

Shayla's Twilight. Chapter 6.Chapter 6: Here comes the humanShayla's Twilight. Chapter 6.
Shayla's POV
"Shayla, come downstairs." Esme calls from the lounge room. I give a grumble as I head to the top of the stairs.
"What for?" I ask grumpily over the edge.
"Don't be rude Shayla." Carlisle warns as he walks and comes into view. "And to be polite, Edward will be home soon and you are going to meet Bella."
"Okay then. Just let me be decent first." I turn and head to the bathroom where Alice is located, brushing her hair in the front of the mirror.
"Why so grumpy Shay?" She asks as she hands me my blue brush.


Shayla's Twilight. Chapter 5Chapter 5: More explanations.Shayla's Twilight. Chapter 5
Carlisle's POV
I had pulled up in the garage when I had smelt her. I run up to the house at vampire speed. But if I was mistaken, if she wasn't there I swear, it would surely kill me.
I enter the house and there she was, Shayla Kara Cullen, my youngest adopted daughter, sitting on the couch with Alice.
"Shayla " I breathe and she looks up.
"Dad " she whispers as she stands up from beside Alice.
I move towards her and hug her, holding her gently as though she was a baby. How I had missed her.
She steps back


Shayla's Twilight: Chapter 4Chapter 4: FlashbacksShayla's Twilight: Chapter 4
Shayla's POV
I decide wait in my room until Carlisle gets back from his shift. Everyone was in their rooms so I could talk to him privately. Well, as privately as you could with a mind-reader in the house.
Luckily for me though, Edward was still at Bella's place.
I get up out of my room and wander to the staircase, leaning against the top rail as I wait. I close my eyes and inhale, breathing in the familiar scent of my family.
"Shay?" It was Rosalie.
I turn around to find her standing just behind me; her hands on her hips, an anxious expression


Shayla's Twilight. Chap 3Chapter 3: ExplanationsShayla's Twilight. Chap 3
Shayla's POV
It was twilight. The best, and worst, time of our endless days. We could do what we want- hunt, tune our vehicles, compose, whatever. But it was a reminder of what we are.
Emmett and Jasper were playing a ridiculous and extensive game of chess near the back wall with multiple boards but of course, I wasn't allowed to play. Rosalie was directing Alice on our touch-screen computer (had to be tweaked by Edward and Carlisle as it was sensitive to temperature) around the corner from the boys on Rosalie fashion design project. Edward was composing on his piano,
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