I watched her, waiting. She smiled. Her lips curved up and the edges, and her chocolate eyes warmed. I’d just admitted to stalking her, and she was smiling.

There was a different ending to New Moon originally. It was a much quieter book. It was very much all in Bellas head.

"You’re exactly like Charlie." She'd sighed, resigned. "Once you make up your mind, there is no reasoning with you. Of course, exactly like Charlie, you stick by your decisions, too."

I peeked up at him one more time, and regretted it. He was glaring down at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion. As I flinched away from him, shrinking against my chair, the phrase if looks could kill suddenly ran through my mind.

Ready to be humiliated, Wanda?" Wes taunted. "You may have taken the planet, but you're losing this game.

I ached for the difference between Carlisle and me - that he could touch her so gently, without fear, knowing he would never harm her.

Does it bother you, me being half naked all the time?