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Morning after is Twilight fan fiction, taking place after the events of Breaking Dawn. Something is troubling Bella. Edward is worried...and feeling guilty. Will Bella figure out what is bothering her?
Ich wusste das wenn ich jetzt einen einzigen Fehler machen würde, mich falsch bewegen oder einen falschen Schnaufer machen würde, alles wofür ich die letzten Jahre gearbeitet haben, umsonst sein würden. Die paar Jahre machten in der Hinsicht auf meine Zukünftige Lebensdauer – wobei Leben das falsche Wort dafür ist – zwar nicht viel aus, doch ich hatte es hart erarbeiten müssen.
Ich habe eine Geschichte geschrieben,die Bellas Leben beschreibt, wenn sie die Wölfe im zweiten teil nicht vor dem Bösen Vampir Lourant geschützt hätten.
Ich hoffe es gefällt euch. Würde mich sehr über Kommis freuen, damit ich mich verbessern kann :)
Some say fear is all in one’s head. A state of mind, or a dangerous part of imagination. That fear can’t hurt you. But they’re wrong. Fear is real. And it’s not all in your head. Fear is what makes you confused, and willing to do anything to get rid of the vulnerable feeling. Fear is what makes your blood run cold and your heart race uncontrollably. Fear is what makes you look over your shoulder, or what makes you jump out of a terrifying nightmare. And fear can hurt you. Fear is distracting. Fear is a dangerous thing. Fear can get you killed. But no one can be fearless.
Bella told me before we were here to be quiet. To not object to anything. But how can I? How can I just stand by while they do what they think is right, but never is? I can’t just stand here and let Jacob pay for my mistake. For everyone’s. But I can’t stand by Jacob’s side. I can’t will myself out of Demetri’s grasp. I’m being dangled a foot off the floor, pinned to a wall by my neck. And Jake. I don’t know how long he can stand. Or how long I can stand. I can’t see through the tears very well, but I find comfort in one thing. No matter how afraid I am, if he dies, at least I’m in a place where my request to die will be heeded one way or another. (It's only a few pages, but it's just a sample.)
The forgotten and untold story of how Alice Cullen came to be.
We all know that Jacob Black imprinted on Rénesmée Cullen, but what if she doesn't feel the same way?
After the fight with the volturi that had happen end of breaking dawn, the cullens and the werewolves life went back to well not normal but the same. until one day bella got a letter from aro saying that they will come and see them in a year or two.
I would look into his eyes, and everything was okay. There was no pain, no suffering, no stress. It all just fell off my shoulders like snow falling off a roof. It seemed like his gaze could go on forever, and I wished it would. But reality had to come creeping back. I never knew if it had to come or if I wanted to make sure it was still there. But when it was, I was glad to see he was still in it. He was my best friend, my other half. My Jacob. He would always be my Jacob. I loved him. But as I searched for his eyes, my own eyes burned from the dry, crackling smoke.
All I could find was more smoke, and I could feel Jake’s warm hand brush away the ashes that stuck to my face and hair. In the heat around us, his hand felt cooler for once. I felt a cold, almost soothing water droplet hit my cheek. It was a tear. But it wasn’t mine. Jake was trying his best, but it wasn’t enough. It was hopeless. I couldn’t move. I was trapped within my own heart, pounding on the cage bars, screaming. But in reality, I was silent. Cold. My words were stolen by numbness and pain. Soon, it all went black, and Jake’s face, his lips red with my blood, was the last thing I saw as the pain within me, devoured.
(Finished)
Morning after is Twilight fan fiction, taking place after the events of Breaking Dawn. Something is troubling Bella. Edward is worried...and feeling guilty. Will Bella figure out what is bothering her?
Ich wusste das wenn ich jetzt einen einzigen Fehler machen würde, mich falsch bewegen oder einen falschen Schnaufer machen würde, alles wofür ich die letzten Jahre gearbeitet haben, umsonst sein würden. Die paar Jahre machten in der Hinsicht auf meine Zukünftige Lebensdauer – wobei Leben das falsche Wort dafür ist – zwar nicht viel aus, doch ich hatte es hart erarbeiten müssen.
Ich habe eine Geschichte geschrieben,die Bellas Leben beschreibt, wenn sie die Wölfe im zweiten teil nicht vor dem Bösen Vampir Lourant geschützt hätten.
Ich hoffe es gefällt euch. Würde mich sehr über Kommis freuen, damit ich mich verbessern kann :)
Some say fear is all in one’s head. A state of mind, or a dangerous part of imagination. That fear can’t hurt you. But they’re wrong. Fear is real. And it’s not all in your head. Fear is what makes you confused, and willing to do anything to get rid of the vulnerable feeling. Fear is what makes your blood run cold and your heart race uncontrollably. Fear is what makes you look over your shoulder, or what makes you jump out of a terrifying nightmare. And fear can hurt you. Fear is distracting. Fear is a dangerous thing. Fear can get you killed. But no one can be fearless.
Bella told me before we were here to be quiet. To not object to anything. But how can I? How can I just stand by while they do what they think is right, but never is? I can’t just stand here and let Jacob pay for my mistake. For everyone’s. But I can’t stand by Jacob’s side. I can’t will myself out of Demetri’s grasp. I’m being dangled a foot off the floor, pinned to a wall by my neck. And Jake. I don’t know how long he can stand. Or how long I can stand. I can’t see through the tears very well, but I find comfort in one thing. No matter how afraid I am, if he dies, at least I’m in a place where my request to die will be heeded one way or another. (It's only a few pages, but it's just a sample.)
The forgotten and untold story of how Alice Cullen came to be.
We all know that Jacob Black imprinted on Rénesmée Cullen, but what if she doesn't feel the same way?
After the fight with the volturi that had happen end of breaking dawn, the cullens and the werewolves life went back to well not normal but the same. until one day bella got a letter from aro saying that they will come and see them in a year or two.
I would look into his eyes, and everything was okay. There was no pain, no suffering, no stress. It all just fell off my shoulders like snow falling off a roof. It seemed like his gaze could go on forever, and I wished it would. But reality had to come creeping back. I never knew if it had to come or if I wanted to make sure it was still there. But when it was, I was glad to see he was still in it. He was my best friend, my other half. My Jacob. He would always be my Jacob. I loved him. But as I searched for his eyes, my own eyes burned from the dry, crackling smoke.
All I could find was more smoke, and I could feel Jake’s warm hand brush away the ashes that stuck to my face and hair. In the heat around us, his hand felt cooler for once. I felt a cold, almost soothing water droplet hit my cheek. It was a tear. But it wasn’t mine. Jake was trying his best, but it wasn’t enough. It was hopeless. I couldn’t move. I was trapped within my own heart, pounding on the cage bars, screaming. But in reality, I was silent. Cold. My words were stolen by numbness and pain. Soon, it all went black, and Jake’s face, his lips red with my blood, was the last thing I saw as the pain within me, devoured.
(Finished)