No One Could Be Still Like Edward.

There Was No Way Jacob Would Voluntarily Miss An Afternoon With Renesmee Sans Bloodsuckers. -bella Cullen

I'm Not Dangerous At All I Never Hurt Grandpa Or Sue Or Billy. I Love Humans. And Wolf-people Like My Jacob."renesmee Dropped Edward's Hand To Reach Back And Pat Jacob's Arm.

Alice Was Scrutinizing My Boring Jeans-and-a-t-shirt Outfit In A Way That Made Me Self-conscious. Probably Plotting Another Makeover. I Sighed. My Indifferent Attitude To Fashion Was A Constant Thorn In Her Side. If I'd Allow It, She'd Love To Dress Me Everyday―perhaps Several Times A Day―like Some Oversized Three-dimensional Paper Doll.

Fire And Ice, Somehow Existing Together Without Destroying Each Other. More Proof That I Belonged With Him.

Our Relationship Couldn't Continue To Balance, As It Did, On The Point Of A Knife. We Would Fall Off One Edge Or The Other, Depending Entirely Upon His Decision, Or His Instincts. My Decision Was Made, Made Before I'd Ever Consciously Chosen, And I Was Committed To Seeing It Through. Because There Was Nothing More Terrifying To Me, More Excruciating, Than The Thought Of Turning Away From Him. It Was An Impossibility.