Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
I put my arms behind my back and lifted up my hoofdkussen, kussen to throw it at the blasted cardiopulmonary monitor. I was sick of hearing that annoying consistent beeping. It was driving me crazy. Edward, the spoilsport, swiftly pulled the hoofdkussen, kussen out of my hands and put it neatly behind me again. I glared at him for ruining my chance of destruction. The hoofdkussen, kussen might be soft but at the speed and strength I was going to throw it the monitor might not make it to the volgende room in one piece.
“I don’t think that the nice hospital equipment should be tortured,” Edward said, plumping the hoofdkussen, kussen too. “Just because you’re upset.”
“I’m not upset,” I said, a little too harshly.
He raised one of his eyebrows.
“I’m not!” I shouted. “What makes u think I am?”
The hart-, hart monitor beeped louder and faster and before Edward could stop me I threw my hoofdkussen, kussen at it. It wobbled and began to fall but before it could crash to the ground Edward caught it and set it upright.
He kept the hoofdkussen, kussen this time.
“Look, Kayla, I’m sure he’s fine.” Edward sat down on the chair volgende to my bed. He patted my hand gently. “Don’t worry.”
“It’s been five days,” I reminded him. “No one knows where he is. My mother thinks he’s with the Seattle police hunting down my killer.”
“He is hunting down your killer.”
“But not with the Seattle police force. He could be hurt, Edward.”
“But he isn’t,” Edward said. “If he was Alice would know.”
“Alice can hardly see him as it is,” I said, exasperatedly. “How would she know?”
Edward took in a deep breath and clenched the hoofdkussen, kussen tightly. Clearly he was getting annoyed with me. I wouldn’t blame him. For the past three days I’d been nothing but impatient, edgy and annoyed at everything. Including the nice hospital equipment.
“I’ve zei it before, Kayla,” Edward zei slowly. “And I’ll say it again. If Charlie was hurt she would see him clearly. Not seeing him is good because it means he’s with Loren of near him. Just like with you.”
I knew that. He’d told me that when I begged Alice to keep looking for Charlie. It’s just; I was worried for him. I was going out of my mind. It wasn’t like him to just vanish and not call of write of tell me. Not like he could tell me since I was almost dying and unconscious.
“Get some sleep,” Edward told me. “It’s three in the morning.”
“I know,” I sighed. “I’m just hoping he’ll walk in all veilig and unharmed. Hopefully Loren’s severed head in his hand...”
Edward laughed and kissed my hand softly. He replaced the hoofdkussen, kussen back behind me.
“Sleep, my love.” He began to hum that little song of his. The lullaby he’d composed. I lay down and listened to it for a while. It was a very soft and gentle tune and I wondered how he could stel samen something so beautiful. But then again it was Edward who was an excellent musician and not sleeping usually left u a lot of time to do stuff.
“My inspiration was you,” Edward said, smiling. “I watched u sleep one night and I could see the muziek taking shape in my mind. I sat down at the piano and my hands just found the right key, pitch and notes and the lullaby was forming.”
I shuffled in the bed so he could lie volgende to me. He slipped under the sheets.
“I can’t believe I was a reason u created something,” I whispered to him. I lay an arm over his chest.
“I don’t,” he replied, playing with my fingers. “You are worth a thousand meer compositions.”
He kissed each of my fingers then slowly kissed his way up my arm to my neck.
“You’re distracting me,” I accused him.
“Are u complaining?” he asked, kissing the hollow beneath my ear.
“No,” I said, as his kisses moved along my cheek to my lips.
The steady beeping became faster and Edward chuckled against my lips.
“This isn’t helping your condition.” Edward moved away from me but I grabbed his overhemd, shirt and pulled him back.
“It’s good for me,” I said, pressing my lips to his. “Very good.”
He kissed me slowly, teasing me. He was now on top, boven of me and he caressed my bare leg, leaving blazing trails despite his cold skin. His kisses and touch were sending my hart-, hart racing and the beeps of the monitor were now so fast they sounded like one continuous beep. Edward chuckled again, knowing the effect he had on me. I had one hand holding onto his overhemd, shirt so he could not escape me and the other was resting on his neck with my thumb on his cheek. His hand traced up my leg and under my hospital japon, jurk to my waist. I let go of his overhemd, shirt when all of a sudden he pulled away from me so fast I didn’t notice until I realised I was kissing thin air. I sat up and saw he was sitting on the chair straightening the creases out of his shirt.
“Excuse me,” I said. “You were in the middle of helping my recovery, why did u leave?”
At that moment the hospital room door opened and Carlisle ran in. He looked very distressed which was unusual for him. He could be the most composed of the Cullens.
“I thought I would find u here,” Carlisle zei to Edward. “And u awake.” He zei to me.
“What is it?” I asked. “What’s wrong?”
Edward shook his head almost immediately after I asked the question. He sat on the bed again volgende to me. This made me worry that it was something serious. What did Edward want hidden from me?
“I can’t Edward, this is too serious.” Carlisle replied to Edward’s head shake.
“Can’t it wait until morning?” Edward asked. “She needs to sleep.”
“She needs to know now,” Carlisle said. He turned to me and his golden eyes reflected his features. Concern and fear. “They’ve found Mitchell.”
I smiled and felt relieved. This was great news. If they’ve found Mitchell then that must mean everything was ok. Right? Edward held my hand in his and rubbed circles in the back of my hand. That changed my mind on that theory. My smile faltered.
“Who found him?” I asked Carlisle.
“It was Forks police,” he answered and winced at my now fearful face. “And not in the best of states.”
That didn’t sound good. If it was the police that found him that could mean everything was not ok and fine. Everything was still like I thought it was before. Bad. Very bad. And Mitchell not being in the best of states that could mean....
“Is he dead?”
Carlisle shook his head.
“Just badly beaten, some broken bones and nasty cuts.”
I felt relieved that Mitchell wasn’t dead but him being hurt only worsened what I had thought would happen to Charlie.
“I need to see him.” I tried to get out of bed but Edward held onto my hand tightly.
“He’s not able to have visitors yet,” Edward said, reading Carlisle’s mind. “And it would arouse suspicion if u went to see him. You’re supposed to be bedridden because of three shots to the chest, one of which almost took away most of your hart-, hart and another piercing a lung, and the police will want to know how u know Mitchell.”
I understood. My injuries were pretty bad and it would look strange me barging into Mitchell’s room completely healed at three in the morning. And saying to the police I knew Mitchell because he was the son of my would-be-murderer wouldn’t go down well.
“Well, I still want to see him,” I said. “I want to ask him about Charlie.”
“I will once he wakes,” Carlisle assured me. “We had to give him a lot of morphine which knocked him out. Some of his injuries were pretty bad.”
I nodded.
“He will be ok, right?”
“He will recover fully,” Carlisle answered. “So don’t worry about it. I don’t know how he sustained his injuries though.”
“I think I can guess,” I muttered. My first guess being Loren. I felt my anger rise as I thought of how he could hurt his own son like that. Edward rubbed my back in a bid to calm me.
“Get some sleep, Kayla,” Carlisle advised. “If u can.”
“She will,” Edward said. “I’ll make sure.”
Carlisle nodded and left the room, closing the door silently.
“You going to drug me?” I asked him. “Because I’m not going to sleep.”
“I have something better than drugs,” he smiled as he pushed me down to a lying position. He kissed my forehead and lay volgende to me. I shuffled close to him and he wrapped his arms around me. He began humming the lullaby again. I had to admit that it was better than drugs, sending me to sleep in seconds.
Where I dreamed about Charlie.
I put my arms behind my back and lifted up my hoofdkussen, kussen to throw it at the blasted cardiopulmonary monitor. I was sick of hearing that annoying consistent beeping. It was driving me crazy. Edward, the spoilsport, swiftly pulled the hoofdkussen, kussen out of my hands and put it neatly behind me again. I glared at him for ruining my chance of destruction. The hoofdkussen, kussen might be soft but at the speed and strength I was going to throw it the monitor might not make it to the volgende room in one piece.
“I don’t think that the nice hospital equipment should be tortured,” Edward said, plumping the hoofdkussen, kussen too. “Just because you’re upset.”
“I’m not upset,” I said, a little too harshly.
He raised one of his eyebrows.
“I’m not!” I shouted. “What makes u think I am?”
The hart-, hart monitor beeped louder and faster and before Edward could stop me I threw my hoofdkussen, kussen at it. It wobbled and began to fall but before it could crash to the ground Edward caught it and set it upright.
He kept the hoofdkussen, kussen this time.
“Look, Kayla, I’m sure he’s fine.” Edward sat down on the chair volgende to my bed. He patted my hand gently. “Don’t worry.”
“It’s been five days,” I reminded him. “No one knows where he is. My mother thinks he’s with the Seattle police hunting down my killer.”
“He is hunting down your killer.”
“But not with the Seattle police force. He could be hurt, Edward.”
“But he isn’t,” Edward said. “If he was Alice would know.”
“Alice can hardly see him as it is,” I said, exasperatedly. “How would she know?”
Edward took in a deep breath and clenched the hoofdkussen, kussen tightly. Clearly he was getting annoyed with me. I wouldn’t blame him. For the past three days I’d been nothing but impatient, edgy and annoyed at everything. Including the nice hospital equipment.
“I’ve zei it before, Kayla,” Edward zei slowly. “And I’ll say it again. If Charlie was hurt she would see him clearly. Not seeing him is good because it means he’s with Loren of near him. Just like with you.”
I knew that. He’d told me that when I begged Alice to keep looking for Charlie. It’s just; I was worried for him. I was going out of my mind. It wasn’t like him to just vanish and not call of write of tell me. Not like he could tell me since I was almost dying and unconscious.
“Get some sleep,” Edward told me. “It’s three in the morning.”
“I know,” I sighed. “I’m just hoping he’ll walk in all veilig and unharmed. Hopefully Loren’s severed head in his hand...”
Edward laughed and kissed my hand softly. He replaced the hoofdkussen, kussen back behind me.
“Sleep, my love.” He began to hum that little song of his. The lullaby he’d composed. I lay down and listened to it for a while. It was a very soft and gentle tune and I wondered how he could stel samen something so beautiful. But then again it was Edward who was an excellent musician and not sleeping usually left u a lot of time to do stuff.
“My inspiration was you,” Edward said, smiling. “I watched u sleep one night and I could see the muziek taking shape in my mind. I sat down at the piano and my hands just found the right key, pitch and notes and the lullaby was forming.”
I shuffled in the bed so he could lie volgende to me. He slipped under the sheets.
“I can’t believe I was a reason u created something,” I whispered to him. I lay an arm over his chest.
“I don’t,” he replied, playing with my fingers. “You are worth a thousand meer compositions.”
He kissed each of my fingers then slowly kissed his way up my arm to my neck.
“You’re distracting me,” I accused him.
“Are u complaining?” he asked, kissing the hollow beneath my ear.
“No,” I said, as his kisses moved along my cheek to my lips.
The steady beeping became faster and Edward chuckled against my lips.
“This isn’t helping your condition.” Edward moved away from me but I grabbed his overhemd, shirt and pulled him back.
“It’s good for me,” I said, pressing my lips to his. “Very good.”
He kissed me slowly, teasing me. He was now on top, boven of me and he caressed my bare leg, leaving blazing trails despite his cold skin. His kisses and touch were sending my hart-, hart racing and the beeps of the monitor were now so fast they sounded like one continuous beep. Edward chuckled again, knowing the effect he had on me. I had one hand holding onto his overhemd, shirt so he could not escape me and the other was resting on his neck with my thumb on his cheek. His hand traced up my leg and under my hospital japon, jurk to my waist. I let go of his overhemd, shirt when all of a sudden he pulled away from me so fast I didn’t notice until I realised I was kissing thin air. I sat up and saw he was sitting on the chair straightening the creases out of his shirt.
“Excuse me,” I said. “You were in the middle of helping my recovery, why did u leave?”
At that moment the hospital room door opened and Carlisle ran in. He looked very distressed which was unusual for him. He could be the most composed of the Cullens.
“I thought I would find u here,” Carlisle zei to Edward. “And u awake.” He zei to me.
“What is it?” I asked. “What’s wrong?”
Edward shook his head almost immediately after I asked the question. He sat on the bed again volgende to me. This made me worry that it was something serious. What did Edward want hidden from me?
“I can’t Edward, this is too serious.” Carlisle replied to Edward’s head shake.
“Can’t it wait until morning?” Edward asked. “She needs to sleep.”
“She needs to know now,” Carlisle said. He turned to me and his golden eyes reflected his features. Concern and fear. “They’ve found Mitchell.”
I smiled and felt relieved. This was great news. If they’ve found Mitchell then that must mean everything was ok. Right? Edward held my hand in his and rubbed circles in the back of my hand. That changed my mind on that theory. My smile faltered.
“Who found him?” I asked Carlisle.
“It was Forks police,” he answered and winced at my now fearful face. “And not in the best of states.”
That didn’t sound good. If it was the police that found him that could mean everything was not ok and fine. Everything was still like I thought it was before. Bad. Very bad. And Mitchell not being in the best of states that could mean....
“Is he dead?”
Carlisle shook his head.
“Just badly beaten, some broken bones and nasty cuts.”
I felt relieved that Mitchell wasn’t dead but him being hurt only worsened what I had thought would happen to Charlie.
“I need to see him.” I tried to get out of bed but Edward held onto my hand tightly.
“He’s not able to have visitors yet,” Edward said, reading Carlisle’s mind. “And it would arouse suspicion if u went to see him. You’re supposed to be bedridden because of three shots to the chest, one of which almost took away most of your hart-, hart and another piercing a lung, and the police will want to know how u know Mitchell.”
I understood. My injuries were pretty bad and it would look strange me barging into Mitchell’s room completely healed at three in the morning. And saying to the police I knew Mitchell because he was the son of my would-be-murderer wouldn’t go down well.
“Well, I still want to see him,” I said. “I want to ask him about Charlie.”
“I will once he wakes,” Carlisle assured me. “We had to give him a lot of morphine which knocked him out. Some of his injuries were pretty bad.”
I nodded.
“He will be ok, right?”
“He will recover fully,” Carlisle answered. “So don’t worry about it. I don’t know how he sustained his injuries though.”
“I think I can guess,” I muttered. My first guess being Loren. I felt my anger rise as I thought of how he could hurt his own son like that. Edward rubbed my back in a bid to calm me.
“Get some sleep, Kayla,” Carlisle advised. “If u can.”
“She will,” Edward said. “I’ll make sure.”
Carlisle nodded and left the room, closing the door silently.
“You going to drug me?” I asked him. “Because I’m not going to sleep.”
“I have something better than drugs,” he smiled as he pushed me down to a lying position. He kissed my forehead and lay volgende to me. I shuffled close to him and he wrapped his arms around me. He began humming the lullaby again. I had to admit that it was better than drugs, sending me to sleep in seconds.
Where I dreamed about Charlie.
10 Ways to Annoy Rosalie Hale:
10. Tell her that, because everyone thinks she and Jasper are twins, they should get together. When she asks why, say that Incest is in at the moment.
9. Call her “Ice Queen” behind her back and to her face.
8. Whenever she argues anything, respond with “Whatever, bimbo.”
7. Claim that being a human ain’t so great.
6. When she argues the above claim, respond with “Whatever, bimbo.”
5. Try to exorcise her and her evil ways.
4. Tell everyone that Edward didn’t go to Italy because Rosalie zei Bella was dead – he went to Italy because he envisioned Rosalie’s ugly face.
3. Call her “Hoe-salie” at least once, to her face.
2. Remind her that Edward chose a pathetic human girl over her.
And the Number One way to annoy Rosalie Hale?
1. Steal her silver cell phone and change the ringtone to “Roxanne” door The Police. When she asks why the hell u did it, say that she reminds u of Roxanne.
10. Tell her that, because everyone thinks she and Jasper are twins, they should get together. When she asks why, say that Incest is in at the moment.
9. Call her “Ice Queen” behind her back and to her face.
8. Whenever she argues anything, respond with “Whatever, bimbo.”
7. Claim that being a human ain’t so great.
6. When she argues the above claim, respond with “Whatever, bimbo.”
5. Try to exorcise her and her evil ways.
4. Tell everyone that Edward didn’t go to Italy because Rosalie zei Bella was dead – he went to Italy because he envisioned Rosalie’s ugly face.
3. Call her “Hoe-salie” at least once, to her face.
2. Remind her that Edward chose a pathetic human girl over her.
And the Number One way to annoy Rosalie Hale?
1. Steal her silver cell phone and change the ringtone to “Roxanne” door The Police. When she asks why the hell u did it, say that she reminds u of Roxanne.
Hello Everyone! I'm bringing another story that I'm writing called Bedroom Confessions! I'm posting the link, hoping u will take a look at it. This story is for mature audiences only as it contains violence and murder. 9 chapters & 487 reviews!
Summary: Edward was investigating the perfect murder. Part of his job was to protect the only witness's identity from the murderer. But can he control his feelings for her, and can he handle the secrets she hides? AH/AU;E/B
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Summary: Edward was investigating the perfect murder. Part of his job was to protect the only witness's identity from the murderer. But can he control his feelings for her, and can he handle the secrets she hides? AH/AU;E/B
If u like this one, make sure to check out the other stories listed on my profile! Thanks, and I hope u enjoy it!
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With Eclipse on the horizon it would be fun to share our favoriete Eclipse quotes. Quotes should be left as commentaren and with a page number so we can all see them in context. So what is your favoriete line in Eclipse?
I love it on page 58 when Bella is recalling watching Edward and Alice play chess: "Edward and Alice playing chess was one of the funniest things I'd ever seen. They'd sat there nearly motionless, staring at the board, while Alice foresaw the moves he would make and he picked the moves she would make in return out of her head. They played most of the game in their minds; I think they'd each moved two pawns when Alice suddenly flicked her king over and surrendered. It took all of three minutes."
I love it on page 58 when Bella is recalling watching Edward and Alice play chess: "Edward and Alice playing chess was one of the funniest things I'd ever seen. They'd sat there nearly motionless, staring at the board, while Alice foresaw the moves he would make and he picked the moves she would make in return out of her head. They played most of the game in their minds; I think they'd each moved two pawns when Alice suddenly flicked her king over and surrendered. It took all of three minutes."
Bella and Jacob
as it seems to be best vrienden with feelings Jacob's hart-, hart beats for Bella and yet after all she put him through it can steel be beating for that girl that will one dag have the vampire's eyes and have to keep up with lies to keep herself a secret to stay alive, Jacob's hart-, hart wants Bella but he gets Her daughter Renessme and he loves her much meer so for now his hart-, hart only beats a Little for her mother but so much meer for her.
Bella and Edward
Edward can break her and put her back together so easy like the wind moving a leaf on a summers dag but steel yet there it stay in the new place. Bella will always love Jacob as a friend and as a son for her daughter will marry him one day. Bella and Edward will always be a perfect couple as there eyes to match there hart-, hart for no beat there gaze to stare forever in each others arms.
as it seems to be best vrienden with feelings Jacob's hart-, hart beats for Bella and yet after all she put him through it can steel be beating for that girl that will one dag have the vampire's eyes and have to keep up with lies to keep herself a secret to stay alive, Jacob's hart-, hart wants Bella but he gets Her daughter Renessme and he loves her much meer so for now his hart-, hart only beats a Little for her mother but so much meer for her.
Bella and Edward
Edward can break her and put her back together so easy like the wind moving a leaf on a summers dag but steel yet there it stay in the new place. Bella will always love Jacob as a friend and as a son for her daughter will marry him one day. Bella and Edward will always be a perfect couple as there eyes to match there hart-, hart for no beat there gaze to stare forever in each others arms.
