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Author has written 2 stories for Twilight.
Hello, I'm Ashley. I have been on this site for years. I have come up with good ideas for stories, I just can't get myself off my butt to write them. So all those who have written one, I don't know how you did it. So, I'm in high school and love to read. I have probably read thousands of stories on this site. Started with Total Drama Island went to Teen Titans and Bones then jumped to NCIS for awhile and now read Twilight stories. So, I came up with a story idea- one I am GOING to write if it kills. I have friends at school helping me stay on track. I have a wide range of tastes when it comes to TV shows, so I not going to list it. I like to read supernatural books.
Summer! Yay! So, I've been doing good with my story. The chapters will be post erratically, depending on when I finish them.
I'm now on Google plus. Look me up if you want. My name is Ashley Lima-Acosta, and nickname is princesita.
I figured since I have 4 OCs, which I haven't completely thought through, I'd write a summery of them. Here it is. I also added some info about Bella.
Name: Adriana Cullen
Species: Hybrid (human and vampire)
Power: Unknown, hints of it in chapter one
Hair: Dark red and curly, mid-back length
Eye Color: Dark green
Personality: An all around happy and excitable girl. She loves new things, and adjusts quickly to change. However, changes that scare her cause her to be quiet and still. She is very impulsive, is very passionate and determined. She will stop at nothing to get things her way. She is very hyper, and is bored easily. Activities like reading or writing bore her, she prefers activities like dancing. She has a short temper. She hates to be alone or do things alone. She is very convincing. She's the one that gets stuff for Melissa's plans.
Worth Notice: Designated birthday: April 17.
Name: Melissa Cullen
Species: Hybrid, human and vampire
Power: Unknown, major hint of it in chapter one
Hair: Black with blue undertones and straight, little shorter than shoulder length
Eye Color: Light, sky blue
Personality: A very calm girl, she won't hesitant to take a leadership role. She likes to have control over things and sometimes change frightens her, although she will hide these feelings. She is level headed and thinks things through. She is a good planner and will take charge of most activities. She likes to pull tricks and annoy other people. She is quiet and reserved, tending to hide insecurities and uneasiness. She is confrontational and very confident of her abilities, most times. She is less active than her sister Adriana, but prefers active activities to quiet ones more often than not. She is the leader.
Worth Notice: Designated birthday: November 8.
Name: (Isa)Bella Cullen
Species: Hybrid, human and vampire
Power: Mental shield
Hair: Wavy brown with slight red tones(darker at roots), shoulder length
Eye Color: Chocolate brown eyes
Personality: A quiet girl, she talks more with her sisters than when in the presence of others. She likes to be held, prefers lay back situations, and enjoys just spending time with others. She goes long with the antics of her sisters, and normally enjoys herself. She hates seeing others get hurt, loves to make others happy, and is loyal. She is forgiving, and will put things in the past. She is the innocent face, the secret trick.
Worth Notice: Designated birthday: September 13th.
Name: Richard Cullen
Age: 21 Height: 5'11"
Hair: Black with brown tones, straight, short
Eye Color: Gold
Personality: Best described as immature and unrelenting, Richard just doesn't get the memo at times. He likes to prank and tease his family, to the point of retaliation, but knows when he's going to far. He has an optimistic view on life, and forgives other pretty quickly. He likes to cheer people up. Rather than confronting people directly, he underhandedly handles things. He has a short temper, but is relatively harmless when he blows up. He hates books, preferring games, movies,and TV. He is a bit lazy.
Hobbies: Watching movies and TV, playing video games, pranking others, playing basketball
Name: Eric Joseph Cullen
Age: 20 Height: 6'2"
Power: Can change his appearance
Hair: Dirty blond, wavy/messy short
Eye Color: Gold
Personality: Despite his quiet and calm outer appearance, he is actually a risk-taker and quite adventurousness. Due to his power, he doesn't always have to own up to things he's done. This causes him to have less reservations. He likes to have fun with other people, by approaching them and basically making them uncomfortable. Surprisingly lighthearted, he doesn't get mad very often. But when he does, watch out and take a few steps back.
Hobbies: Reading books, writing, exploring, flirting, do "dangerous" things, going to parties
Man: Where have you been all my life?
Man: Haven't I seen you someplace before?
Man: Is this seat empty?
Man: Your place or mine?
Man: So, what do you do for a living?
Man: Hey baby, what's your sign?
Man: How do you like your eggs in the morning?
Man: Your body is like a temple.
Man: I would go to the ends of the world for you.
Man: If I could see you naked, I'd die happy.
Man: If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put u and i together.
Man: Your eyes, they're amazing.
Man: Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?
Girls, copy and paste this on your profile!
If there are times when you wanna annoy people just for the heck of it, copy & paste this into your profile.
If you've ever randomly burst into song, copy & paste this into your profile.
If you don't care that watching cartoons is considered immature, copy & paste this into your profile.
If you have ever had a 'Blonde Moment' copy & paste this into your profile.
If you like smiley faces, copy & paste this into your profile.: )
If you have ever just wanted to SLAP someone, copy this onto your profile.
If you have ever forgotten what you were going to say, right before you said it, copy and paste this onto your profile.
If you look through people's profiles looking for things to copy and paste, copy and paste this onto your profile.
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(x) You play/played the guitar
So I'm most like DJ. Nice.
I was walking around in a store. I saw a cashier hand this little boy his money back saying
"I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'' The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."
His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.'' My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall." Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me."
"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister." Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "What if we checked again, just in case you do have enough money?'' "OK" he said "I hope that I have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"
Then he looked at me and added "I asked yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mommy can give it to my sister. He heard me!''"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''"My mommy loves white roses."
A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local newspaper article: 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car, where there was one young lady and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to recover from the coma.
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him. Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message. 2) Ignore it as if it never touched you. have a heart.
This is a story about a little girl that was abused. If you care at all, copy and paste this into your profile:
My name is Sarah I am but three,
Child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!
Girls Don't realize these things;
I'm sorry that I bought you roses to tell you that I like you
I'm sorry That I was raised with respect not to sleep with you when you were drunk
I'm sorry That my body's not ripped enough to "satisfy" your wants
I'm sorry that I open your car door, and pull out your chair like I was raised
I'm sorry That I'm not cute enough to be "your guy"
I'm sorry That I am actually nice; not a jerk
I'm sorry I don't have a huge bank account to buy you expensive things
I'm sorry I like to spend quality nights at home cuddling with you, instead of at a club
I'm sorry I would rather make love to you then just screw you like some random guy.
I'm sorry That I am always the one you need to talk to, but never good enough to date
I'm sorry That I always held your hair back when you threw up, and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car, but when we went out you went home with another guy
I'm sorry That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere, but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend
I'm sorry If I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around
I'm sorry If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work
I'm sorry that you can't realize.. I've been the one all along.
I'm sorry If you read this and know somebody like this but don't care
But most of all
I'm sorry For not being sorry anymore
I'm sorry That you can't accept me for who I am
I'm sorry I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good enough to make it in your world.
I'm sorry I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it, I thought that was what friends were for...
I'm sorry That I told you I loved you and actually meant it.
I'm sorry That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your boyfriend was threatening you instead of spending time with my family.
I'm Sorry That I cared
I'm sorry that I listen to you at night talking about how you wish you could have done something different.
Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well ladies, next time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining to, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head "Why won't you give me a chance?" Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you.
If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, copy and paste into your profile as 'I'm sorry'
If You're one of the FEW girls with enough Guts to copy and paste this into your profile, and you would never make your guy feel this way, copy and paste into your profile as 'Girls Don't Realize These Things
This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him, and read even if you don't.
A teenage girl about 17 named Diane 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, Diane 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 weep. 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 Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane 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." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t repost it?
Repost this if you truly believe in God
If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't ignore it because the Bible says that “If you deny Me, I will deny you in front of My Father and the glory of Heaven.”