Hello (A Jacob Black Story)

Hello (A Jacob Black Story)

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My name is Chloee Matthews-I mean, Uley; Chloee Uley. My mom remarried Jonathan Uley, who has a son named Samuel; or Sam is what he prefers to be called. Anyways, I was living in Seattle, Washington then we moved to La Push because my mom and John met. They eloped and next thing I knew, my bags were packed and I was meeting a boy that hated me. I was only eleven and he was sixteen.. Talk about annoying little sister. Anyways, three years later John died and Sam moved out. My moms job transferred us(Sam staying behind obviously) back to Seattle, Washington and three years later, my mom and I were in a car crash; she died on impact. Now, with a broken leg and stitches on my back, stomach, and left arm, I'm in a cab; riding down the familiar dirt road to where my step brother lives. He doesn't even know I'm coming and he is my legal guardian. Great. *DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Twilight series or any of Stephenie Meyers characters. All characters I create are mine.* **This takes place after Breaking Dawn.** ***not completed*** ****my wolf pack book series. Book 1 part 1****
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Certains disent que quand c'est la bonne personne, on le sait tout de suite. Je riais de ça, autrefois. Je pensais que l'amour, c'était un mensonge. Un truc qu'on se raconte pour combler le vide. J'avais vu ce que ça avait fait à mon père. Mais je l'ai senti avant même de le comprendre. Ce frisson étrange, cette chaleur soudaine, ce tiraillement au creux de la poitrine. Il a suffi d'un regard. Un seul. Et mes certitudes ont commencé à s'effondrer.

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