soon before...
And after the segundo call, I felt hope.
We were lucky, Carlisle knew this place, so after a few hours we were there.
I looked with wonder around me, it was a nice place. The sun was shining and there was a beautiful beach, with a beautiful ocean, with beautiful trees. They remind me of Rosalie. After a moment I gasped.
'What's wrong, Emmett?' Edward asked me immediately.
'The sun,' I whispered. That was enough to understand...

Rosalie's POV
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'Who are you guys?' I yelled at the two who kidnapt me. We were in a remote area. I was with two other vampiros in a room. It was dark, there was a little light from the sun, what comes through a window. It were two male's. They were long, and they looked really like each other, they were probably a twin, but one had a scar on his face. They had dark hair and golden eyes. Fortunately, so they hunt animels.
'That doesn't matter, what were you doing in our area?' one of them asked me angrily.
'What do you mean, your area?' I snarled at them. One wanted...

Rosalie Hale is the adopted daughter of Esme and Carlisle, adoptive sister of Edward, Alice, and Jasper, and wife of Emmett. Her physical age is 18, and she was born in 1915 in rochester New YorkRochester, New York, as the daughter of a banker. Rosalie is described as being the most beautiful person in the world, even for a vampire; she is tall, statuesque, and has long, wavy blonde hair. As a human, Rosalie was described as a woman who had beauty, elegance, class, and eyes resembling violets. Royce King II took an interest in her and soon the two became engaged. Rosalie was extremely envious...

I walked downstairs and found the others on the jantar table. We didn't need one, but Esme always liked it. "It looks mais normal, and besides, I fell in amor with it the first time I saw it," were her exact words. Esme always loved to decorate our house and everything.

I sat down between Edward and Carlisle and I immediately knew about the subject about their conversation.

'Is he sleeping?' Carlisle asked me. I nodded. 'Okay,' Carlisle sighed. 'I did some tests and I found out that Emmett is very,' Carlisle sighed again. 'Weak,' I froze. 'He has pain and he still isn't used to his human condition....

Rosalie's POV
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Rose, I'm leaving,' I heard Emmett spoke quickly. My expression changed in hurt. My eyes widened while my breathe stopped.

'No, y... you can't,' I murmured. Where was he talking about? Leaving? Okay, we didn't spend much time together, but that doesn't mean that he has to leave! Maybe there was something else, maybe he was just sick off Edward's gift, or that we hadn't much privacy. There must be something.

'I'm sorry Rose. I amor you, but I don't think it can work out between us,' he said softly to me. My jaw dropped. Where did he talk about? I loved him...

Painful Memories




Chapter Eight



Edward POV


“Alice please calm down. What did you see?” I asked again.

“I – I saw Rosalie...” Alice sobbed. “Edward I saw Victoria too.”

So Victoria was involved after all?

“Alice how did you even see her? Wouldn't Hayley's shield block you from seeing that?”

“ Edward I'm not lying. I don't why I was able to see that. Maybe Hayley let her shield down.”

“What exactly did you see Alice?” I demanded.

“I saw Victoria and Rosalie talking. Then Victoria went to leave, but Rose grabbed her arm to stop her. Victoria looked angry and then she...

1: New York Minute
Choices.
We make them everyday, all day. Most of the time, the ones we do make are small and insignificant to our lives: what we wear, what we eat, which way we go to work, and the things we comprar for. All are mundane and we hardly think twice when we make them.
With age, the amount of choices we make and the consequences of them are mais severe than mommy and daddy grounding us: whether or not to take that hit from the joint, whether or not to drive início after one too many beers, whether or not to cheat on a test or a significant other, whether or not to race the guy in the...

Painful Memories
Chapter One

Rosalie POV

I was sitting at my vanity. I started brushing my long golden waves. I was preparing myself. I knew Edward would be início soon. Charlie had Edward leave every night at a certain time. Of course Edward would just go back once Charlie was asleep. He chose to go to Bella’s house every night. When he came início it was always Bella this and Bella that. It got to the point that every sentence he ever said anymore had something to do with her.

What is so great about her? She’s nothing but a fragile little human. Anyway I knew I only had a short time for my...

1. Whenever you get a papercut, and it's bleeding, wave your hand around in Carlisle's face saying, "you know you waaaaaaant some."

2. Sneak into Edward's room and redecorate it, including rearranging his CDs

3. Provoke the Volturi and blame it on Jasper

4. Randomly yell "GODDAMMIT!" and whenever one of them asks what happened, say "nooothhinngg' >> with shifty eyes.

5. Give Emmett a teddy urso for his birthday

6. Invite Jacob Black over....

7....including Quil and Embry

8. Put some fake fangs in your mouth and put ketchup on them (for the blood) and run around going "Rawr Ima vampire! Rawr!...

1) It takes Rosalie a long time to figure out what she wants to make of herself, once she has ceased to be the daughter, socialite, fiancée; perhaps that is why fate has given her an eternity to come to terms with her conflicting desires. In that regard, she remains very human, even when her coração stops beating and lies still inside her chest and her youthful blushes fade forever from her cheeks. She is fickle, petulant, wanting what she cannot have, what always will be just beyond her grasp. She’s had her chance at life, and the thought stings: what did she do that actually mattered, to...