So… um… what’s the, er, date? You know, the due date for the little monster.

Run, Bella, run. I love you too much, for your good or mine.

Like we were connected, the echo of his pain twisted inside inside me. his pain, my pain.

Edward helped, making faces every so often at the raw ingredients-human food was mildly repulsive to him.

Fine,' Jared snapped. 'But if you try cuddling up to me tonight... so help me, O'Shea." Ian chuckled. ' Not to sound overly arrogant, but to be perfectly honest, Jared, were I so inclined, I think I could do better.

But never in the four hundred years now since I was born, have I ever seen anything to make me doubt whether God exists in some form or the other. Not even the reflection in the mirror.

Could I betray my absent heart to save my pathetic life?