Author's e-books - Eclipse. Page - 1
"You will die," Kevin said as he circled around me. My heart was in my mouth and my breath accelerated preparing for the bolt that I was about to take.
"Not now, not tomorrow but someday will be your last day on earth." He stopped with a wicked smile on his face. "Pretty scary, huh? especially knowing that the ones who care about you will end your life."
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?
"You will die," Kevin said as he circled around me. My heart was in my mouth and my breath accelerated preparing for the bolt that I was about to take.
"Not now, not tomorrow but someday will be your last day on earth." He stopped with a wicked smile on his face. "Pretty scary, huh? especially knowing that the ones who care about you will end your life."
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?