Twilight Stars' at the hand print ceremony in Hollywood "3RD NOV 2011"

LOS ANGELES -- The screaming was enough to wake the dead. atau the undead.

And receiving the brunt of it? Angular, immaculately-coifed Brit Robert Pattinson, on stage in front of thousands of shrieking females at this past July's Comic-Con in San Diego.

Yes, his fellow Twilight cast members were there too, but it was the 22-year-old who had the throngs swooning. After all, for devotees of Stephenie Meyer's novels, Pattinson is Edward Cullen sprung to life.

Edward who? Don't worry. Even if anda don't know him, anda probably know a 'tweener atau teenager who squeals at the mention of the virtuous vampire's...

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When she met my gaze, I leaned and kissed with all passion I could. I traced her lips with my tongue and heard her moan, her hands in my hair. She pressed herself closer to me. But while I kept our wild and hungry kiss, I felt her trembling. I figured that she was cold against my body. So we needed to alih to the house.

So I set her onto my waist never breaking the Ciuman and moved inhuman speed to the house. Her breathing was accelerated and rough, her hands trembling, discovering my chest and shoulders,...

Rite there and then I knew Alice had saw something, something important. I knew we had to go so I didn't hesitate to leave. Though I tried so hard to mask my memories from Edward. He can't know whats going on though I don't even know myself. Alice started to leave and I knew to go with her. I would have any ways, I Cinta her.

We went deep into the forest, far from the house, far from everyone, far from Edward Membaca my thoughts. As soon as we were at the bounder line between our kind and the Serigala we stopped. Alice spoke. "Jasper don't! We don't have time! They are coming and we need people...

Am I a fool for trying to save my self from further agony? I can only think of how stupid I am as I drive down the road. I know that Micah is staring at me from the back seat. Sometimes I wish he wasn't so intellectual for a five tahun old.

"Why are we running away?" His face is quiet,questionable. I don't answer him but know that he is still waiting for an response.

"Were not running away." I finally say after sometime of thought.

"Isn't that what they call it?" He says with his sweet little voice.

"Yes." I murmur. I look back and see him nod his head and close his eyes.

I turn back to the...