Breaking Dawn Pt 3 Novels & Stories

" I heard his voice far away. He was back, and he was looking for me. He sounded desperate and stressed, but I was broke, so instead of making my whereabouts known, I chose to cuddle in the blankets and hide. Yes, I know, not my best moment. Minutes later, the room's locked door opened, and his heavy steps walked into my fortress of solitude. "There you are..." He sighed, and I felt the bed dip under his weight. I trembled and sobbed silently under the blanket. "Little Flower... we need to talk," he said, and I held my breath. This was not a good sign. Don't all breakups start with that horrible phrase? 1260/5000

Phoebe looked in the direction of the sewing machine but her eyes were no longer light, maybe Phoebe wasn't looking forward to living and leaving. “Look, Louis. Congratulations on finding the key location. However, our game continues. Phoebe Edward has been held here for three days and now our game has officially begun, do you think if this beautiful girl has to starve and look thirsty to wait for you to come save her? he will die. I look forward to your answer. Louis, oppression lies within you: violets lie on the sand dunes, sunflowers lie in a sea of ​​fire, the farewell of the wind and the revenge of the water."

Third person's POV In an unrelated world, The forbidden book shines bright as the prophecy is being unleashed. "I think we've finally found our Savior....." _________________________________________________________________________________________________

My gaze drifted towards the setting sun, a fiery promise of retribution. Just as the last rays of light dipped below the horizon, a soft knock resonated against the heavy door. My pulse quickened, a rush of adrenaline flooding my senses. The door creaked open slowly, revealing a figure bathed in the dying light. And as I saw who it was, my heart plummeted into an abyss of uncertainty. The figure at the doorway, considerably less fierce than Jason, was tall and quietly formidable. "Breakfast," he murmured, setting a tray on the table near me, making to leave right after.

The phone buzzes again. I grit my teeth, annoyed at the interruption. I’m already pissed, already on edge, and the last thing I need is another pointless message from him. I grab my phone, ready to tell him exactly what I think, to finally put an end to whatever game he’s trying to play. But the moment my eyes land on the words, my breath catches in my throat. “Darla crashed the party.” Everything around me fades. The room, the hum of my computer, the exhaustion pressing down on me—it all disappears in an instant.

-Oh Portia," Luna said and walked over to her. Portia squealed when Luna touched her finger to examine it. -How did you get it? -James asked. -I was cutting off a g.... -Cutting? Portia, you know better than to use knives. -James scolded her. Portia lowered her head. Luna took Portia to the kitchen and put a band-aid on it. Then she poured her some chocolate milk. She sat down in front of her while James was preparing something to eat. -It's 7:00 a.m. Why do you wake up at this hour, Portia? -I always do...I just stay in bed, this time I was hungry. -She smiled.

Taylor turned to me, his eyes barely hiding the aloofness and disdain. “Oh, save me the drama! Get up, Abby! Don’t embarrass yourself!” Taking my time, I propped myself up on my elbows. The blood on my forehead dripped onto the beige carpet, spreading out like a vivid blossom. I held up my device, showing them that the recording app was still running. After stopping the recording, I turned to the pale-looking couple and flashed my pearly whites. “Don’t bother taking the phone from me. Everything, including your admission to cheating and Ivy’s assault, has been uploaded to the cloud.

The first visible sign of barrier destabilization appeared three weeks after the Continental Gathering. A warrior named Derek was on border patrol when reality simply split open in front of him. Not a Void tear. Not a portal. Just a crack, like glass breaking, showing multiple versions of the same forest overlaid on top of each other. "It lasted maybe ten seconds," Derek reported, his voice shaking. "I could see three different forests at once. One looked normal. One was dead, all the trees grey and twisted. And one was so bright it hurt to look at it."

My heart does that stupid thing it always does when I see him…nothing much yunno, it just forgets how to beat properly. I start walking toward him. This is it. Tonight I'm going to tell him everything. That I've been in love with him for three years and I can't keep pretending we're just friends. That I want more. I'm halfway across the quad when I see Riley Parker. She's walking toward Maverick from the other direction with her long blonde hair. Her perfect body in a tiny dress. The same girl who broke Maverick's heart when she moved to California junior year. What is she doing here?

I finally responded to Josh, the last of the memories fading into the shadows of my mind. “About two miles into the woods from here,” he pointed to a map on a nearby screen. “One one of the fire trails. This van isn't going to make it.” “Then take us as close as you can,” I ordered, prepping a mountain bike for pursuit. "We need to..." I didn’t get to finish my sentence before Josh interrupted with a loud, “Oh shit!” “What?” “Ally just broke one of the drones. Now she’s running off the trail…” “Stop the van,” I bellow. “I’m getting out here.”