Author has written 8 stories for Twilight, and Mortal Instruments.
You may not believe this, but I live my own Twilight. I have just read the Twilight series this past November never having heard about it before. My name is Isabella Marie Stolter, though I do go by Bella. My husband's name is Edward Anthony Stolter. We met in the eleventh grade at a private high school. The minute I finished reading Twilight I handed it to my husband and asked if we knew a Stephenie Meyer because this book was our story, minus the vampires.
My husband and I were married the week after I turned eighteen while he was already nineteen. My husband also left me in the middle of our senior year because his father, a doctor, found a hospital on the other side of the country that was in need of doctor's within his specialty. They ended up moving back to me before senior year ended because his sister Allison, who now goes by Alice, myself and my Edward were all so depressed we were hospitalized. His older brother, Nicholas, and Allison were dating my best friend's Lillian and her cousin Jackson. Both couples are now married.
Edward ended up getting in a huge fight with a boy, Phil, who had deluded himself into thinking I was his girlfriend because I helped him with one of his classes like the battle in Twilight. His then girlfriend, actual one, threatened me believing I was trying to take her boyfriend, who I truly despised. While all this was going on I was trying to get over the death of my father and my mother getting remarried to a man who I didn't really feel comfortable around, but we have that all worked out and Brian and I are good friends who like to talk about sports, which I actually understand and was very good at in high school, unlike Bella.
While Edward was gone, I reconnected with my childhood friend, Matt. I always knew Matt liked me as more than a friend, but I had Edward so I only needed friendship. Edward had planned on coming back to me for college before being hospitalized of course, then he returned to me. Then at one of my family reunions I invited Matt, while Edward was gone, and he fell in love with my cousin Vanessa, who likes to go by Ness. So my life is very much like Twilight.
I know this sounds like I am making it up, but I am not. This is all the truth, shockingly enough.
I am in my early twenties and am a Kindergarten teacher although I wished I had majored in English Literature and become a writer. So to fill the void I write here, for all of you.
A teenage girl about 17 had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year.
She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.
As she walked along under the tall elm trees, she asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger.
When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it.
However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her.
She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection.
Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her.
When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.
The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there.
Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to cry.
Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station.
She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story.
The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him.
She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before.
When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed.
The officer thanked her for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her.
She asked if they would ask the man one question.
She was curious as to why he had not attacked her.
When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her."
You're never alone...
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