Run, Bella, run. I love you too much, for your good or mine.

Her existence alone was excuse enough to justify the creation of the entire world.

There was no reason for Bella Swan to cross paths with me. She would be avoided like the plague she was.

A hundred yards away, Mike Newton was lowering Bella's limp body to the sidewalk. She slumped unresponsively against the wet concrete, her skin chalky as a corpse. I almost took the door off the car.

I watched her, waiting.
She smiled. Her lips curved up and the edges, and her chocolate eyes warmed.
I’d just admitted to stalking her, and she was smiling.

If he'd done something to harm her, I would annihilate him.