Christie Burke As Renesmee Novels & Stories

As she bounces off forgetting her troubles, I look at Jessica. “What have you been up to Jessica?” I ask. I know somehow, she’s involved in this, I just don’t know how she could be. Amelie is a child and I have no idea what someone does with a child to make them behave the way that Amelie is behaving. “I don’t know what you mean Colby. Amelie came to me scared about Kate coming to visit so I wanted to assure her Kate was a good person,” she says.

She would not let him grow up to treat a woman like this. Once Renee got Christian calmed down, she put him in the playpen so she could try to take a shower. The hot water stung the bites on her body. She was tired of crying. She bit her lip until she tasted blood, trying to hold back the tears. She scrubbed her body, trying to get rid of the feel of Jesse’s touch, but it was useless. She got out and dried off.

The curious, hungry group of people did obey his commands. Slowly but surely, Prince Dwight's silhouette was showing up. Gasps escaped from the dry mouths of the villagers as soon as their eyes met with those of Renesmee's startling blue eyes, which sparkled as she looked at everyone with enthusiasm. Murmurs of admiration rose amidst the people present as they watched Renesmee's figure blush and gleam brightly like diamonds stuffed together in a naked box. Her white, lustrous hair was mysteriously floating in the air.

My Lycan purrs when I smell the familiar scent of Fresh water and Forest floor scent of my most loyal bodyguard, Hectar. I don't know why she always does that, and she never tells me. My Lycan, Renesemee, is an old and powerful one with a strong and unformidable spirit. Ofcourse, as the only living heir of the Vacrelie bloodline. And she is not one to fancy others.

It's a fine day and Renesmee decided to stop by a bookstore to buy her favorite collections of book series from her valued author. After her class, she directly went out of the campus and headed her way to the Cassinfield Bookstore which is well-known as CBS. Her school is not far away from the place, since the South Castrill Bridge isn't distant at all. Valliree Morgan, the team leader of their group project who was also a member of a cheerleading team—was anyhow looking for her existence and Renesmee Fuentes made sure that the young lady wouldn't be bothering her.

At first, we were just confiding friends, but we've been friends ever since. Renesmee is not a gentle person. The blood of the British nobility runs through her body. The strict rules of a noble family have molded her into a tough woman. She fled to America to pursue her dreams, study law, and succeed as a lawyer. “Someday, one of us might get married. I hope you won't forget me,” Renesmee said as she lay down beside me. I stared out the window, following the flight of butterflies that reminded me of the tattoo on my chest. “I can't promise, but I will definitely not forget you. I'm not the kind of person who forgets kindness easily.”

Everyone was standing around Steven who was groaning in pain, counting his last time. His mother Brianna was constantly crying beside him. She wanted to kill Renesmee for not stopping him from doing this to him. But her hands were tied. As of now, Renesmee was the Queen Luna of the werewolves clan. If she even glared at her King would gouge her eyes out of their socket. So she just cursed her in her mind.

He said plainly, still looking at the sleeping child. Rebecca looked at her daughter and saw that she was sleeping. She gently placed her on the bed. She put back her breast in her bra and adjusted the sleeve of her dress. She stood up. She had accidentally undone the lacing of her corset completely without knowing when she wanted to feed Catherine. "Oh, no!" She mumbled, with her hands behind her. Duke Williams heard her, even though she spoke softly. He observed the look she had and had a hunch something was wrong.

Again, nothing specifically linking to Annie, just broad strokes of similarities between the two of them and the rest of the world. Perhaps the least surprising yet most disappointing finding Johhny delivered was that Renee is indeed wolfless, the biggest indicator that Annie is not Renee and yet, I can’t seem to accept that as an answer. Maybe I should hire Johnny to look into Debbie. While she shows no wolf traits, there has to be an explanation for this need I have to protect her, more so than I do with Nilo. I pull my eyes off Renee, needing to clear my head. I can’t do that. This woman has a right to privacy. That child for damn sure does.