Jacob’s POV
I liked that idea. Living together and having a little family. I stood up and hugged her. She hugged back and mumbled something I didn’t quite catch. I loved Renesmee and she loved me back. that’s all that mattered right now. She would come live with me, Aneleise and Ethan. “Lets go and talk to my Dad” she urged, pulling me along. “um Jacob” she mumbled. “yes honey” I replied. “where are these kids?” she asked. “Shit!” I grabbed her hand and we ran to Emily and Sam’s house. I opened the unlocked door and stepped into the little house. I had no Idea where...

Renesmee's POV

"Lizzy breath..he'll be here"I say to her and she breaths in and out

"Ryan کہا something about storys,can u tell me yours"Lizzy asked me

"Sure"I کہا and begin"My dad found my mom as a human and couldnt read her mind,he was allways wondering what she was thinking,and My mom thought my dad was hot,and they fell in love,had sex,then me"I said

"Thats the short version"Jake said,we were on the سوفی, لٹانا at my house,Every body just left to go to the main house and wait for Ryan,Alec and Maggie

"Ya there's lots of drama"I said

"Can آپ tell me?"Lizzy asked

"Well...My dad,Jake,Alice,Uncle Jazz,and...

sami1002 letted me write this....so yeah here it is.

Reneesme's Pov

I cried wondering if my mom has ever gotted my dream.I sat there until Aro dragged uncle Jasper in."Uncle Jasper!!"I کہا surprised.He was half asleep and half-awake (semiconcious)."Adam had to use the restroom.He کہا for me to take a eye on you."He grumbled. "Oh...,"was all I could say.Uncle Jasper heard my voice and stood up asking,"Reneesme?Is that you?"He looked wobbly and was about to fall.I ran to his side and took him to my bed."Is daddy okay?"I asked.Aro laughed and said,"You still call him daddy?Wow,I thought that...

Dear Diary (In His World)
October 25, 2010



I tapped my pen to the pad of paper on my ڈیسک at a slower – but stronger – than human pace. My eyes focused on the lines, each one so clear, so vibrant. The acidic smell of ink from the pen poured into my nostrils, flooding them with solvents, pigments, dyes, resins, lubricants… and whatever else ink was made from. Chemicals.

I wanted to write a book. Not a book that would go on to be published; just a book. A fictional story with fictional characters who I controlled. I didn’t know what I wanted the book to be about, exactly. I also didn’t...