New / Old Stephenie Meyer’s secret Twilight outtakes .Read “new” passages from “Twilight

we ll know that in the editing process stephenie cut some parts from the original Twilight manuscript.thanks to TNS , here are two rough Twilight outtakes From Stephenie Meyer herself.Those outtakes are new to me and i think new to some of you because those outtakes arent exist in her official site .. she sent them to friends online years ago. She used to hang out online with fans all the time. Then the craziness started, and Stephenie Meyer’s absolute masterpiece Midnight Sun — was posted online, and that was pretty much that for the online hanging out.


First, this scene takes place during Bella’s hospital stay in Phoenix, as she recuperates from James’ attack at the ballet studio. Renee and Carlisle have gone back to their homes, but Alice and Edward have stayed behind with Bella.

Food started to become a dilemma, not for me, but for them. I wasn’t aware of the problem at first, always a little hazy from the drugs the nurses injected through my IV, and Edward never spoke to me about it. When I finally noticed, his irises were almost entirely black, the circles under his eyes deep and purple. But he brushed aside all my concerns, laughing.

Then one morning, waking uncomfortable and groggy-I wasn’t sleeping well flat on my back, but it was the only position that my leg allowed-I opened my eyes to look for him, my first instinct now. He knew the signs of my waking, and he was always there, his seraphic face my first sight of the day. All the nuisances of the hospital, the needle-happy nurses, the pain of my injuries, the lumpy spots in my hard bed, faded to nothing compared with the gift of his company.

“Good morning.” His smile was unbearably beautiful. Thank goodness they’d removed the heart monitor, so the nurses wouldn’t have to come check the sudden spike in my pulse.

And then I noticed his eyes, and gasped.

“What’s wrong?” He frowned, at once becoming overly concerned.

“Your eyes.” I shivered. The last time I’d seen eyes that color I’d nearly died. He ducked his head, ashamed, turning his burgundy-tinted irises away.

“Sorry, I should have warned you.”

I gazed at him broodingly till he finally looked back up, his garnet eyes apprehensive.

“Are you upset?” he asked, tentative.

I sighed. “I guess I’m okay, as long as it was that nurse that keeps having so much trouble finding my veins.”

He made a disgusted sound and leaned away from me. “I hope you’re joking.”

“Then what…?” I wondered.

“Alice and I knocked over the hospital blood bank, ” he admitted, seeming embarrassed. “It was her fault-she refused to hunt coyotes or rattlesnakes.”

I giggled, picturing her distaste. “I hoped you stayed away from the O-negative, ” I tried unsuccessfully to look severe.

He glared, upset by my reference to those first anxious hours-of which I had no memory-when the hospital ran out of my blood type and had to have more rushed up by helicopter from Tucson.

“We chose AB-positive, of course.”

“Of course, ” I agreed. “Those lucky stiffs can use anybody’s blood.”

He scowled at me. He considered it all part of my hazard-attracting nature-and therefore my fault-that I would have the most difficult blood to supply.

Second, here is an unedited outtake that takes place immediately after the one above. Bella is well enough to drive home to Forks with Alice and Edward — a journey that takes days by automobile — and they decide to spend the night at a hotel there:

The next morning, we went to the casino. Natural light never came close to touching the gaming floor, so it was very easy. Edward told me it was generally expected for them to go lose some money in the hotel—a suite like ours was reserved for that special class of visitor known as high rollers.

As they walked—and I rolled in my wheelchair—through the acres of elegantly decorated casino floor, three times Alice paused at a particular slot machine and slid a card through the scanner. Each time she did this, sirens would blare, lights would revolve, and an electronic simulation of coins dropping indicated that her prize had been credited to her room. She tried to get me to do it once, but I skeptically shook my head.

“I thought you were supposed to lose money,” I accused her.

“Oh, I will,” she assured me. “But not until I make them sweat a little.” Her smile was sinful.

We reached a more lavishly decorated division of the huge casino, where there were no slot machines or casually dressed tourists with plastic cups full of change. Plush chairs replaced the swiveling bar stools, and the voices were quiet, serious. But we continued still further, through a set of ornate gold doors into another room, a private room, more opulent yet. Finally I understood why Alice had insisted on the raw silk, emerald green wrap around dress she’d tied on me today, why she was wearing a long, white satin sarong—with a short lace top that bared her flat, white stomach—and why Edward was overwhelming and irresistible in another light silk suit. The players in this room were all dressed with an exclusive splendor whose expense was far beyond my imagining. A few of the impeccable older men even had young women in glittering, strapless gowns standing behind their chairs, just like in the movies. I pitied the beautiful women as their eyes swept over Alice and Edward, realizing their own deficiencies as they measured the first, and the deficiencies of their partners as they ogled the second. I was the enigma, and their eyes slid away from me unsatisfied.

Alice glided off toward the long roulette tables, and I cringed as I thought of the havoc she would wreak.

“You do know how to play black jack, of course,” Edward bent forward to murmur in my ear.

“Are you kidding?” I felt the color drain from my face.

“Knowing your luck, I couldn’t lose any more thoroughly than by letting you play,” he chuckled. He wheeled me toward a table with three empty chairs. The two immaculately dressed, exceptionally dignified Asian men glanced up in disbelief as Edward lifted me gently into one of the empty velvet chairs, and took the seat next to me. The delicate oriental beauty who stood at the end of the table watched with insulting incredulity as Edward caressed my hair possessively.

“Only use one hand,” he breathed almost silently in my ear. “And keep your cards over the table.”

Edward spoke a quiet word to the dealer, and two impressive stacks of dark blue chips appeared on the table in front of us. They had no numbers—and I didn’t want to know anyway. Edward pushed a small stack of his forward, and a larger stack of mine. I glared at Edward in embarrassed panic, but he just smiled impishly as the dealer dealt the cards swiftly around. I picked up my cards carefully with one hand, holding them rigidly above the table. I had two nines. Edward held his cards loosely; I could see he had a five and a seven. I glanced guardedly at the two gentlemen next to me, intent but terrified, watching carefully to see what the protocol was for a high rolling black jack table. To my relief, it seemed easy enough. The first swept the top of his cards briefly against the felt, and received a card, the second slipped the corner of his cards under his bet, leaving them on the table, and didn’t. I quickly put my cards down, shoving them awkwardly under my chips—cheeks flaming—when the dealer looked at me. Belatedly I noticed that the dealer had a queen. Edward brushed the table lightly, and the dealer threw a nine face up on the table in front of him. I glared at him, as the men beside me murmured appreciatively.

The dealer had a jack, and I lost, as did both Asian gentlemen. He smoothly relieved us of our chips. I heard a subdued commotion coming from the direction of the roulette table, but I was afraid to look. Edward pushed another stack of my chips onto the table, and it began again.

When my chips were gone, Edward passed me half of his, unable to contain his amused smile. He was doing well, winning three times as often as the other men at the table. But, with the size of my bets controlled by him, I was losing chips faster than he could rake them in. I had yet to win a hand. It was humiliating—but at least I was sure to never become a gambling addict.

Finally, I lost our last stack of chips. The Asian gentlemen, and their female escort, watched Edward with impressed curiosity as he could no longer contain his mirth, chuckling quietly, but with deep amusement, while he returned me to the wheel chair. I blushed and kept my eyes on the thick carpet as he pushed me away, still laughing.

“I’m the worst gambler in history,” I muttered apologetically.

“Actually, you’re not. That’s what so funny.” He laughed again. “You didn’t do one thing wrong, aside from playing a little conservatively. The odds that you would lose every hand…” He shook his head, grinning.

We got to the roulette table just in time to watch Alice lose her spectacular pile of multihued chips in one disastrous spin of the wheel. The many hopeful players who had bet with her on seventeen black looked murderously disappointed. She laughed, a trilling, carefree sound, and joined us.

“Did we lose enough?” I whispered as we exited the gold doors.

“I think the house is satisfied. You’re probably their favorite client today,” he snickered.

“Please promise me one thing.”

“Anything you want.”

“Never, ever tell me how much money I lost today, please.”

We were in the noisy casino by this time, and his laugh was unrestrained.

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Comment by cornelia marie hale on April 7, 2012 at 8:58am

wooow thnx never read it before :)

Comment by Jamie Giffin on April 7, 2012 at 7:45pm

Where is this from? I would do just about anything for more TWILIGHT!

Comment by sarah cullen on April 8, 2012 at 4:53am

those are outtakes from stephenie herself ..she send them to twilight lexicon i think years ago but those are new to me i didnt read them before because they arent exist in her website ..


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