Never seen these ones of Rob / Kris. Luv it so thought I'd share it :)

When Bella finally feel asleep I stoped humming and listened to the thoughts coming from down stairs.Alice was thinking of a song she really liked and Rosalie was thinking about how she couldnt believe Bella came back.Emmett was sing me a little song."Edward and Bella sitting in a baum if Du can hear this Eddy come and get me!"I slowly got up and left Bella with her dreams.

Emmett smiled as I came down the stairs."So Du did hear.I hoped Du would.So what were yous two doing?"I looked at him and said"I layed down with her untill she was asleep,humming in her ear and then I heard your wonderfull...

This might make Du feel a little, weird, just rate and Kommentar according to your feelings about it and I hope everyone enjoys, regardless of the slightly changed storyline...

Light streamed in through the window of our bedroom, reflecting off the yellow walls and turning them the beautiful color I had imagined they would be. I was lying on oben, nach oben of Jacob's chest, breathing in his woodsy-pine scent. He breathed steadily in and out, as calm as if he were sleeping, though he was awake, too. A pile of fabric was lying Weiter to the bed. After a Sekunde of staring at it, I realized it was my nightgown,...

Okay, I've been hearing and Lesen a lot about how the movie isn't going to be anything like the book and whatnot.

SHUT UP! Sorry, but is that explicit enough?

Everything, from I've seen so far, looks perfect. Yeah,I know, there are things that they've added, some scenes are missing and some of the characters aren't even in the movie. But what are Du going to do about it? The movie is BASED ON the book. So there are defiantly going to be some changes, mainly so that the movie will actually make sense. Because, let's think about it. Twilight is all in Bella's perspective. It takes about three...

*by Stephenie Meyer*



TWILIGHT - chapter 14 - MIND OVER MATTER


He could drive well, when he kept the speed reasonable, I had to admit. Like so many things, it seemed to be effortless to him. He barely looked at the road, yet the tires never deviated so much as a centimeter from the center of the lane. He drove one-handed, holding my hand on the seat. Sometimes he gazed into the setting sun, sometimes he glanced at me - my face, my hair blowing out the open window, our hands twined together.
He turned the radio to an oldies station, and he sang along with a song I'd never heard. He knew every...