Question: Is my story any good????? Please read?
kay i know it's long, but i want 2 know if its good. Please read and review. if good, will post more.... its post breaking dawn from nessies pov. SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOLIERS!!
Chapter One
My story and More
Kay, this is like a post breaking dawn book from nessie’s pov. SPOILERS SPOILERS DON’T READ UNTIL U HAVE READ BREAKING DAWN!!!!!!!! Read and review, no bashing, critiscm is fine
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Twilight character, Stephanie Meyer does, but I wish it was me!!!!!
As I stared into the wall high mirror, I could hardly believe what I saw; A sixteen-year-old, eight-year-old; brunette ringlets down to her waist; clear brown eyes that mirrored her grandfather’s; a beautiful 1/2 human, 1/2 vampire child. I blinked in surprise as I realized it was me, Renesmee Carlie Cullen, soon to be Renesmee Carlie Black. Today was the day that I would officially become Jacob Black’s wife.
From the time I was born, he knew we would be together-forever. I can’t say my mom was too crazy about the idea at first, with being a werewolf and all. People were worried the first time I bit Jake, but I’m not venomous. Neither are the other two female hybrids I know. But the male hybrid, Nahuel, is. He saved me from the Volturi many years ago. The Volturi, a very powerful group of vampire, thought that my mother, Bella, and my father, Edward, had created an immortal child, which is “illegal.” But Mom gave birth to me before she changed, giving me my brown hair, brown eyes, heart, and blood running through my veins. But my dad gave me my vampire traits, such as my strong, pale skin, and my gift, showing people my thoughts. What’s really cool is that my dad could read my mind before I was born, letting Mom know what I really wanted so I wouldn’t hurt her anymore (I still feel really bad about that). When I was finally born, my aunts, Rosalie and Alice, along with Jacob and Grandma Esme, took very good care of me. Grandpa Carlisle measured me every day, and Grandpa Charlie and his second wife, Sue Clearwater, would come to see me, giving me experience interacting with humans. I wasn’t allowed to bite them, like I bit Jacob. They don’t heal like he does.
No one really knows when Jacob “imprinted” on me, but as Mom was holding me for the first time since she changed, it really became noticeable. She got upset, but ended up hurting Seth instead. Then, as Jacob and I were playing out hunting game, a vampire from the Denali family, Irina, came and saw me. She couldn’t hear my heart or smell my blood, so she assumed the worst. She told the Volturi, and they were set on killing me and my family. But my family gathered enough vampires, who would believe my story, to come and witness for me. Some of them helped Mom enhance her gift: shielding, so she could protect all of us from Jane and Alec, two of the most powerful vampires of the Volturi. We ended up winning, thanks to Alice, who brought Nahuel. He vouched for me, and made everyone’s day when he said that I would never die, at least not naturally, anyway. When it was all over and done with, he began to get a “little” sweet on me. But my heart is forever Jacob’s… Ah, Jacob, my Jacob…
“Renesmee? You okay, sweetie?” I jumped around, tripping on my long train. It was just my mother. I must have fell asleep standing up. Well, now I’m awake. This eighteen-year-old looking woman standing in front of me could hardly be anything I could stir up in my mind. She was so beautiful with her golden eyes, brown, wavy hair, and perfect body and the elegance to match.
“Hi, Mom. I’m fine. Just thinking about that time.” Mom put her hand on my shoulder and sighed.
“Honey. Nessie. You can’t trouble yourself with those memories today of all days. You’re getting married, for crying out loud! I love you more than my own life, and I want you to be happy, Ness,” Mom said, stroking my face, her neck tightening. I know my blood caused her pain, but she would never cause me pain, for sure.
“I know, Mom. But it’s so hard to forget.” I explained, placing my palm on her neck, showing her how happy we all had been as the Volturi retreated, defeated.
“Ness! I thought you were going to stop showing me that memory!! If Aro was able to read my thoughts, I would be dead for thinking of that thought so much!” I mouthed, “sorry” to her while adjusting my dress. It was her’s from her wedding, but a little few things were changed. Like there were Quileute-tribe inspired designs in the lace (Jacob’s request), and it was now a pale blue rather than the standard white. It flowed over me like a waterfall and yet hugged my subtle curves. It flared out around my feet, leading into a long train. I self-consciously slipped my shoes off and laid them outside the room on the pier tower. The wedding would be taking place on the La Push beach, a very special place to Jacob. Speaking of, the sun would be setting soon, so I would be a Black in about 4
Relation Questions:
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If you want to be an author, write your own story.
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this sounds just like stephanie meyer!! i would love to read more!! keep it up