Eclipse (Twilight, #3)

by Stephenie Meyer

“I wish Sam had taken a picture when he found you that night last September. It would be exhibit A.” “Nobody’s on trial.” “Maybe somebody should be.”

And you deserve preison but

his right hand. “Bella,” he whispered. “Do you have any idea how close I came to crossing the line today? To breaking the treaty and coming after you? Do you know what that would have meant?” I gasped and his eyes opened. They were as cold and hard as night. “You can’t!” I said too loudly.

I wish bella was braver

“Stupid bloodsucker,” he finally muttered. “I thought he was leaving. Can’t you have a life when he’s gone? Or does he lock you in a coffin?”

Liiiiteralyyyyyy

Porsches as bribes and king-sized beds in houses where nobody slept—it was beyond irritating. I flipped off the lights and curled up on the sofa, wondering if I was too annoyed to sleep.

Lmaoo

“Is he your warden, now, too? You know, I saw this story on the news last week about controlling, abusive teenage relationships and—”

Ok literally for real

I knew exactly what I wanted, but I was suddenly terrified of getting it.

“You’ve never tried,” he disagreed. “When he left, you spent all your energy holding on to him. You could be happy if you let go. You could be happy with me.”

“You’re engaged,” he finished. “Ew! Please don’t say that out loud.”

Real lmao

“You don’t have the faintest idea how much I wish I could do what you’re doing for her, mongrel.”

I might dnf just for this

I had to get over this irrational feeling that Jacob belonged in my life. He couldn’t belong with me, could not be my Jacob, when I belonged to someone else.

“I think it’s too late for that, Jake. How can we be friends, when we love each other like this?”

without it. “He’s like a drug for you, Bella.” His voice was still gentle, not at all critical. “I see that you can’t live without him now. It’s too late. But I would have been healthier for you. Not a drug; I would have been the air, the sun.”

My god lol

But, though the night dragged relentlessly, it was not the worst night of my life. I took comfort from that. And I was not alone. There was a great deal of comfort in that, too.

I made a face as I pulled my arm through the retarded sling and grabbed my crutches.