โBella, I've already expended a great deal of personal effort at this point to keep you alive. I'm not about to let you behind the wheel of a vehicle when you can't even walk straight. Besides, friends don't let friends drive drunk,โ he quoted with a chuckle. I could smell the unbearably sweet fragrance coming off his chest. โDrunk?โ I objected. โYou're intoxicated by my very presence.โ He was grinning that playful smirk again.
Stephenie MeyerYou could run from someone you feared, you could try to fight someone you hated. All my reactions were geared toward those kinds of killers โ the monsters, the enemies. When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it? If it was someone you truly loved?
Stephenie MeyerDad, I wrote. I'm with Alice. Edward's in trouble. You can ground me when I get back. I know it's a bad time. So sorry. Love you so much. Bella.
Stephenie MeyerWhat was it that made this human love so much more desirable to me than the love of my own kind? Was it because it was exclusive and capricious? The souls offered love and acceptance to all. Did I crave a greater challenge?...Or was it simply better somehow? Because these humans hate with so much fury, was the other end of the spectrum that they could love with more heart and zeal and fire?
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