At least he's alive and well. I love him enough that I want that. I want him to have what's best for him." She sighed. "I just don't want to stick around to watch.

I can feel what you’re feeling now — and you are worth it.

Lie to me. she whispered. I love you. he said.

Bring on the shackles - I'm your prisoner

Silently, I lifted my doggy bowl off the floor. Then, with a quick, powerful flip of my wrist, I threw it into the back of Blondie’s head so hard that – with an earsplitting bang – it smashed flat before it ricocheted across the room and snapped the round top piece off the thick newel post at the foot of the stairs.

oh you do smell good.

Fall down again, Bella?' No, Emmett, I punched a werewolf in the face.