Breaking Dawn The Movie Part 1 Novels & Stories

And the shattered crystal. When morning came, I opened my eyes, my gaze steady and resolved. It was time to end this.

Frances found herself falling into the same holographic whorl she saw last night, and like a leap-fall, she was jolted out of bed. She got up and looked to her right. The watch laid there, no hologram nor any sound emanated from it. The time was 6:30 am, and she was expected at work by 8:00 am. It was at that moment she understood the whole process of getting her early to work. Though she was grateful to the boy for gifting her the watch, she felt the jolt was a bit too startling.

Sleep found me rather quickly tonight in Micheal's arms. When I opened my eyes again, the sun's rays were peaking through the blinds, a hazy blue illuminating the room. The sun was just rising, my heart began to speed as I remembered what today had in store for us. The feeling I had deep in my stomach seems to have grown too. It's making me more nervous than I need to be feeling right now. I lifted myself off the bed, Micheal's lips finding my shoulder, as he woke up behind me. "Good morning, beautiful." He whispered into my ear, sending goosebumps down my back.

The droning music seemed to grow louder and I felt dizzy. Emily (or whoever she was), leaned close to me, her button nose touching my ear as she whispered. 'You can close your eyes if you want, but it won't really matter.' The spiral on the screen slowly faded out. I don't remember everything I saw next, but I remember it was a mix of things. There was the kind of stuff you'd expect—slaughterhouse footage, images of war and Nazis marching, stuff like that, but there were also brighter images. I remember pretty clearly that there was a blonde woman at one point, her clothing, hair and the black and white footage made me think it was from the sixties. She was singing silently on a stage, and w

Third POV Early the next morning, Regina woke up feeling a soft kiss on her lips. Her eyes snapped open and the first thing she saw was Daniel's face above hers. “Good morning, sleepy beauty,” he whispered. His hair was already styled back, and he was already dressed in a business attire. “What time is it?” She asked, slowly blinking her eyes.

He has to come out eventually. When the door finally swings open at 4:47 PM, I see him immediately. Adrian emerges with his gym bag slung over his shoulder, dark hair still damp with sweat, eyes focused on his phone screen. He looks tired. Worn down. But still beautiful in that way that makes my chest ache. "Adrian," I called out, standing up from the concrete bench.