Rosalie Eclipse

Emmett's POV
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We were running towards South America, towards Salvador. After the call, I knew we had to find my Rose soon before...
And after the sekunde call, I felt hope.
We were lucky, Carlisle knew this place, so after a few hours we were there.
I looked with wonder around me, it was a nice place. The sun was shining and there was a beautiful beach, with a beautiful ocean, with beautiful trees. They remind me of Rosalie. After a moment I gasped.
'What's wrong, Emmett?' Edward asked me immediately.
'The sun,' I whispered. That was enough to understand...

Rosalie's POV
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'Who are wewe guys?' I yelled at the two who kidnapt me. We were in a remote area. I was with two other Wanyonya damu in a room. It was dark, there was a little light from the sun, what comes through a window. It were two male's. They were long, and they looked really like each other, they were probably a twin, but one had a scar on his face. They had dark hair and golden eyes. Fortunately, so they hunt animels.
'That doesn't matter, what were wewe doing in our area?' one of them asked me angrily.
'What do wewe mean, your area?' I snarled at them. One wanted...

Rosalie Hale is the adopted daughter of Esme and Carlisle, adoptive sister of Edward, Alice, and Jasper, and wife of Emmett. Her physical age is 18, and she was born in 1915 in rochester New YorkRochester, New York, as the daughter of a banker. Rosalie is described as being the most beautiful person in the world, even for a vampire; she is tall, statuesque, and has long, wavy blonde hair. As a human, Rosalie was described as a woman who had beauty, elegance, class, and eyes resembling violets. Royce King II took an interest in her and soon the two became engaged. Rosalie was extremely envious...

I walked downstairs and found the others on the chajio, chakula cha jioni table. We didn't need one, but Esme always liked it. "It looks zaidi normal, and besides, I fell in upendo with it the first time I saw it," were her exact words. Esme always loved to decorate our house and everything.

I sat down between Edward and Carlisle and I immediately knew about the subject about their conversation.

'Is he sleeping?' Carlisle asked me. I nodded. 'Okay,' Carlisle sighed. 'I did some tests and I found out that Emmett is very,' Carlisle sighed again. 'Weak,' I froze. 'He has pain and he still isn't used to his human condition....

Rosalie's POV
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Rose, I'm leaving,' I heard Emmett spoke quickly. My expression changed in hurt. My eyes widened while my breathe stopped.

'No, y... wewe can't,' I murmured. Where was he talking about? Leaving? Okay, we didn't spend much time together, but that doesn't mean that he has to leave! Maybe there was something else, maybe he was just sick off Edward's gift, au that we hadn't much privacy. There must be something.

'I'm sorry Rose. I upendo you, but I don't think it can work out between us,' he alisema softly to me. My jaw dropped. Where did he talk about? I loved him...

Painful Memories




Chapter Eight



Edward POV


“Alice please calm down. What did wewe see?” I asked again.

“I – I saw Rosalie...” Alice sobbed. “Edward I saw Victoria too.”

So Victoria was involved after all?

“Alice how did wewe even see her? Wouldn't Hayley's shield block wewe from seeing that?”

“ Edward I'm not lying. I don't why I was able to see that. Maybe Hayley let her shield down.”

“What exactly did wewe see Alice?” I demanded.

“I saw Victoria and Rosalie talking. Then Victoria went to leave, but Rose grabbed her arm to stop her. Victoria looked angry and then she...

1: New York Minute
Choices.
We make them everyday, all day. Most of the time, the ones we do make are small and insignificant to our lives: what we wear, what we eat, which way we go to work, and the things we duka for. All are mundane and we hardly think twice when we make them.
With age, the amount of choices we make and the consequences of them are zaidi severe than mommy and daddy grounding us: whether au not to take that hit from the joint, whether au not to drive nyumbani after one too many beers, whether au not to cheat on a test au a significant other, whether au not to race the guy in the...

Painful Memories
Chapter One

Rosalie POV

I was sitting at my vanity. I started brushing my long golden waves. I was preparing myself. I knew Edward would be nyumbani soon. Charlie had Edward leave every night at a certain time. Of course Edward would just go back once Charlie was asleep. He chose to go to Bella’s house every night. When he came nyumbani it was always Bella this and Bella that. It got to the point that every sentence he ever alisema anymore had something to do with her.

What is so great about her? She’s nothing but a fragile little human. Anyway I knew I only had a short time for my...

1. Whenever wewe get a papercut, and it's bleeding, wave your hand around in Carlisle's face saying, "you know wewe waaaaaaant some."

2. Sneak into Edward's room and redecorate it, including rearranging his CDs

3. Provoke the Volturi and blame it on Jasper

4. Randomly yell "GODDAMMIT!" and whenever one of them asks what happened, say "nooothhinngg' >> with shifty eyes.

5. Give Emmett a teddy kubeba for his birthday

6. Invite Jacob Black over....

7....including Quil and Embry

8. Put some fake fangs in your mouth and put ketchup on them (for the blood) and run around going "Rawr Ima vampire! Rawr!...

1) It takes Rosalie a long time to figure out what she wants to make of herself, once she has ceased to be the daughter, socialite, fiancée; perhaps that is why fate has aliyopewa her an eternity to come to terms with her conflicting desires. In that regard, she remains very human, even when her moyo stops beating and lies still inside her chest and her youthful blushes fade forever from her cheeks. She is fickle, petulant, wanting what she cannot have, what always will be just beyond her grasp. She’s had her chance at life, and the thought stings: what did she do that actually mattered, to...

3: Cry Little Sister

Rosalie and Alice had finished hunting and were slowly walking through the forest, a good 100, 150 miles from home. Alice turned her head to the darkening sky and tilted it carefully, listening almost. “It’s going to rain soon” she said, looking at Rosalie.
“What a surprise” she muttered, keeping her eyes forward. Alice sighed and Rosalie untied and retied her long blonde hair for what had to be the millionth time that day. “Ready?” she asked Alice, stopping and getting ready to run. She nodded and just before they were to take off, they heard a long high...