Shelly - New moon

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es vinjaam visaam jau 2x izgaaju cauri :D

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cik viņu ir?

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4. ar pusi

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tā-a. Pusi? kā sauc un kur meklēt to pusi?

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Puse ir "Midnihgt sun", patiesībā tā ir 1. daļa, tikai no Edvarda skata punkta. Un puse tāpēc, ka nepabeigta.

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es tev teikshu taa - es buutu njeemusi Dzheikobu. jej bogu. vampiirpuika vinjam blakus nestaav, sevishkji, kad saak attiistiities taalaakie notikumi/paarmainajs

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Lasot Tavu teikto tikai pēc Krēslas, man liekas, ka Tu esi traka :DDD

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parunaasim tad, kad buusi tikusi cauri Jaunam meenesim un (gakvenais!) Eklipsei.

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:))

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"Will you kiss me, Jacob?"
His eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed suspiciously. "You're bluffing."
"Kiss me, Jacob. Kiss me, and then come back."
He hesitated in the shadow, warring with himself. He half-turned again to the west, his torso twisting
away from me while his feet stayed planted where they were. Still looking away, he took one uncertain
step in my direction, and then another. He swung his face around to look at me, his eyes doubtful.
I stared back. I had no idea what expression was on my face.
Jacob rocked back on his heels, and then lurched forward, closing the distance between us in three long
strides.
I knew he would take advantage of the situation. I expected it. I held very still - my eyes closed, my
fingers curled into fists at my sides - as his hands caught my face and his lips found mine with an
eagerness that was not far from violence.
I could feel his anger as his mouth discovered my passive resistance. One hand moved to the nape of my
neck, twisting into a fist around the roots of my hair. The other hand grabbed roughly at my shoulder,
shaking me, then dragging me to him. His hand continued down my arm, finding my wrist and pulling my
arm up around his neck. I left it there, my hand still tightly balled up, unsure how far I could go in my
desperation to keep him alive. All the while his lips, disconcertingly soft and warm, tried to force a
response out of mine.
As soon as he was sure I wouldn't drop my arm, he freed my wrist, his hand feeling its way down to my
body against his.
His lips gave up on mine for a moment, but I knew he was nowhere close to finished. His mouth
followed the line of my jaw, and then explored the length of my neck. He freed my hair, reaching for my
other arm to draw it around his neck like the first.
Then both of his arms were constricted around my waist, and his lips found my ear.
"You can do better than this, Bella," he whispered huskily. "You're overthinking it."
I shivered as I felt his teeth graze my earlobe.
"That's right," he murmured. "For once, just let yourself feel what you feel."
I shook my head mechanically until one of his hands wound back into my hair and stopped me.
His voice turned acidic. "Are you sure you want me to come back? Or did you really want me to die?"
Anger rocked through me like the whiplash after a heavy punch. That was too much - he wasn't
fighting fair.
My arms were already around his neck, so I grabbed two fistfuls of his hair - ignoring the stabbing pain
in my right hand - and fought back, struggling to pull my face away from his.
And Jacob misunderstood.
He was too strong to recognize that my hands, trying to yank his hair out by the roots, meant to cause
him pain. Instead of anger, he imagined passion. He thought I was finally responding to him.
With a wild gasp, he brought his mouth back to mine, his fingers clutching frantically against the skin at
my waist.
The jolt of anger unbalanced my tenuous hold on self-control; his unexpected, ecstatic response
overthrew it entirely. If there had been only triumph, I might have been able to resist him. But the utter
defenselessness of his sudden joy cracked my determination, disabled it. My brain disconnected from my
body, and I was kissing him back. Against all reason, my lips were moving with his in strange, confusing
ways they'd never moved before - because I didn't have to be careful with Jacob, and he certainly
wasn't being careful with me.
My fingers tightened in his hair, but I was pulling him closer now.
He was everywhere. The piercing sunlight turned my eyelids red, and the color fit, matched the heat. The
heat was everywhere. I couldn't see or hear or feel anything that wasn't Jacob.
The tiny piece of my brain that retained sanity screamed questions at me.
Why wasn't I stopping this? Worse than that, why couldn't I find in myself even the desire towant to
stop? What did it mean that I didn't wanthim to stop? That my hands clung to his shoulders, and liked
that they were wide and strong? That his hands pulled me too tight against his body, and yet it was not
tight enough for me?

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paldies par fragmentiem. jāmeklē tagad grāmatas :) tiešām izskatās, ka angļu valodā ir sulīgāk, lai arī galīgi nesūdzos par to, kā lasījās latviski ;)

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rekomendeeju ebookhood.com

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o, iešu lūkot :) Paldies!

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Es tās turpmākās pārmaiņas jau vislaik gaidu :)
Jāsaka, angliski tiešam lasās labāk nekā latviski. Vai arī otrā daļa vienkārši ir labāka.

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treshaa ir veel labaaka, bet ceturtajaa vinja (rakstniece) visu sadirsh. teeli zaudee raksturus un viss noteik paaraak gludi un saldi.

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unman diemzheel jaasaka, ka muusu tulkotaaji nav uzdevumu augstumos. es kreeslu latviski taa arii neizlasiiju. taa kaa anglisko versiju es biju lasiijusi jau pasen, latviskais tulkojums man negremojaas. cik nu manas valodu zinaashanas atljauj es censhos lasiit origjinaalvalodaa. iipashi tas attiecas uz krievu un anglju.

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nee, es tomeer zinu, kaadeelj otraa dalja ir labaaka. tur nav Edvarda!

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hymm, Tev Edvards pirmajā daļā patika? :)

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nu taa, ne ar 100% atdevi. toties otraaas daljas otrajaa pusee Dzheikobs pilniibaa paarnjeema manas simpaatijas.

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ahā! ;)

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klau, pačuksti, kas notika pēc tam, kad otrās daļas sākumā savā dz d Bella Kalenu mājās iesēžas stikos un satecina asinis? ;)

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a nekas nenotika. sadektereeja i viss. neviens vinju neaprija. tikai drusku apgrauza.

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:) - apgrauza skan cerīgi :D

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varu sagraut intrigu sakot, ka pirmajas trijaas graamataas Bella nevampirizeejaas.

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tad jau būs publika pieprasījusi, lai 4tajā novampīrējas ;)

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es autorei poieprasiitu ceturto dalju paarrakstiit. izveidot revised edition.

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;) nez, ja Tu savāksi pietiekami lielu bariņu atbalstītāju, varbūt autore ņems un paklausīs?

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