Carnival-ride-luver

 "I really don't want to do this, Bella," Edward's voice was icy and parted in a thin line, like walking on a slick lake.   "You made a deal, remember? If I married you, you'd change me instead of Carlisle," my voice had a tinge like a child whining.   Edward stared at me with a crooked smile, one I couldn't bear look away from. His topaz eyes linked with a tone of the sharpest ebony locked onto mine.   I realized I was holding my breath, how unsuprising.   "Bella -"   I put my finger to his lips, interuptting. "Edward, you aren't the kind of person to break promises..."   He put his hand to mine, pulling it away so he could spe

|Speak Softly| Chapter  T h r e e I NEVER KNEW THAT LIFE COULD COME AT YOU THIS FAST. The moment was indearing. Almost like I was half-alive. My other soul experiancing the vain of death. But yet I felt healed. The door snapped under the pressure of the General's fist pounding on the door like his palm was a hammer. He barged inside the room with a force much too small for his brawny frame. His muscles were over-sized, his head held high in authority, a crooked smile planted on his face. The General's hand were buldged into fat fists, ready to take a swing, as he showed his pointed fangs with a low, rumbling chuckle. He sought out Le

|Speak Softly| Chapter  T w o IT ALL HAPPENED TOO QUICKLY. From then on I knew things were going to change. Evolve. No matter how much I wished they wouldn’t. It’s shadow was heavy against the crackled pavement, his voice menacing but soft in a lullaby-tone. He praised her bravery. “Don’t be too shy,” he mused, “come here, now. Come on.” Emmie stared at him, wide-eyed, as he drew closer. His dark leather cloak was stained with a sickening odor, salty. His eyes a gleaming thirsty scarlet, dimming it’s black-yellow tinge. The strange being stalked closer to her, holding out his gloved hand. 

|Speak Softly| Chapter  O n e IT WAS AN OBLIVOUSLY moment. To the point of impossiblities. But it was happening. Right in front of me. “You must think I’m crazy, Adrian, because I am not going to give in that easily.” A white-skinned, perfect-faced boy mocked her with an overly hanging chuckle. His prickly blonde hair brushed across his face as his pale cheeks burned a flushed pink in a loud laugh. “It’s not funny, Adrian.” He finally blew back a few gasps of fresh air before returning to his fake-serious-glare. “Leah, why do you take things so seriously?” “Because I apparently” &#