YES this is the same person who wrote BLOOD LUST and STORYTELLER and BLEED IT OUT (storyteller 2) and I just have to say that I'm
really greatful to all of the شائقین out there telling me to keep up the work! So thanks, and even thought I'm on writers block for both books! I will continue them sometime soon. I finished STORYTELLER (as some of آپ know)...and I started BLEED IT OUT, and I didn't know where to go with it so I just got stumped! Same on BLOOD LUST...but someone did get the first part of it...and I can't say cause then you'd bug that person for it...but chapter 14 of BLOOD LUST will be up سے طرف کی the end of this month-which is May-or in the begining of June (without a doubt سے طرف کی then) so sit bac...and read my new story 20 DOLLAR NOSE BLEED!--BuffyFaithfan1
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20 DOLLAR NOSE BLEED
CHAPTER ONE~TOO SMALL FOR THSI BIG TOWN
I never beleived in people. Thought I had a good reason not too. My dad always promised me dreams I wanted to reach. And once it was time to reach them, he brought me down and crushed the dream. My mom died in a car crash not too long ago...and even thought it brought me to a small stoop in my life, I still had the urge to trudge along in this tragic world. آپ see people fight for the right to wear what they want, تاریخ who they want, even for a bottle of water. And look back on earlier accidents. People pointing a gun to your face, asking if آپ believed in God, and if آپ say yes یا no they blow your head off...which is a shame cause no one cares anymore. آپ could trip down the stairs and your دوستوں would point and laugh and walk along while a bone is out of your skin, blood pouring everywehre. Right now, my dad is passed out in the living room. He just had a پیپا of beer, and I am soothing myself with موسیقی and my friends. No, they aren't over at my house, I'm texting them with a phone my grandma and grandpa gave me. They always saw the better in me. And they always tell me that if life with dad got too rough, I could اقدام in with them. And I'm taking their word for it. My dad throws bottels and food at me, screaming his head off. Telling me that mom's dead was my fault. He never had this problem before. Ever since mom died, I don't know who my dad is anymore. I sent off the last text for the night, and I got ready to pack. For the just-in-case thing. I zipped up the last bag full of clothes and cd's and other usless things. I put each bag on my bed, and went out into the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ sliding my phone into my pocket. آپ can hear dad snoring in the living room.
"What do آپ want!?" A shrill, cracky voice asked. I jumped in surprise and turned to face Vicky.
Oh, I didn't tell آپ about her, sorry...Vicky is my dads whore, smoking, alcohol drinking, girlfriend. He replaced mom a ماہ after the accident.
"I was about to leave this devil peice of shit, to take a good last look at the sun. Then I was going to say goodbye, and flip آپ all off and run away!" I کہا with a smile.
She walked up to me, sipped on her cigarette, and slapped me! I laughed.
"I was so hoping you'd do that!" I کہا and curled my hands into fists, and punched her jaw. She fell back a few feet, dropping her cigarette. She had a horrid look on her face.
"You مککا, عجیب الخلقت good sweet cheeks, practice much on your mom!?" She asked with laughter.
"Dont go their, slut!" I کہا and her eyes widened.
"I'm gonna' be the better mom here, and turn the other way." She کہا and now I'm furious.
"The better mom? HA! آپ can't even get dad his jollies! So how are آپ the better mom?" I کہا and tears filled my eyes.
"Cry much? Baby!" She کہا and I laughed it off.
"I can't wait for آپ to die! No one will miss you...not even dad. He just needed a woman to fill his دل up with positivity that he'd be comferted after work!" I کہا and she gave me the bird. I laughed, and escaped to my room.
I grabbed my bags, and opened the window. A gust of fresh air swooped into my room. It felt good against my skin.
"Where are آپ going?" Dad asked, standing in my door way.
"Oh honney, let her go!" Vicky کہا wraping herself around him.
"No! WHERE ARE آپ GOING!?" He was mad now. But Vicky was still intertwined on him.
"Home." I کہا and put one foot out the window.
"Dont leave me!" He کہا now in tears. "I can't stand losing آپ too!"
"You won't lose me!" I کہا and he smiled thinking I'd come back in. But he was wrong. "I'll be with grandma and grandpa. Visit me anytime. SOBER!" I کہا and brought the rest of me out of the window. He ran to the winow, and I slammed it in his face. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he punched the window. He was a mess, and not even god could save him now. I walked onto the road, and up to the stop sign. I called my grandma to pick me up here, and she کہا she's be there in ten minutes.
TEN منٹ LATE, grandma was at the stop sign, and the door was open...obviously ready for me.
"Hi grandma!" I کہا and she smiled brightly, ear to ear.
"Hello, Peyton!" She was glad I called her and made this choice.
I threw my bags in the back seat, and I climbed in the passenger seat. I took one last look at the road as she was leaving AnneEllie street, and I smiled as I was never gonna' see this place again. یا so I hoped.
really greatful to all of the شائقین out there telling me to keep up the work! So thanks, and even thought I'm on writers block for both books! I will continue them sometime soon. I finished STORYTELLER (as some of آپ know)...and I started BLEED IT OUT, and I didn't know where to go with it so I just got stumped! Same on BLOOD LUST...but someone did get the first part of it...and I can't say cause then you'd bug that person for it...but chapter 14 of BLOOD LUST will be up سے طرف کی the end of this month-which is May-or in the begining of June (without a doubt سے طرف کی then) so sit bac...and read my new story 20 DOLLAR NOSE BLEED!--BuffyFaithfan1
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20 DOLLAR NOSE BLEED
CHAPTER ONE~TOO SMALL FOR THSI BIG TOWN
I never beleived in people. Thought I had a good reason not too. My dad always promised me dreams I wanted to reach. And once it was time to reach them, he brought me down and crushed the dream. My mom died in a car crash not too long ago...and even thought it brought me to a small stoop in my life, I still had the urge to trudge along in this tragic world. آپ see people fight for the right to wear what they want, تاریخ who they want, even for a bottle of water. And look back on earlier accidents. People pointing a gun to your face, asking if آپ believed in God, and if آپ say yes یا no they blow your head off...which is a shame cause no one cares anymore. آپ could trip down the stairs and your دوستوں would point and laugh and walk along while a bone is out of your skin, blood pouring everywehre. Right now, my dad is passed out in the living room. He just had a پیپا of beer, and I am soothing myself with موسیقی and my friends. No, they aren't over at my house, I'm texting them with a phone my grandma and grandpa gave me. They always saw the better in me. And they always tell me that if life with dad got too rough, I could اقدام in with them. And I'm taking their word for it. My dad throws bottels and food at me, screaming his head off. Telling me that mom's dead was my fault. He never had this problem before. Ever since mom died, I don't know who my dad is anymore. I sent off the last text for the night, and I got ready to pack. For the just-in-case thing. I zipped up the last bag full of clothes and cd's and other usless things. I put each bag on my bed, and went out into the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ sliding my phone into my pocket. آپ can hear dad snoring in the living room.
"What do آپ want!?" A shrill, cracky voice asked. I jumped in surprise and turned to face Vicky.
Oh, I didn't tell آپ about her, sorry...Vicky is my dads whore, smoking, alcohol drinking, girlfriend. He replaced mom a ماہ after the accident.
"I was about to leave this devil peice of shit, to take a good last look at the sun. Then I was going to say goodbye, and flip آپ all off and run away!" I کہا with a smile.
She walked up to me, sipped on her cigarette, and slapped me! I laughed.
"I was so hoping you'd do that!" I کہا and curled my hands into fists, and punched her jaw. She fell back a few feet, dropping her cigarette. She had a horrid look on her face.
"You مککا, عجیب الخلقت good sweet cheeks, practice much on your mom!?" She asked with laughter.
"Dont go their, slut!" I کہا and her eyes widened.
"I'm gonna' be the better mom here, and turn the other way." She کہا and now I'm furious.
"The better mom? HA! آپ can't even get dad his jollies! So how are آپ the better mom?" I کہا and tears filled my eyes.
"Cry much? Baby!" She کہا and I laughed it off.
"I can't wait for آپ to die! No one will miss you...not even dad. He just needed a woman to fill his دل up with positivity that he'd be comferted after work!" I کہا and she gave me the bird. I laughed, and escaped to my room.
I grabbed my bags, and opened the window. A gust of fresh air swooped into my room. It felt good against my skin.
"Where are آپ going?" Dad asked, standing in my door way.
"Oh honney, let her go!" Vicky کہا wraping herself around him.
"No! WHERE ARE آپ GOING!?" He was mad now. But Vicky was still intertwined on him.
"Home." I کہا and put one foot out the window.
"Dont leave me!" He کہا now in tears. "I can't stand losing آپ too!"
"You won't lose me!" I کہا and he smiled thinking I'd come back in. But he was wrong. "I'll be with grandma and grandpa. Visit me anytime. SOBER!" I کہا and brought the rest of me out of the window. He ran to the winow, and I slammed it in his face. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he punched the window. He was a mess, and not even god could save him now. I walked onto the road, and up to the stop sign. I called my grandma to pick me up here, and she کہا she's be there in ten minutes.
TEN منٹ LATE, grandma was at the stop sign, and the door was open...obviously ready for me.
"Hi grandma!" I کہا and she smiled brightly, ear to ear.
"Hello, Peyton!" She was glad I called her and made this choice.
I threw my bags in the back seat, and I climbed in the passenger seat. I took one last look at the road as she was leaving AnneEllie street, and I smiled as I was never gonna' see this place again. یا so I hoped.
My پسندیدہ scene in new moon is the breakup. Now, before آپ say I'm not a TRUE twilight fan, think about it. If Edward didn't leave, Jacob would cease to exist(metaphorically speaking, of course). Then, Bella would be staying human. No Renesmee, no wedding, and no Jacob Black. آپ might be thinking,well, Edward would change her sooner یا later, right? Wrong. I hope I'm not spoiling anything, but remember in eclipse when Edward کہا he got over his taste for her blood? Do آپ remember why? If he didn't leave, he would be too afraid to try. New moon is all about the breakup, and Jacob edging his way into Bella's life. Yep, I'm talking to you, Team Jacob. If آپ really like Jacob, آپ see things like me.
i hope آپ like my story sorry for the spelling and stuff like that im trying my best!!!!!
Rennesme POV
When آپ love the one, who left آپ no options at all,and change آپ campletely how can آپ fight with the world to not lose him?
What about if your life depend on the person, what would آپ do to tell him what آپ really feel about him and that آپ want to be with him FOREVER!!!!!!
And آپ have just one مزید chance to do it!!!!
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Rennesme POV
When آپ love the one, who left آپ no options at all,and change آپ campletely how can آپ fight with the world to not lose him?
What about if your life depend on the person, what would آپ do to tell him what آپ really feel about him and that آپ want to be with him FOREVER!!!!!!
And آپ have just one مزید chance to do it!!!!
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Edward Cullen (born Edward Anthony Masen) was born on June 20, 1901 in Chicago, Illinois, and is frozen in his 17-year-old body. While dying of the Spanish influenza, he was changed into a vampire سے طرف کی Dr. Carlisle Cullen after Edward's mother, Elizabeth, begged him to save Edward as her dying wish. Edward only drinks animal blood and has the special ability to read minds, with the exception of Bella Swan's. He falls in love with Bella soon after she arrives in Forks. Edward knows that he could kill Bella easily, a fact that torments him so much that, in the book New Moon, he decides to leave Forks with his family so they won't be able to hurt her. He returns, however, because he realizes he cannot live without her. Edward marries Bella in Breaking Dawn and they have a child, Renesmee.