Kristen Stewart: Hidden Hills Hottie

sorry, i'm not that good a writer, but i thought i might put it on anyway, lol. Please read, but no hate टिप्पणियाँ :) thanks;

“Don’t worry Mom, I प्यार you,” I कहा as I kissed my beautiful mother’s forehead. I was so blessed; I had the most stunning family in the whole world, never mind neighborhood! I have gorgeous parents, Edward and Bella Cullen, Grandpa Carlisle and Grandma Esme, Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper, and Aunt Rosalie and Uncle Emmett. They’re वैंपायर too, of course, but still amazingly attractive. My family is different from most; we’re a family, not a coven, and we only...

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The three women eyed us carefully, scrutinizing our every move, down to the tiniest shuffling of our feet.
They were not as I expected.
Usually witches, both men and women alike, look young and youthful. In fact, most of the pictures of gods were based on witches.
These however, were nothing like those pictures.
They all looked old, almost elderly old, yet they had youthfulness to them which I couldn’t place.
Their faces were lined and each of them had crow’s feet अगला to their...

I watched her come out of the room where she spent the last week getting better. She walked over to where I stood, waiting to take her to her apartment. I thought about how much Bella had meant to me, how much she had changed me. I thought about how easy it was to forget her now that my existence finally had a true meaning. I remember how I used to think that Bella was the whole point of my existence, how she was what kept me alive, but I now knew that she was just to help me control myself for the only true प्यार I could have. I saw through Sam's mind how Emily was his whole world. I knew...

CHAPTER I – प्यार Story

“Uhm…Mom?” I started hesitantly as my mother turned off my bedroom lights – on her way out of my room.

“Yes sweetie?” She crossed the length of the door to my बिस्तर in a tiny fraction of a millisecond. She turned on the bedside lamp as she gracefully sat on the side of my bed. The pale yellow light of the lamp made my mother’s face hauntingly beautiful.

“Mom, I’m wondering if आप would tell me my प्रिय story again?”

My mom raised her perfectly shaped eyebrows. Humor twinkling in her lovely golden eyes.

“Haven’t आप had enough of THAT story yet?”...

I was raised not to fear anything. I was told to face it, taste it, welcome it.

I haven’t faced real fear before.

Not fear for this huge ball of फर whose trying to smash my brain out. Not fear for my life. But fear that this glorious angel, who is standing a foot away – wait, I think I just saw her up the Redwood – wait she couldn’t be up that tree, how could she? Unless my brain’s already smashed inside my skull.

Where was I?

Incoherency. Damaged brain, no doubt.

Again, I fear that this glorious angel, nearer to our fight now, would be hurt, harmed in any way.

“Stand back!” I yelled...

I have to say, it took me awhile to get past my first impression of Twilight. Actually, I had never even heard of the पुस्तकें until I saw people gushing about them on Fanpop. I scoffed at the Fanpoppers comparing them to Harry Potter, never questioning my belief that nothing could come close to the level of awesomeness that is the HP series.

The Twilight saga came up और and और often as the release तारीख, दिनांक for Breaking Dawn drew closer, and despite my first impression, I started getting curious. Dismissing a book offhand is not something I do lightly, especially when so many people seem to love...