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Broken Heart Chap. 4BPOV:
God, I hope it's not some creep It was about two hours before my dinner date. I hadn't had the time to check who it was yet. I had been too busy to really care.
I slid my dress on and marveled at it in the mirror once again. De'Roun, (A/n: day-ROON) you've done it again. De'Roun was my personal designer, and he handled everything I needed. All though he might have gone a little overboard today
My dress was a beautiful soft pink silk. When I first saw it, though, I thought it had been a bikini top and a skirt. After he showed me what it actually looked like, I fell in love with it. It was nearly backless, save for one stra
Broken Heart Chap. 3EPOV:
"Would you please stop shaking your leg! You are shaking the car!" Alice yelled at me. Note to self: leg shaking and overly excited Alice are a bad combination.
"Sorry Alice." I said quickly. "I'm just anxious. What if she hates me?" I was starting to panic again. We had been going over this all week, but no one could convince me that she wouldn't want to rip my throat out. Alice certainly wasn't helping.
"Well, if she does, it's your own fault. You're the one who said you didn't love her."
I growled. "I didn't say I didn't love her, I said I didn't want her to come with me, there is a distinct difference."
She sniffed. "None that
Broken Heart Chap. 2EPOV:
I'm a bastard. An idiotic, stupid, good-for-nothing bastard. That was the only thought in my mind for the past hundred years.
I fiddled with the ring that was on my third finger of my right hand. I had planned to propose to my love on her birthday, but after what happened, there was no chance. I had thought that she would be disgusted with me for asking after such a horrible event.
How could I have been so thick skulled to not realize that I would die without Bella? Just thinking her name sent a jolt of pain though me, twisting in my stomach like the edge of a serrated knife
"Why me? Why did I have to leave?" I muttered to myself, n
Broken Heart Chap. 1BPOV:
It had been six months. Six, heartbreaking, gut-wrenching months, since he had left. I stood at the edge of the cliff, staring into the water. This was my escape, my relief. I lifted my foot, readying to jump, when it hit me.
A pale white blur smashed into me from the side, knocking me to the ground about fifty feet from where I had just been. Terrified, I tried to get up and run, but I was being held to the ground. I looked up and saw the golden eyes, the perfect features, and the deadly pale skin.
"I know you're scared. I'm not going to hurt you. I just felt that you would need help. Now, if I let you up, are you going to
Hope Can Mend A Broken HeartPreface
I stared at the man across the table. It had been a hundred years, but he hadn't changed at all. His eyes were tortured and sad, but it looked like he was wildly happy about something too.
I scrambled back and fell off my chair. Getting up as fast as I could, I back up against the wall, shaking. He stood up and came around the table. "Stay away. Don't come near me." I said, my voice shaking. "Bella, please. Just talk to me." He took a hesitant step forward. "No! Michiya!" My blonde friend darted in the room. "What? What's wrong?" she put a hand on my cheek. "It's It's him. Edward." I couldn't look away from him, from
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