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Renesmee "Nessie" Carlie Cullen is the half-vampire, half-human daughter of Edward Cullen and Bella Swan, born on September 10, three days before Bella's nineteenth birthday in Breaking Dawn. Her name is derived from the amalgamation of the names of Bella's mother, Renée, and Edward's adoptive mother, Esme. Her middle name, Carlie, is a combination of the names Carlisle, Edward's adoptive father, and Charlie, Bella's father. She has the same facial features and hair color as Edward, but has her grandfather, Charlie Swan's, curly hair, and brown eyes like Bella. Bella and Jacob describe her...

OMG OMG OMG OMG LOOK!!! IT"S A SPOILER>> I THINK IT'S THE TRAILER !!!

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A scene fades in, deep in the forest. Bella's standing with her back to Edward, with Edward a few feet behind her.

Bella : How old are you?
Edward (voice almost a whisper): 17

The camera pans around and focuses in on her face, which is full of shock and a bit of fear, her eyes cut to him as if she wants to turn and face him but doesn't quite have the courage.



Bella: How long have wewe been 17?

Cuts to a clip of Edward crouched, as if hunting. A quick sequence of a deer running, trees and leaves flying past follows and...

The plane ride to the island was long than it took forever once we were done with the planes just to get to the island. But we finally made it. “Wow it’s beautiful.” Jacob helped me out of the mashua then grabbed the suitcases. “Jump on my back, I’ll carry wewe there.” Jacob alisema turning around. I jumped on and kissed his neck. “I upendo you, when we drop of the suitcases wewe wanna go swimming?” I asked him just as we made it to the door. “Of course as long as I’m with wewe I will.” He alisema opening the door. We walked to the beach, pwani and got undressed and jumped in.

The water was...

*by Stephenie Meyer*



TWILIGHT - chapter 7 - NIGHTMARE


I slep dreamlessly that night, exhausted from beginning my siku so early, and sleeping so poorly the night before. I woke, for the sekunde time since arriving in Forks, to the bright yellow light of a sunny day. I skipped to the window, stunned to see that there was hardly a wingu in the sky, and those there were just fleecy little white puffs that couldn't possible be carrying any rain. I opened the window - surprised when it opened silently, without sticking, not having opened it in who knows how many years - and sucked in the relatively...