When I write a story, it's not like I'm thinking about what I'm doing
Whoa, whoa! Hold up, there, kid. She lives in Forks, remember? So she gets rained on.
Jasper chuckled, shaking his head. " You truly are one frightening little monster.
It is a strange world," I murmered, more to myself than to the native soul. "The strangest," he agreed.
You're my life now and I will do anything to protect you.
You still owe me a yellow Porsche.