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I was just fuming. The last thing I needed was them doing this. It hurt so deeply that they didn't trust me. I was responsible. But they didn't see that.

"Rennesmee." My dad's voice came from the stairwell.

"Leave me alone!" I screamed. Couldn't they get the hint? I needed them to go away for a while. To just give me a break for like one second.

"We'll go shortly if that's what tu want." I didn't regret yelling at him. Which isn't the best quality, but I didn't give a damn at that moment.


~Later~

I woke up from the endless time of isolation, that I had so craved earlier. It was dark again...

While I was proofreading this chapter, it made me cry...lol. Enjoy! :]
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Gone for Good
“What are tu doing here, if tu don’t mind my asking?” Carlisle was not about to let him come close to Summer o Chloe without intense interrogation. “I had to come see whether tu have some beautiful girls of mine.” Summer’s head spun in circles; how come Manda hadn’t seen Aro coming? She hoped her friend was seguro from the Volturi. Chloe was the only one incredibly pleased to hear her father’s voice. She would have called out to him, but her...

Hi again everyone! I honestly like this chapter because it's one of the turning points in Cold Roses. I hope tu all enjoy it as much as I do! Thankies for lectura :D amor each of tu guys <333
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Unexpected Reunion
Summer drifted off to sleep eventually, the tears remaining in her eyes. She never wanted to hurt anyone, particularly not Jake. She woke up four hours later, unable to sleep much longer. She rolled to her other side and faced her already waking daughter. Chloe’s eyes were bright and shining at her mother, “Good morning, mommy!”...

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(ATTENTION: THE FOLLOWING PART OF THIS CHAPTER IS IN HAUS'S POINT OF VIEW, THANKS, AND tu MAY NOW CONTINUE READING)
    I didn't bite him, oh no, not my Jerek. I kissed his neck, and then his lips.
    "Get off of me!" He said, and spat más blood my way. This time, I licked it off of his lips. "Seriously! You're sick!"
    "I'm thirsty, get over it." I said, and sat close enough to him to where if he tried to make a run for it, I could sustain him....