Living With The Mix (Twilight fanfiction)
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  • Reads 163,063
  • Votes 2,267
  • Parts 41
  • Time 7h 18m
Ongoing, First published Jun 10, 2012
Bumping into the Cullen's on a rainy night was unexpected yet dreamt of, falling in love with a shape shifter was just the unimaginable for Ella. After living alone for more than one hundred years after running away from her mum it is understandable why Ella is so closed off from the word and only thinks mainly for herself. But with finding about a dad that she never knew off and moving from America to England things start to change and the phrase "Your just like your mother," becomes completely false.
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Extinction

9 parts Ongoing Mature

I had been running for what felt like hours. My legs were burning, and I knew my body was about to give out. The tears that had long since dried still clung to my face. I was covered in bruises and cuts from tearing through the forest. Everything hurt-not just my body, but my heart as well. Just hours ago, I was at a motel with my mom, arguing about dinner, and now she was gone. She killed herself to protect me. That's what I keep telling myself, but deep down, I know it's not true. She was tired of running, tired of hiding. The hunters were close, too close, and to avoid being captured and tortured again, she decided to exit on her own terms. I had to get out of here fast. But I had nowhere to go, nowhere to run or hide-still, I kept going. Thankfully, I had good instincts and the one lesson my mother ever taught me: shapeshifting. I just needed to throw them off my trail. I glanced over my shoulder to see if I could spot any pursuers, but that was a mistake. I tripped and hit my head on a rock, and everything went black.