edward-cullen

She could never understand why creatures of darkness had the slightest interest in spineless human girls.

Why am I covered in feathers?" I asked, confused. He exhaled impatiently. "I bit a pillow. Or two...

You seem more...optimistic than usual," I observed. "I haven't seen you like this before.""Isn't it supposed to be like this?" He smiled. "The glory of first love, and all that. It's incredible, isn't it, the difference between reading about something, seeing it in pictures, and experiencing it?

No measure of time with you will be long enough, but we'll start with forever.

I wanted the monster back and that was plainly wrong.

You know, Jacob, if it weren__ for the fact that we__e natural enemies and that you__e also trying to steal away the reason for my existence, I might actually like you.

You are my life now.

Don't be self-conscious, if I could dream at all, it would be about you. And I'm not ashamed of it.

It makes me . . . anxious . . . to be away from you.

The insane rush of endorphins that flooded my system the moment my phone vibrated and her name popped up on screen was worrying. I'd never been addicted to anything before, but I thought maybe this is what it felt like to be a junkie in desperate need of a hit. "Edward Cullen, you poor, miserable bastard," I said as I locked my phone screen and stared at the ceiling. "I should not have judged you so harshly.

I was a vampire, and she had the sweetest blood I__ smelled in eighty years.

You really should stay away from me.

There was no reason for Bella Swan to cross paths with me. She would be avoided like the plague she was.

If this were real life,Ed would have looked at her neck-bite, dead, burp, credits.