Breaking Dawn Part 3 Novels & Stories

Eliana walked into the kitchen of The Hawthorne and found Nate making breakfast. “For me?” He smiled. “Who else?” She stared at the plate. Pancakes. Fruit. And coffee. “You made all this?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because I'm trying to win you over.” Eliana nearly choked on her coffee. “You're what?” He grinned. “You heard me.” Before she could respond, the door opened. Ilyas walked in carrying a small paper bag. He looked at the breakfast. Then at Nate. Then at Eliana.

Dawn broke over the forest like a wound opening across the sky. I watched it from where I had collapsed, my back against a moss covered stone, my body too exhausted to move and my heart too broken to care. The night had passed in fragments of tears and numbness, moments of raw agony followed by stretches of emptiness where I felt nothing at all.