Character: Jacob Black. Page 2

- I can't take you by the hand?
No, of course you can... But for you it means a bit more, so...

[Jacob about Mike] - what a marshmallow! You need a guy with a stronger stomach who can laugh at Gore!
- I will look for my best!

- What are you looking at?
You're cute!
How hard did you hit?

Man, your head!
Oh, God, I'm sorry.
- You're sorry you started bleeding?
- Yes, probably...

And if I couldn't have fixed these bikes, what would you do?
- You doubt your abilities?
- No, I mean, they'll run fine. Just be smarter than I, do not hurry to finish the repair...

- And you can already go to movies? I mean, I thought you are only allowed accompanied by an adult...
- Oh, Yes. Bella buys me a ticket. I go to her support.

- Would you wait? Going to be friends with me, despite the fact that Alice I love?
- Love who you want, - he croaked - I'll always be your friend.

- What are you doing? - carefully looking at me, asked Embry.
- So, fix motorcycle... - vaguely replied the black, but the word "motorcycles! produced a truly magical effect. The guys began to examine my junk, literally throwing Jacob valuable tips. Half of the words I heard for the first time; probably, you need to have At-chromosomal to understand their experiences.

I know what he did to you but Bella, I won't ever hurd you, I promise...
I know what he did to you but Bella, I never in my life not gonna hurt you, I promise...

Not going to lie, bells, you look disgusting.
"I know," she sighed. - Look terrible.
- You're the monster marsh - I nodded.
She laughed.

- Mother often dropped him as a child, thought Lee.
Apparently, in the head.
- And he was chewing on the bars from the crib.
- Ate white lead?
- Looks like.

Interesting, I'm gonna die if I cut myself a bullet in the head? Or have the brains from the walls to scrub?

What do you need? Can heart? Go ahead. Take mine. Take everything that I hate about myself.

I knew only one thing - that each second with her was only going to add to the pain that will come later. Like a junkie with a limited supply of drugs. For me, the day count them. The more hits I took now, the harder it would be when my supply ran out.