My brief hour with her passed all too quickly, as I vacillated between the rock and the hard place. But we'd certainly be interested another time. Each movement caught in my peripheral vision was a maddening mystery. Jacob again laughed at this image. The feeling I felt now was loosely similar to how it felt when Carlisle or Esme praised me beyond what I deserved. I remembered her first day in biology.
To keep up the charade. She saw what Bella was planning in her head and the only way she saw this plan was if it was a possibility. She was moving with deliberation, unwilling. . I gave them what privacy I could. Plus, you get the added bonus of being in everyone else's head and get to see their true selves.
What an odd thing to feel. I felt like I knew my Edward even better, and I was sure his dialogue would be more insightful in future novels. Jasper was not much happier. You should have seen the waitress flirting with him - it was over the top. They melted into woods, out of sight before I could turn the car around. Her delicate fingers, her fragile wrist.
An unedited partial draft was illegally leaked onto the internet in 2008; consequently, author Stephenie Meyer put the project on indefinite hold. But, all afternoon, I was gritting my teeth against the urge that had me yearning ditch, too-in order to go find the girl again. Emmett was still hoping for a fight. I will repeat: I was entertained. Come on little girl, come out to play. Fat lot of good it will do her, Jessica went on. He dropped his eyes from the girl, cutting off my view of her face in his thoughts.
Bella was again annoyed at having to read this out loud, and for the blush that came to her face. But humans rarely walked too close. I knew that there were others in the vicinity and in a moment of happiness I forgot the dangers that could befall a human, especially one that smelled as tempting as she did. Again, Bella's voice turned a little angry and Jacob had to laugh at that. Who would have ever dreamed that such a generic, boring mortal could be so infuriating? We should hurry, her thoughts were strained as the many smoky and shadowy figures shifted and disappeared with each decision that was being made. The mystery of her thoughts was forgotten.
But, if it was not-if Tyler's invitation was the one she'd been hoping for-then I wanted to know that, too. I saw her on her father's arm again, dressed in gauzy white, her face flushed with happiness as she moved to the sound of Wagner's march. We do get a little more information on the Cullens, but any character development Rosalie especially that may have happened in the first four books is forgotten in Midnight Sun. P I wasn't sure I wanted to read this after finding out about the leak. If Rosalie's mind was a shallow pool, then Emmett's was a lake with no shadows, glass clear.
No, I could not leave her, but maybe she would be smart enough to leave me, before it was too late. I was so creeped out. Euphoria splashed through my hectic nerves - calming them, though the electricity reminded me that I was doing this for her, that I would die for her - to protect her. She searched ahead, into the immediate future, skimming through visions of monotony for the source behind my frown. I tried not to listen if I could help it.
What had been for one purpose before was now for another. I leaned slightly closer, and held my eyes a little wider. I tried not to listen if I could help it. A second was all it took for the sudden gust of wind through the open door to crash into me. My eyes would glow red as a devil's; all likeness would be lost forever. Meyer's writing improved steadily over the course of the series and I almost wonder if it wouldn't have been better for her to wait until she could have Edward tell the story instead of Bella. I couldn't allow my life to collide with hers, to destroy it.