To save alot of confusing from alot of readers ( I hope) I would like to explain in plain form what is going on.
This fanfiction is set in a form of a letter, simple, nothing more. It's set during a period of time in New Moon, However this is where I have made a handful of alterations. Bella did not jump from the cliff, thus no Alice, and no Edward interaction. Bella is still alone, in collage, where she falls pregnant from her new boyfriend Lucas,(Chad Michael Murray Type) Letter post birth of her son's birth. Got it?
I only hope that आप are well and delightfully happy in your successful...
Bellas POV 10 years ago... We were seven years old, and I lived in Forks. It was me and my mum Renee and my dad Charlie. I had a very best friend called Edward Cullen. He and his family, were the Cullens and Hales. They were: Carlise, Esme, Edward, Emmett, and Alice Cullen. The Hales were Jasper and Rosalie. They were like a सेकंड family to me. Me and Edward was very close. We went to school together, played outside on those hot summers days, and one दिन in the winter, near a big oak tree, while snowflakes were falling; he kissed me. At seven years old, it was kind of arkward, but it was...
"Morning." Edward greeted as I got into the passenger सीट of the Camaro the following morning.
"Morning." I leaned over for my hello kiss, which he was only too happy to give me.
"You missed quite a दिखाना at the house this morning." He told me, pulling out of the driveway.
"Rose suddenly decided that maroon wasn't her color, and tried to get the principal on the phone to force him to change the robes last minute." Edward chuckled at the memory, and I could almost see the scene in front of me. God help the person who tried to mess with Rosalie's fashion sense.
Hello, My Name Is: Death Volume Two BuffyFaithfan1 ______________________________ Hi, my name is Cyd, short for Cydnee, and one दिन while I was grocery shopping, a former member of the Death Clan of the Fallen threw a चाकू at my head. I ducked behind my cart, and ran out of the store once I saw the चाकू fly into a bunch of egg cartons. I went home, told my friend Tabra about it, and he came rushing over. He helped me get out of the aftershock feeling, and when we were eating chicken sandwhiches, mine was coated in poison. We then went to his apartment, knowing that if one little sandwhich was...