Jacob Was A Gift From The Gods.

So It’s Still Standing?” He Managed To Get Out Between His Snickers. “i Would’ve Thought You Two Had Knocked It To Rubble By Now. What Were You Doing Last Night? Discussing The National Debt?” Emmett Howled With Laughter.

Only A Teenage Boy Would Agree To This: Deceiving Both Our Parents While Repairing Dangerous Vehicles Using Money Meant For My College Education. He Didn't See Anything Wrong With That Picture. Jacob Was A Gift From The Gods.

Fall Down Again, Bella?' No, Emmett, I Punched A Werewolf In The Face.

That Was The First Night I Dreamed Of Eward Cullen.

They Call Her My Singer—because Her Blood Sings For Me.