Dear Jacob, I Win. Sincerely, Edward

And Then We Continued Blissfully Into This Small But Perfect Piece Of Our Forever.

Did You Seriously Just Stamp Your Foot? I Thought Girls Only Did That On Tv.

Like All Bullies, They’re Cowards Underneath The Swagger

I'm Trying To Keep"― He Huffed, Shifting His Weight As The Treetop Bounced Him―"my Promise!" I Blinked My Wet Blurry Eyes, Suddenly Sure That I Was Dreaming. "when Did You Ever Promise To Kill Yourself Falling Out Of Charlie's Tree?

Body Armor. Four Thousand Pounds Of Body Armor. And Missile-proof Glass? Nice. What Had Happened To Good Old-fashioned Bulletproof?