Family:
Mummy- Renee / Esme/Elizabeth
Daddy- Charlie / Carlisle/Edward
Little Sister- Alice
Little Brother-
Big Sister- Rose
Big Brother-Emmett / Jasper
Evil Twin- Alice
Auntie-
Uncle-
Cousin 1-
Cousin 2-
Granny-
Granda-
my great granpa-
my great granma-
My Twin -
My daughter - Renesmee
My son -
MY aunt -
My uncle -


My God parents:
Fairy God Mother-
Fairy God Father-

my Italian family:
my Italian mama- Esme
my Italian papa-Carlisle

My Partners:
My boyfriend-
My girlfriend- Bella
Husband-
Wife- Bella
my partner in crime= Alice
my lover= Bella
Person im having an affair with-
My other half – Bella
my drinking buddy=
Friends:
Best Friend- Seth
My other best friend -

Others:
my coke addict -
The Whore-
Stalker- Tanya
Bitch-
Enemy-James,Laurent,Victoria,The Volturi
Guardian Angel- Renesmee
Devil-
Hottie-

Hot model-
Neighbor-
Pizza hut Man-
Postie-
Milkman-
Stripper - Bella
Slick One-
Personal Shopper- Alice


My bit on the side -
My worst enemy - Victoria
My guardian - Renesmee
My sugar plum -
My slave -
My shopaholic friend -
My shmexy biatch -
My Lil cutie pie- Nessie
My Cool dude -
My Siamese twin -
My valentine - Bella
My chatterbox -
My hot admirer -Bella
My messer upper -
My cleaner -
My stalker-
My drinking partner
My idol -
My sexy admirer -Bella
my homie=

my secret admirer= Tanya
my rude girl=Leah
my rude boy=Jacob
my pet= Leah
my hairdresser=Alice
my body guard=Emmett
my hardcore gangsta= Emmett
my emo= Jasper
my partner in crime= Emmett
my punk emo= Jasper
my psycho= Alice
my best friend= Seth

You are my desire; no one else will do.
You are my life, now. You are everything I need, Bella. You are everything I want and everything that I have ever wanted. You complete me. You are forever mine
Isabella Marie Swan: My Heroine.
I do, after all, prefer brunettes. ♥

“It wasn’t an infatuation love like you see in junior high
school. They were soul mates.”

And I would give up forever to touch you, Bella, because I know that you feel me somehow. You understand me, believe it or not. You are the absolute closest to heaven that I will ever be in this lifetime... and I don’t want to go home right now. I have never felt so alive with anyone before. Bella, you are the woman I wish to spend the rest of my life with. My heart, my mind, my soul -- everything is your’s, now. I’m in this too deep to ever surface; and, even if I could, I’ll admit that would never want to. This is love. As much as I don’t deserve you, I cannot see myself without you, my bride.


*Before you, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars -- points of light and reason. And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything.*

am Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, and I like speed.
Speed is everything.



I no longer have an active Facebook.com account, due to the fact that
a fellow administrator disabled my only page.
No worries, though. I wasn’t in need of an account there, anyhow.

I grew up in a happy home with two fairly wealthy parents who had steady jobs. Never has a day passed when I have not thought of my biological mother, Elizabeth, and of the endearing love that dwelled within her, for me. The fact that she was able to sense a difference in Doctor Carlisle than any other individual is utterly flabbergasting. I feel the need to thank her for the future she hadn’t intended for me, until her final moments. I have learned to house I few regrets; life only progresses onward, so why harbor hatred and bitterness of the past? I will forever love my biological parents dearly, even to this very day: one hundred and ten years later. I will never forget them.

Not too long ago, I was “adopted” (so-to-speak) by Mister and Misses Carlisle and Esme Cullen into their family of six “children.” Or, at least such is our cover. Though they might not be of my blood, I adore them all with my entire being; they are my wonderwalls. I don’t know what I would do without their love and support.


“Besides, the more time I spend with you, the more human emotions seem comprehensible to me.”

Of course, everyone eventually goes through a rebellious streak; mine occurred soon after my transformation into a vampire was complete. I went against Carlisle’s practice of feeding off of animals, and made a desperate attempt to develop my own way of living. After ten long years of being apart from my family, I then realized just why Carlisle made the effort to only drink of animals instead of the usual human meal.

In order to distract myself from the constant hunger that plagues me, I intended on finding a hobby in order to pass the time... Considering there seemed to be so much of it, these days. The piano has always fascinated me, truth be told. The sweet melodies musicians composed struck me as hypnotizing. Emotions could, indeed, be expressed without words, as music thoroughly proves. So, I began experimenting with different notes and various tunes. I played what my ear registered as pleasant to the senses. Esme soon caught on and encouraged me to continue. As soon as I became familiar with the instrument, I wrote a song especially for her. I am well aware that she enjoys listening to classical music, while decorating and gardening. The piano is only my second love, for I know it will always be there when needed the most. You understand.
My ability to hear humanity’s thoughts helped ease the guilt I had for killing innocent people for my own selfish gain. I decided to use my gifts in order to redeem myself for preying on the innocent. I preyed upon the worst of society in order to justify my actions. I returned to Carlisle merely two years later, ridden with guilt (to say the least). He was right. I was wrong -- there wasn’t more to it. I haven’t strayed since.

In the year of 2005, after spending approximately two years in Forks, Washington, with my family, I came across the love of my life, Isabella Swan, during my junior year of my enrollment at Forks High School. Never before have I desired for any one person’s death. My tongue longed for her blood; I could hear her very livelihood singing a tantalizing melody especially for me, beckoning the monster within me to surface and claim her as my own, to literally suck her dry. I had found my singer, after one hundred years of waiting. I was caught off guard, when I discovered that my extraordinary ability to read minds was hindered greatly; I was unable to pry into the innermost crevices of her psyche -- Needless to say, I was overwhelmed with confusion and exasperation. I was baffled. I needed answers! I escaped from the spell that she had unknowingly cast upon me. I fled to