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- Five Things Everyone Should Know About You?
- Hi everybody i'm sophy i'm 19-20 years old im a graphic designer and i'm a huge fun of twilight sega i mean an enormus one!!
- When Did You First Read Twilight (year) and how many times have you read a Twilight Book (total)?
- I read them because of the movie..i learn that there were books after i saw the movie but i finist the 4 books in 1 week and a half so i think u get the point!
- Team Edward or Team Jacob? Why?
- EDWART!!!!!!!he is sooo...can i have someone so protective and erotic like him????pfff i guess onlu in mu dreams..that's wht i don't like reality...gee can i meet a vimpire a tru one plz and then if it is to die well i don't bother it will be unique momont so EDWART can u hear me???gues not!
- Which Character Are You Most Like?
- well i think no one but i would kill to be bella and then to fell in love wth edwart!
- Favorite Books
- hmmmmm i loved all of them but i have to say that the 4th one (Breakin Down)meade me cryied a lot!
- What is Your Favorite Music
- hmmm rock and gothic but i also love the music that conteins piano or violin or both of them!!!
- Favorite Movies, TV Shows, Games:
- Well Twilight offcure,Coizora,Notebook,The ring(1)
Friends,One tree hill
Final Fantasy
- Favorite Activities
- Hung out wth my friends espesialy in home
He shook his head slowly, but it didn't feel like a denial as his face, his lips,
moved back and forth across my throat. It felt more like surrender. My heart, racing already,
spluttered frantically.
Again, I took what advantage I could. When his face turned toward mine with the slow
movement of his indecision, I twisted quickly in his arms till my lips reached his. His hands
seized my face, and I thought he was going to push me away again.
I was wrong.
His mouth was not gentle; there was a brand-new edge of conflict and desperation in the
way his lips moved. I locked my arms around his neck, and, to my suddenly overheated skin,
his body felt colder than ever. I trembled, but it was not from the chill.
He didn't stop kissing me. I was the one who had to break away, gasping for air. Even then
his lips did not leave my skin, they just moved to my throat. The thrill of victory was a
strange high; it made me feel powerful. Brave. My hands weren't unsteady now; I got
through with the buttons on his shirt this time easily, and my fingers traced the perfect planes
of his icy chest. He was too beautiful. What was the word he'd used just now? Unbearable -
that was it. His beauty was too much to bear. . . .
I pulled his mouth back to mine, and he seemed just as eager as I was. One of his hands still
cupped my face, his other arm was tight around my waist, straining me closer to him. It made
it slightly more difficult as I tried to reach the front of my shirt, but not impossible.
Cold iron fetters locked around my wrists, and pulled my hands above my head, which was
suddenly on a pillow.
moved back and forth across my throat. It felt more like surrender. My heart, racing already,
spluttered frantically.
Again, I took what advantage I could. When his face turned toward mine with the slow
movement of his indecision, I twisted quickly in his arms till my lips reached his. His hands
seized my face, and I thought he was going to push me away again.
I was wrong.
His mouth was not gentle; there was a brand-new edge of conflict and desperation in the
way his lips moved. I locked my arms around his neck, and, to my suddenly overheated skin,
his body felt colder than ever. I trembled, but it was not from the chill.
He didn't stop kissing me. I was the one who had to break away, gasping for air. Even then
his lips did not leave my skin, they just moved to my throat. The thrill of victory was a
strange high; it made me feel powerful. Brave. My hands weren't unsteady now; I got
through with the buttons on his shirt this time easily, and my fingers traced the perfect planes
of his icy chest. He was too beautiful. What was the word he'd used just now? Unbearable -
that was it. His beauty was too much to bear. . . .
I pulled his mouth back to mine, and he seemed just as eager as I was. One of his hands still
cupped my face, his other arm was tight around my waist, straining me closer to him. It made
it slightly more difficult as I tried to reach the front of my shirt, but not impossible.
Cold iron fetters locked around my wrists, and pulled my hands above my head, which was
suddenly on a pillow.
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- At 5:54am on July 15, 2010,
Adriana_ *** said… - hi...wanna join to my group??
einai:
[greek twilightaholics]
http://www.thetwilightsaga.com/profile/renesmeecullen292?xg_source=profiles_memberList
- At 1:24pm on July 30, 2009,
maribel lopez said… - hey thanks for the request!
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