TWIDARK

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PSA: this a piss take and not ment to offend any fans, Stephanie Meyer and it is not intended to slate the original series. This is not our original writing style we're trying to be cringy

BELL POV
He walked in through the door, his billowing silky chestnut locks reminded her of the sweet scent almonds after they'd been crushed by the weight of her sins. His purple orbs shone like a thousand white dwarf stars and I wanted to throw myself in his abyss and suffocate in his bodily fluids. He was as thin as my patience and his look of developing the bubonic plague made my salivary glands secrete dense moist fluid that dribbled from the corner of my mouth. It was him. My sickly knight in pretentious Gucci. Hedward Culinary.

He seemed to move in slow motion. His awkward limber movement vessels carrying him in tender soft steps towards the fortnite dance off in the middle of the dining hall. Bell had long since come to the conclusion that dabbing, hitting the woah, flossing and fortnite dancing were the four horsemen of the apocalypse. In spite of her gross hatred for all four, watching the tall slender sickly pale man made her heart flutter. It was at this point at which she realised she had been staring at slender man outside the window. Quickly returning her attention back to Hedward, she saw him flossing at speeds she had never seen before making her want to go down on him on the spot.

Building up her globules of courage she migrated across the area staring at him so hard her eyes lost focus and collapsed onto him face landing in front of his luxurious, luscious lips. His mouth, opened wide in shock, revealed glimmering fangs that made her sweat in delight. His groin which Bell's body was flush against, reminded her of what would happen if horny, excitable sausage dog saw a particularly stunning bone.

The end I can't be bothered to write more