The Final Goodbye
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Strolling through corridors and rooms that whisper faded memories, Twilight reflects on times gone by in the hour of her dusk.
I figured since I have not posted any stories I would share some fanfics
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Tattoos & Scars [1] | Jasper Hale
"...I don't draw on my body to make myself look badass, no, it was never that way. I see you glance at them whenever your sister comes in. You're interested and don't deny that, Mr. Look and Stay Silent." There was a girl, a reserved girl who worked five out the seven days of a week at a nail salon. She had artistic skills, which inspired her to spread her artistic love on her body. Some held a secret. Some held a memory. And some were just for a small smile to be produced any day. Then there was a boy, a reserved boy who had trouble with emotions and was seen wandering the halls of the school, only ever having his eyes on the floor he walked on. He had scars. One held his dark, haunting past that made his nonexistent tears fall. His scars made him frown, made his lips tremble, made his mouth form into a terrifying scowl. So when you place that one girl and that one boy in a room, what do you get? A journey. Started: 10/25/19 Ended: 01/20/20Concluída
The Story of Sarelle (Twilight fan fiction)
Sarelle is an ordinary 9 year old girl in 1910. However, one night she becomes an involuntary time traveller. She can't decide where she goes or when she leaves. How will her encounters with the Cullens effect their lives? ***I do NOT own this story. It is my best friend's story and I got it off fanfiction.net. Her user name is Deepcrimson91. I am just simply posting it on here so other people can enjoy it. Again, I do NOT own any material in this story. All rights go to their rightful owner(s).***Concluída
Skin Deep | J. HALE ✓
[Just so everyone that reads this book knows, I have made the decision to just leave this book to rest. I won't edit it ever probably and no future sequels are even on the horizon. Therefore, the book will feel incomplete at the end as the sequel would've filled the gap between the last chapter and the epilogue, as well as filling the New Moon gap with mainly original content as I would've had her not be in Forks during New Moon. But I want to focus on writing my own original books, so I will probably never revisit this book to edit it, or at least not anytime soon! Sorry for anyone who is disappointed so if you read, just don't fully judge it too harshly please.] ❝I am not my hair. I am not my skin. I am the soul that lives within.❞ [the twilight saga] [twilight] [complete] © 2016-2018 | freaksandmonsters plot credit | @vaIeskas cover credit | @lokidyinginsideConcluída
Remember Me
I sat across the room from her as she slept. It had been weeks since the accident. "Edward," she whispered in her sleep. The only hope that I still had that she remembered.Concluída
We meet again
This is gonna be my my first twilight fan fic guys 😁😁😁 Bella and Edward once again meet, Victoria helps her, Alice sees a vision of Bella but as a vampire and hides the vision, doesn't tell anyone, the cullens go back to forks to meet a certain coven, will Edward and Bella cross paths? Enjoy 😊Concluída
Dark Gray (Harry Styles)
I've seen this house a million times but for some reason, tonight with the all the lights on in this darkness, it seems like more than just a house. It seems like a story. One of those old books that you would find in an old library, with the vintage spines and the yellowing pages. It looks like it's hundreds of years old and as if it's been held but a countless number of hands. But in those tattered, decaying pages, there is a sort of beauty to it. Maybe that's why I find myself walking towards the front door.Concluída
"...I don't draw on my body to make myself look badass, no, it was never that way. I see you glance at them whenever your sister comes in. You're interested and don't deny that, Mr. Look and Stay Silent." There was a girl, a reserved girl who worked five out the seven days of a week at a nail salon. She had artistic skills, which inspired her to spread her artistic love on her body. Some held a secret. Some held a memory. And some were just for a small smile to be produced any day. Then there was a boy, a reserved boy who had trouble with emotions and was seen wandering the halls of the school, only ever having his eyes on the floor he walked on. He had scars. One held his dark, haunting past that made his nonexistent tears fall. His scars made him frown, made his lips tremble, made his mouth form into a terrifying scowl. So when you place that one girl and that one boy in a room, what do you get? A journey. Started: 10/25/19 Ended: 01/20/20
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