Breaking Dawn Part 3 Novels & Stories

The lounge lights smeared together, and suddenly lifting my arm felt like dragging iron through water. I staggered back, landing heavily on the couch. My eyelids grew heavy and darkness crept in from the edges. Elena’s face was the last thing I saw. That faint smile. Satisfied. Cruel. “You bitch,” I muttered, forcing the words out with everything I had left. Then the world went dark. Pitch black. **** Elena’s POV It had taken patience. Precision. And a very small push in the right place. Overall, it was a pretty easy task. The bartender had never stood a chance.

" Given his state, the police realized they couldn't get any useful answers out of him for now. As for the child abuse case, there was no surveillance at the time. And since Stella hadn't regained consciousness yet, the Lornes were released—for the moment. Finally back home in a daze, Andrew collapsed, coughing up blood as his knees gave way. "Mom, Tiana…" he wheezed, tears streaming down his face. "Tell me that skeleton isn't Jovana. There's no way she's dead." Hearing this, Tiana felt a twinge of guilt and took a few steps back. But Dorothy remained indifferent. "The police already confirmed it, didn't they? That bitch is really dead. "So what if she is? I'll just find you another wife. Yo

Just as he started eating, his phone buzzed with a notification. He put down his utensils and picked up the phone. Celeste quietly savored the breakfast. Finishing most of her food, she left the dining room and placed the book Trevor had left on the coffee table back into her bag. Once Jordyn was done with her breakfast, Celeste left with her without saying anything to Trevor.

"You can't hide in this room forever. Put on that high-waisted bikini and the denim shorts. Show them you're fine." ​I ended up at the party around three pm. The backyard was packed with people, the smell of grill smoke and beer filling the air. ​I spotted them immediately. Maverick was in the middle of the pool, laughing as Riley sat on his shoulders for a chicken fight. They looked like the perfect couple. Riley was screaming with laughter, her arms wrapped around Maverick’s head as they knocked another girl into the water. ​"Caroline! Finally!" Mason shouted, waving me over.

I really liked this kid. Our third simulation was the best. We got in the camp all together at the same time. We took care of the guards outside and up top before entering. We were doing great till Shawn hit something he wasn't supposed to and broke the dang simulation. We ended then. Astrid gave her pep talk for tomorrow and sent everyone on their way. I grabbed her hand and interlinked my fingers with hers. I walked her to the house like that. She kept looking down at our hands and slightly smiling, a small blush working its way through her cheeks.

"Give me a week. One more week, just…" "You asked for thirty days," I said gently. "I gave you thirty days. I kept every promise I made on day one." I paused. "You kept yours too. Eventually." I said it without any sharpness, because there wasn't any left. I'd moved through the anger and the grief and come out somewhere quieter and clearer on the other side. "That matters, Ethan. I want you to know it mattered." He crossed the room. Stood in front of me close enough that I could see the specific way he was holding himself together, jaw tight, eyes too bright, the effort of a man who has decided he will not fall apart in front of someone who has already decided to go.

I complete the look with my only pair of white sneakers, black leather jacket, and an old black sling bag. The doorbell rings immediately I apply gloss on my lips. I glance at myself one last time in the mirror before rushing to the door. I exhale, opening the door. My eyes land on his familiar handsome face. I watch the edges of his lips curl into a warm smile, and he mutters in his deep voice, 'Now, this is the part I tell you just how beautiful you look tonight.'

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR: DRIVE DORIAN'S POV Max walked in on Anora and I. It's not like we were doing anything wrong, it's not like anything suspicious was going on, we were just talking although it doesn't seem that way. The slight show of Anora's shoulder, the way her dress was tilted to the side, exposing parts of her back, the way her hair was pushed to the side of her neck, the look on her face, everything just painted the wrong picture.

However, if he thought this could still threaten me now, he was wrong. Looking at the stubborn, almost smug expression on his face, I replied calmly, “It doesn’t matter. You have more than one mom anyway.” Spencer froze at my reply. He opened his mouth, a little flustered, and his eyes shimmered, as though tears were about to fall. Suddenly, he exploded. He yanked off the chain hanging around his neck and threw it straight into the ocean, bursting into tears. “I don’t want you anymore! You’re an evil woman!”

I know what’s going on in her mind, and for some reason, I didn’t want to deny it. "But, there’s a dalaketnon below chasing Lethe," I explained. "Oh. You mean the one imitating you? Yeah, I’ve dealt with them already. With the help of your clones actually. It was like a parade of Rosses out there. I’m just glad to see the original’s fine," assured Cass. The sun was already rising. I could finally take a break from de-souling; I was exhausted. Ms. Reina, Cass, Lethe, and I climbed off the tree branch with the help of Lethe’s hair, and we headed toward the others’ direction.