10/10/1910 - Robsten makan malam, majlis makan malam at a Japanese restaurant

THE IMPENDING STORM – TWILIGHT 5

1. LOOMING VISIONS

As morning dawned, I turned to look outside. It wasn’t sunny but definitely not rainy. We couldn’t hold the hope of going to the town to see Charlie today.

As I gazed outside, Bella came in front of me with Nessie in her hand. “Ready to go see our family?” I smiled. “We cannot be here without them, can we?” She smiled back too.

She looked dazzling when she smiled. A few rays of sunlight which managed to come through the clouds, made her skin sparkle. I touched her hand and felt its smooth texture. Then I took Nessie form her...

Chapter Eleven:
Lexy’s P.O.V:
“Woo…I thought it was one of those ‘Awkward-Silence-Scenes’!” She berkata and I started laughing.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP
My microwave sounded. I smiled hard and opened the microwave. The mentega was melted perfectly and the aroma smelled nice through my colorful family room. Renesmee looked at the green and blue bowl in my hands. I laughed, “Want some?” “Please?” I smiled and grabbed a plastic cup with Yogi menanggung, bear on it. I poured half of the mentega into Yogi then grabbed a Tweety Bird cup and poured the rest of the melted Trans fat into that cup. I handed...

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Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Seven
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[ELEVEN]
    I fell asleep in his arms, my leg over his waist, my head on his chest, my hand on his stomach. I had a dream about a woman, an old woman, sitting behind a meja, jadual that anda would see at a palm-reader's work shop, and her eyes glowed a misty blue color, and fog shot up out of no where, covering her body, her face. All I could see was her eyes.
    'Where am I?' I thought.
    "Why, anda are at my place. My haven." The woman said.
    "Who...