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ROB ATTACK

Evenin’, ladies!

And a very HAPPY 4th OF JULY to our friends in the United States!

 

ROB ATTACK

Mighta taken awhile for the spirit to move me again but, when it did, it totally kicked my ass!

In fact, we’re 3 for 3 this post…3 WIPs for those of us who enjoy the chase and 3 COMPLETE fics for you WIP wussies…you know who you are LOL!

First up is a collaboration between Planetblue and Honeybee Meadow, postin’ as BlueMeadow! The visuals these two paint with their words leave me speechless, I kid you not!ROB ATTACK(banner by Mina Rivera)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12965796/1/Point-Shoot

Two people. Two houses. One field. Sometimes anger is so much better than sorrow.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 11 – Words: 20,065 – Reviews: 961 – Favs: 398 – Follows: 943 – Updated: Jul 2 – Published: Jun 11 – id: 12965796

Empty cup in hand, my bare feet felt the dead hay that had flattened in the night, and I cursed my brain as it switched automatically from peacefulness to combat mode, senses high and on alert. It’s my job to follow screamed my old sense. It’s not your job anymore cried my new one. I went down that lane anyway as I heard the repeated sounds of movement and something that I was relieved sounded like an animal, but I stopped short when I heard murmurs of. . . something else.

I inched forward, accompanied only by the listing sound of my own movement until my heart jumped in my throat as the next sound met my ears.

Was that a human voice?

I paused before continuing, my soft gait changing and beginning its learned shuffle, ignoring the prick of the sharp ends of dead grass that cut my feet. They stayed close to the ground on instinct, instead of stepping because that’s what you do. You never know what or who you might be stepping on. The shuffling sound also served as a warning to give whatever demon that lay in wait in front of me the chance to leave. My head snapped up a moment later in the direction of a sound on my right, and I left the path, my body slicing through the tall grass.

The sound came again from out in front of me, something or someone caught there in the shoulder-high grasses. I pushed apart the wall in front of me with one hand but saw nothing, so I went further in, the sound of the weeds swishing closed behind me, trapping me in and revealing what I’d instinctively felt needed to be found.

A circle had formed, the flattened grass much like the path that I followed to get here, but an area I couldn’t see from the porch. And in that circle, was a girl.

She was curled there, in a white sort of dress that didn’t match the era we were in. Her hair was in chaos, tangled on the trampled hay, and there was a smudge of dirt on her cheek. She lay completely still, and my first thought was that I hoped she wasn’t dead, but I knew something had made the sounds. I studied her a moment to see if I could detect any sort of life, and then something moved, but it wasn’t her. I squinted and craned my neck to figure out what it was, what my mind was trying to show me, and then I saw.

Nestled in her arms was a brown fawn, its tiny, shivering body snuggled up against her. I stared at it as it stared at me, and suddenly the thing turned, concentrating on the girl who was whispering to it, smiling at it. And fuck me if that animal wasn’t smiling back at her. Then the unnatural mother holding this animal turned, and her hair shifted, forming a halo around her with little white flowers and green bits of foliage caught in its web. It was a sight so natural in its unnaturalness, so worthy of existing, I nearly choked.

I felt dizzy, nauseous at the fact that for the first time in months, I wished for the camera that I’d amputated from my life because I knew that this would’ve been the one picture I’d hang on that goddamned wall.

It would have captured life, not death.

~oOo~

As if one fantastic collaboration wasn’t enough, Tufano79 and Heartfortwilight have teamed up to provide a story rife with drama, angst and romance! ROB ATTACK

(banner by HeartforTwilight Productions)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12989723/1/Fire-Of-Your-Soul

In the blink of an eye, your world can change. You can experience the greatest happiness … or succumb to the world’s worst pain, losing someone that had no reason to die … COLLABORATION WITH HEARTFORTWILIGHT!

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Hurt/Comfort – Bella, Edward – Words: 6,683 – Reviews: 60 – Favs: 119 – Follows: 190 – Published: 18h ago – id: 12989723

Other fire stations and crews were on scene and as soon as the engine stopped, Edward was out the door and picked up his ax. He went over to the chief in charge and listened to the game plan for fighting the fire. After telling different crews to handle different parts of the fire, he turned to Edward and the team from Station 17. “Station 17, we need to you to go to the top two floors and look for anyone who may be trapped there. We don’t have a lot of time men, so get in and get out as soon as possible,” the chief said.

Edward looked at Marcus. “Let’s get in there.”

Putting on their self-contained breathing apparatus, which only holds thirty minutes of air, they walked up the steps and through the doors. Stepping into the thick black smoke, they went to the stairs and headed up. They would go to the fifth floor and work their way down.

Edward placed his hand on the door before opening it and even though it was warm, it was not hot, which indicated that a fire was on the other side, but not enough to cause a backdraft. Pushing open the door, Edward and Marcus walked into the hallway.

“You take the left and I will take the right. Keep in contact,” Edward commanded.

Edward and Marcus made quick, but safe checks of the apartment, yelling out that they were firemen and to scream if they trapped. It was hard to hear anything over the roar of the fire, but that didn’t stop them from trying. Edward had reached the end of the hall, he tested the door and busted it in. The room was engulfed in flames, lapping up the walls to the ceiling, dancing in a glowing, deadly dance.

“Fire department! Call out! I’m here to help you,” Edward yelled.

Listening carefully, he heard a faint cry coming from the back corner of the building. He took off towards the sound and when he got there, the doorway was fully engulfed in fire. Looking into the room, he saw a young woman standing by the window, trying to pull it open.

“Miss, don’t do that,” Edward yelled, but it was too late.

The woman got the window open, which allowed the wind and oxygenated air to rush into the room, causing the fire to become an inferno. The wind blew around the room and the fire blasted around the room towards her, pushing her out the window by its force.

Edward barged through the fire, not even thinking about himself, only the woman who needed his help and ran to the window, catching her hand before she fell. “I’ve got you,” he yelled.

“Don’t let me die, please,” she cried hysterically, scrambling and trying to pull herself up.

“I am not letting you go, but you need to give me your other hand.”

The young woman tried to reach up with her other arm, but she didn’t have the strength to do so. Suddenly, there was a violent explosion on the floor below causing the building to shake. Edward lost his firm grip on her hand and was only hanging on by her fingers.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t regain the strong hold he had before, but she began to slip, inch by inch. “Please! Please!” she screamed.

Edward looked into the tear-filled eyes of the young woman, his grip failed and she began to fall through the smoke and fire.

~oOo~

A new fic by Michaelmas54 popped up in my inbox the other day and, if you’ve read any of her other stories, you’ll understand why I mighta squealed and broke out into the Snoopy dance of joy LOL!ROB ATTACK(banner by BlondeMel)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12989225/1/Mysterious-Graffiti

Knowing something terrible about the future but being unable to warn anyone about what’s going to happen without risking your own existence is the dilemma facing Edward Cullen, but he decides to take that risk because for once in his life he cares. There’s a stealthy build-up to an exciting climax for our Twilight characters and the story is rated M for all the usual reasons.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Supernatural/Drama – Edward – Words: 6,105 – Reviews: 38 – Favs: 36 – Follows: 74 – Published: Jul 3 – id: 12989225

He’d come out here to think and hopefully make sense of the disturbing information he’d learned several hours ago. He’d got over the initial shock and had almost come to terms with it, but now he had to decide what to do about what he’d learned, which if true, would be life-changing.

He had no reason to doubt the person who had inadvertently disclosed what she had obviously been trying to keep from him, but what to do with that knowledge was what was tearing him apart. How could he carry on with his day-to-day life and function like a normal person knowing what he now knew? How could he tell anyone else what he knew without disclosing a part of his life that he kept private?

Most importantly though, if he told anyone, who in their right mind would believe him?

He placed his head in his hands and squeezed his temples as if he was trying to erase from his brain what he had learned, but he realized that he would never be able to forget, or even ignore what he now knew. The only decision he had to make was to either do something or do nothing, and if it was something, what to do and how to do it, and also whether taking that proactive decision would have an irreversible impact on his own life. He laughed to himself then as whether or not he did anything at all, his life was going to change whichever road he took.

He’d spent most of his life trying not to stand out, doing everything he could not to be noticed; in other words he had successfully avoided becoming ‘someone’. He was supremely talented at his craft but he had never sought fame; he just wanted to live a mediocre and anonymous life in the shadows. He was happier with his life now than he had  been at any other period, but already he had accepted that whatever decision he made, he would have to re-think his future sooner rather than later and that knowledge depressed him greatly because for once he had a purpose; something to live for; something that made him happy.

He sighed as he reached over to the ignition switch and flipped it up. Instantly the boat’s motor sprang to life and filled the air with a deafening roar, which after the peace and tranquility of the previous hours sounded harsh and abrasive to his ears. His long, slim fingers gripped the smooth, polished steering wheel which was icy to the touch, but he ignored the pain as his mind was still fixed on his unresolved problem.

As the boat picked up speed, he had to turn sharply to avoid hitting a buoy that he hadn’t spotted until he was almost on top of it as its warning light had been smashed. As he passed it on his left, he noticed that it had been vandalised by someone who obviously didn’t like a local politician, as a derogatory message had been painted onto the floats. His boat made an impressive spray as it swerved out of the way and he spun around the buoy several times to make note of its serial number so he could report it to the authorities, but also for a bit of fun as he enjoyed performing ‘donuts’, especially if he had passengers he wanted to impress.

As the beautiful white and silver craft bounced across Elliott Bay heading towards land, the bitter morning air stung his face and ruffled his already unkempt hair. But he wasn’t concentrating on the journey as the first seeds of an idea were starting to gather momentum in his head. As the outline expanded and became in his mind achievable, he began to feel tentatively hopeful that for the first time since he’d run from her to the jetty he may have found an answer to his dilemma.

If what he was contemplating were possible, it would need careful planning and preparation and he would need to be stealthy and secretive, but it could possibly be the only chance he had to do something, and he had come to the conclusion that whatever the consequences for himself, he had to do something.

~oOo~

There are only 2 authors I read on STARS and Heartfortwilight is one of them! This is another of her mafia fics I couldn’t resist so, if you love Mobwards, you won’t wanna miss Defiance!ROB ATTACK(banner (by HeartforTwilight Productions)

https://www.starslibrary.net/viewstory.php?sid=11797

Carlisle Cullen is ruthless Don of the Cullen Crime Family, but his wife Esme doesn’t want this life for their son Edward.  Running away and starting a new life and new identity, will they have a happy, safe life or will Carlisle find them?  E&B HEA

Categories: TwilightCanon Pairings

Characters: Bella/Edward
Genre: Drama
Chapters: 23 Table of Contents
Completed: Yes Word count: 42347 Read Count: 44276
Published: 12 Mar 2017 Updated: 29 Apr 2018

The mansion was dark, and, for the first time in weeks, Esme was left alone. She had planned for this moment for what felt like eternity, stashing away money, fake ids, birth certificates, and clothes. She would be changing both her and Edward’s expensive clothes for something simpler and comfortable. Before grabbing the handle of the suitcase, she took off her wedding rings, and laid them on the dresser. Looking at the huge diamond ring, she couldn’t remember one second that she enjoyed wearing it. She would no longer be under Carlisle Cullen’s control, and she would not allow her son to grow up to be part of this life. She had lost how many times Carlisle had come home, dripping in someone’s blood. She had learned after several beatings to never question what had happened or where he had been. She was supposed to be the perfect Don’s wife at all times. Slipping out the side door, she got behind the wheel of the car and drove away with a silent prayer that this would be the beginning of a bright, safe future for her and Edward.

She cautiously drove towards the outskirts of Chicago where she had stashed a clean car. If there was anything she learned from the evil Carlisle Cullen was how to buy something under the radar. She had been witness to many illegal dealings, drugs, guns, prostitution, just to name a few. Carlisle’s guy who cooked his books, Bobby “B”, had, on several occasions, talked about how they would purchase a clean car to do a job. She had also learned where to get fake ids and other fake documents, which she had done for herself and Edward. Purchasing a new wardrobe of clothes and new toys for Edward, had also been done and placed in the waiting car. As of today, they were no longer Esme and Edward Cullen, but Maria and Tony Masen.

Pulling up beside the car, she surveyed the area for anything out of the ordinary. When she felt everything was safe, she got out, and got Edward from his car seat.

“Are you ready for a trip, my love?”

Edward giggled and blew spit bubbles, his large sparkling green eyes so full of expression.

Even though Esme was scared about what the future, she knew that she needed to get Edward far away from Carlisle. Carlisle had already started planning when he was going to begin Edward’s training. Esme didn’t say anything, but she heard some of the vile, ruthless, and disturbing things that they would have Edward do to groom him into a cutthroat future Don. She knew then that she had to take Edward and disappear.

~oOo~

Even a die-hard angst h00r like me needs lighter fare to break the cycle and high school Edward and Bella do that for me. Lover of the Light is a fic I’ve actually enjoyed twice so I thought it was time to share it with you!ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/11245905/1/Lover-Of-The-Light

“There’s this new girl in town. I call her Brightside. Emmett likes her, but he says she smells like trees. I think she smells good, like lavender… anyway, I think she’s going to have my baby.” A story about a boy who made a mistake. Or two. AU-AH, short chapters/frequent updates.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Angst – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 43 – Words: 82,506 – Reviews: 1,428 – Favs: 879 – Follows: 1,001 – Updated: May 2 – Published: May 13, 2015 – Status: Complete – id: 11245905

She turns it up, and music about knowing the truth about friendship helps calm my nerves as she drops down on the bed beside me.

I take a hit. I lift the bowl and look to her as the smoke hits the back of my throat.

Bella’s eyes are low, and she looks like she’s a little too drunk to think clearly. The eyeliner under her left eye is a little smeared, but she still looks pretty with the shadows on her face. Her strawberry red, brown hair is a little frizzy, but it still looks soft and smells like vanilla and lavender. It’s not even a cheap vanilla, it’s sweeter but not so pungent. Like French Vanilla.

She doesn’t need to get high, but that’s why we came here. At least, that’s why she wants to be here. I just don’t want to say goodbye yet.

I pass the bong to her, and she has to tuck her hair behind her ears before she places her lips over the mouthpiece. I light the bowl for her, and wait until she fills the chamber before lifting the metal from the glass piece.

She blows smoke between her lips slowly and soundless, and I find myself licking my own as I watch her.

“How old are you?” I mentally palm my face once I realize what I’ve said.

She looks up at me, smirking. “Um … Sixteen. Why? You going to tell me that you’re really thirty?”

I clear my throat, averting my gaze to stare down at my red and black plaid ruffled sheets. “No, I’m sixteen. I was just curious.”

She looks around the room again and lays back to rest on her elbows, biting her lip as she scans her eyes over the shelf above our heads. “Do you like baseball?”

I shake my head, leaning back on my elbows to rest beside her.

“My dad played. I like to watch sometimes, but I can’t play.”

She tilts her head back. “Can’t?”

I nod, not really in the mood to elaborate. Everything is a little hazy, and I keep looking at her lips and her cheeks and forgetting what I mean to talk about.

I notice a lot about Bella that I didn’t before.

She has three freckles in a row speckled along her left cheek that I didn’t see before but can’t stop looking at now in the cheap yellow lamp lighting in my room.

Not only is she the first girl I’ve ever invited in my room, but she’s also the first girl to sit on my bed and it’s all I keep thinking about.

I’m not an amateur.

I’ve kissed girls, and then I’ve done things…other things with them. Sex and girls don’t make me nervous. She does.

I don’t want to use Bella.

I mean, I do. But I don’t want to give her back.

I want to kiss Bella. I want to do so much to her. But tonight isn’t nearly enough, and I’m afraid that if I get to kiss her now I might not get to do it again.

Maybe it’s because I’m an idiot, or maybe it’s because I’m drunk. Maybe it’s because I’m high and I’m typical teenage-boy-minded. Maybe it’s because Brightside’s lips are too close to think, but it seems worth risking when I catch her looking at my lips too.

I close my eyes and whisper, “Fuck it.”

~oOo~

My last rec is also a high school E/B fic with one helluva twist!  I’ve read this one at least three time and can’t believe I’ve never brought it to your attention before…rectifyin’ that situation right now!ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/4623382/1/Legacy

Edward is used to living life as a solitary teenager until he moves to Washington & reluctantly makes friends. When everything seems to be going right, his world is torn apart by a long-kept secret that leaves him questioning everything he’s ever known.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Drama/Humor – Edward – Chapters: 50 – Words: 335,653 – Reviews: 2,937 – Favs: 1,494 – Follows: 1,486 – Updated: Dec 17, 2014 – Published: Oct 29, 2008 – Status: Complete – id: 4623382

This long ass excerpt is because Edward’s relationship with Charlie cracks me the fuck up. See if you can keep a straight face!

Bella found a note on the kitchen table from Charlie. He was out fishing with a friend over in La Push and would be home in time for dinner. I helped Bella with some laundry and cleaning even though she told me to sit down and relax. Bella had a load of her clothes in the washer down in the basement and we ended up on the couch in a heated lip lock with our limbs intertwined. I heard Charlie’s cruiser pull into the driveway, and we scrambled to straighten our clothing and at least appear that we weren’t doing something we shouldn’t have been doing even though we were. When Charlie walked in through the front door, Bella was sitting ridiculously close to me (with one of her legs thrown over my lap!) for two people who were trying to appear innocent but had knocked their halos off when they were running their hands through each other’s hair in a mad make out frenzy.

Actually, I probably lost my halo down in the basement when I playfully grabbed and rubbed Bella’s ass when she was bending over into the washer. Oopsie.

Charlie looked at us suspiciously and I tried to change positions, but Bella wouldn’t budge. “How you two doin’?” he asked casually.

“We’re good, Charlie,” Bella responded, still slightly out of breath.

“Still a Cullen,” I said seriously and unsarcastically as I could. Damn it, we must have rolled over onto the remote and changed the channel at some point because there was an infomercial on. I moved slightly, and the channel changed again. Shit, my ass just changed the channel! Charlie’s eyes shifted between the television and where we were on the couch.

“What’s wrong with the TV?” he asked and then started up the fucking eyebrow dance.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s going on the fritz,” Bella said, not knowing that my talented ass had managed to change the channel. In order to not raise any more suspicion, I tried not to move, which, of course, made my body nervously twitch on its own more than it ever had. The screen went from the infomercial, MTV, TLC, TBS, Hallmark (ooh, M*A*S*H*!), NBCNews (hey, was that me?), Home Shopping Network to a scrambled channel that sounded like PlayBoy within thirty seconds.

Charlie walked over to the TV and turned it off after a distorted image of a breast appeared. Two seconds after he pressed the button to turn it off, my ass turned it back on. “What the hell!” he exclaimed in confusion. While his back was turned I quickly got up, flipped the couch cushion up, grabbed the remote, and threw it in Bella’s direction as she started laughing hysterically. I fixed the couch cushion and sat back down in a flash before Charlie turned around to see what Bella was laughing about.

“Sorry, Charlie, I must have been sitting on the remote by accident,” she explained through her fits of laughter.

“Oh, okay,” he sighed. “I’m glad we don’t need to get a new TV.”

“No, we don’t need a new TV.” Using the remote, Bella turned the television on and off. “And my big butt didn’t break the remote.”

“Your butt isn’t big!” I said.

Charlie’s head whipped around to me, and his eyebrows did the equivalent of the Samba. “Don’t be looking at her butt!”

“He’s my boyfriend and he can look at my butt all he wants, right Edward?”

“Oh, don’t drag me into this!”

“Don’t be looking at her butt!” Charlie repeated.

“Hell, he can touch my butt!” Bella said with a raised voice. Dear God, was she trying to get me killed?

Charlie pointed an accusing finger at me. “Don’t be touching her butt!”

“I’m not!” I said innocently, even though I had touched Bella’s wonderful, curvaceous backside on numerous occasions.

For some reason, I had raised both of my hands in the air in an odd attempt to prove my innocence. Like that was going to do me any good.

“Oh, yes you have!” Bella said and then clamped her hand over her mouth.

Shit, I was dead! What would my obituary read? I could see it now Anthony Edward Cullen (nee Masen), 17, was killed by her girlfriend’s father after she admitted that he had touched her ass in the presence of her father, the town’s police chief, Charlie Swan. Swan is free on bail after pleading guilty in a temporary insanity plea.

It was easy to see that when Bella got into an argument, she acted before she thought. The timer in the kitchen went off and interrupted our exchange. “What’s that for, Bella?” Charlie asked.

“The dryer should be done,” she explained. “I did a few loads of laundry.”

“Go down to the basement and fold your laundry down there,” Charlie said. “Edward and I need to have a talk.”

Charlie was sending Bella away so she didn’t have to witness my murder. She was scarred enough. My life flashed quickly before my eyes. Fuck, the majority of it was a snooze-fest!

“Oh, I don’t know if that’s such a great idea,” I said nervously. “I’d like to live.”

“Bella, go down to the basement,” Charlie instructed. “Edward—kitchen.”

Bella stomped her foot and headed toward the door near the kitchen that led down to the basement. Charlie turned toward me and nodded in the direction of the kitchen. “It’s been lovely knowing you, Bella!” I said while walking to my doom.

Opening the door to the basement steps, Bella yelled at us. “Charlie, don’t be too much of an ass, please!”

When we reached the threshold of the kitchen, Charlie sat down at the table and instructed me to do the same. “What are you intentions toward my daughter?”

Wait… what? I wasn’t expecting that. “Huh?”

“I am trying to look out for Bella’s best interests, even if she doesn’t appreciate it,” he explained. “I don’t want to see Bella heartbroken by some stupid teenage boy who follows his hormones, talks her into something, and then brags to the entire school about it.”

“We’re not having sex, if that’s what you think.”

“Where did she sleep last night at your house?”

It took me a minute to realize that he meant the Cullen house, which was, um, yeah, by extension, my house. “Do you any guns here in the house?”

“Shot gun in my bedroom upstairs,” he replied quickly.

“Shit.”

“I’ll give you a warning and a two minute head start,” he said with an uneven smile. What a generous offer; however, I was without a car or a cell phone to call for help. I could make a beeline for the trees and hide in the thick woods. It was my only chance for survival.

“Bella slept in my bed, with me.” I cleared my throat. “I told you, we’re not having sex,” I quickly added.

“Fooling around?”

“Depends on your definition of fooling around,” I said and immediately regretted it. “There was kissing, some minor groping, and yes, damn it, my hands have been on Bella’s butt. It’s nice, but for some reason she thinks her butt and her thighs are too big, which is insane.” I was rambling because I was nervous and told Charlie more than he needed to know about our extra-curricular activities. It was easy to imagine him jumping up from the table at any moment and running upstairs to get his shotgun. I needed to change the subject, STAT! “Look, Charlie, Bella told me what happened when she was five.”

If Charlie’s eyebrows were doing the Samba before, they were doing the Mambo now. “She did?”

“She told me about Renee and Phil and that you basically rescued her from that situation. I think it’s real big of you to have raised a daughter that isn’t biologically yours because you cared enough to want her to be in a safe environment.

When she told me what happened, I wanted to knock their lights out. I know she’s Bella’s mother, but what the hell kind of woman is Renee that she didn’t believe her?” Charlie’s expression had softened during my speech. I took that as a good sign. A very good sign.

“She’s not who I thought I fell in love with all those years ago.”

“Ain’t that a bitch.”

“Certainly is, Edward.” Charlie smirked. “I don’t want to see Bella hurt.”

“I get that, really I do. We had a talk and I told her that if I did something that made her feel uncomfortable that she needed to tell me. She shouldn’t keep it bottled up and hide it from me.”

“That’s admirable of you.”

“She shouldn’t have to deal with it on her own.”

Charlie gazed out the window for a few seconds before turning his attention back to me. “How many girlfriends have you had before Bella?”

“None,” I said honestly. “We were never in one place long enough for me to make friends.”

“So, why Bella?”

“Actually, she pursued me at first and I tried to, um, decline her advances,” I said. “I got to know her as a friend. Bella’s a great girl, she’s smart and beautiful. I like that I can actually have an intelligent conversation with her. She’s not an empty headed girl.” Skepticism was written all over his face. “I’m not one of those guys that are out to hurt a girl on purpose, and I don’t want to hurt Bella. And whatever we might or might not end up doing… you know, in that sense, will be because she wants to and not because I pushed her into something, ya know?”

“You’re too damn honest for your own good,” Charlie said, shaking his head.

I was unsure if he actually liked or disliked my honesty. “Um, thank you?”

“I want Bella to be happy, even if a sarcastic, smart mouthed boy is the one that does it for her.”

“Aw, shucks, Charlie.” I smiled at him. “Now can we be best buds?”

“Don’t press it, kid,” he said. “Remember, I own a shot, gun that’s right upstairs, and I’m older and can easily forget that I gave you a two minute warning.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t do that to Bella! You wouldn’t do that to your best bud!”

Cue the eyebrow dance of the Salsa. “So now you’re suddenly a wheelchair-bound Native American?”

“Say what?”

“Billy is my best friend,” Charlie explained. “You… you are someone I have to put up with because of Bella.”

“I’ll make you love me, but not in the biblical sense.”

“That’s good, because I prefer the female persuasion,” he said.

“Speaking of females, you’re way too uptight, Charlie! What’s going on with you and Sue? Maybe you need to get horizontal between the sheets, ease up on some of that tension from work and stuff.”

“Bella!” He yelled toward the stairs. Maybe I had been too much of a smart ass with Charlie. “Get up here before I do kill him!”

I heard Bella running up the stairs and into the kitchen. “Oh, thank God, there’s no blood.”

“Not even a scratch,” I smiled happily.

“Say goodnight, Edward.” Charlie said. “I think it’s time for you to go home now.”

 

Until next time…whenever that might be!

Happy Wednesday, y’all!

 

Rita

ROB ATTACK

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Random Rita ~ Thursday Tippin’ Point!

ROB ATTACK

Evenin’, ladies!

What I mean by the title of this post is that, in my continuin’ sojourn through FicLand, some really awesome stories bubble up to the point where I’m absolutely compelled to rec them!

The followin’ fics fall into that “Tippin’ Point” category!ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12860390/1/What-s-Left-of-Me

For 15 years Edward Cullen believed his wife and child died in a car accident on a snowy night. They said she couldn’t have survived—that she’d been swept into the river. He was forced to live a life without her, to function and be the man she would have wanted. But now, a young girl proves everything he thought was a lie and he’s faced with a truth he may not be prepared for.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Mystery/Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 3 – Words: 9,622 – Reviews: 390 – Favs: 320 – Follows: 593 – Updated: Mar 12 – Published: Mar 7 – id: 12860390

What you may or may not know is that anhd1207 is the new profile for anhanninen who wrote Fatherhood, Formula, and Other F Words! What’s Left of Me is obviously a much darker fic!

As his eyes go from the test results to the heart monitor, watching each beat as it appears, Edward tries to come to terms with his new reality. For fifteen years he thought he lost the greatest love of his life—his childhood sweetheart and soul mate. He thought their child died with her, having never took a breath, never been held, and never knowing the love that created he or she. He was told time and time again for years to move on, to accept that Bella was gone and nothing could bring her back. It took him a long time to even live. He threw himself into his military training, medical school, and residency.

But now . . .

Their child is alive. Somehow she made it at least close to term and everything he believed feels like a lie. He should have known. How, he’s not sure, but he should have. His baby girl needed him. Bella needed him, and he gave up. He moved on and all the while, this little girl was out there. She’s gone through milestone after milestone without him. God only knows what her life has been like, but he knows it hasn’t been easy. Imagining the horrors she may have faced makes him sick to his stomach, and he has so many questions he isn’t sure if he can handle the answers for.

The most burning is, of course, if she’s alive, could Bella be too?

A knock on the glass door pulls him back to reality and he clears his throat, scrubbing a hand over his face as he tells whoever it is to come in. Expecting a nurse, his eyes widen as his father comes in, sliding the door closed behind him. Consider he hasn’t called them yet, he’s perplexed his dad made the four hour drive from Port Angeles.

“What are you doing here?” he asks before realizing how it came out. “Sorry, I just—”

Carlisle Cullen nods. “I know. I probably should have called first, but I had to see her for myself.” He looks past his son, finding the small girl—his granddaughter—resting as ventilator breathes for her. And he knows Alistair was right. “Alistair James called . . .” he trails off, looking back at Edward.

He should have guessed the chief of staff, who’s Carlisle’s oldest friend, would have tipped his dad off after visiting early this morning. He can only imagine what people are thinking, but he can’t seem to care much. He just wished he could have told his parents himself.

“She has the brightest smile,” he chokes out, trying damn hard not to cry. He feels raw—like a live wire just waiting to spark. He doesn’t cry, hasn’t since Bella disappeared, but he’s close. Thinking about what she’s been through and what could have happened to her mom, his heart sinks a little more. “I fucking gave up.”

“No, you didn’t,” Carlisle quickly says, slowly coming around to the other side of the hospital bed. “You spent three weeks, from dawn ’til dusk, scouring the woods and river. She was gone, Edward. She was declared dead, so what should you have done?”

Kept looking, he thinks, swallowing back the lumps in his throat. “She couldn’t have died for at least five months, Dad. Five months she was alone. She was pregnant. Where the hell was she?”

Bella Swan grew up under his roof, along with his sons and daughter. He and Esme kept her anytime Charlie had to work late or go out of town. As a single father, he did an incredible job with Bella, but Carlisle saw her as his daughter too. At six Edward and Bella declared they were in love. Of course they weren’t quite the in love they’d become, but everyone knew they would be together. Esme called it adorable, Charlie had rolled his eyes, but Carlisle knew what the two kids meant that day. Something in them was connected. They were never more themselves than when they were together—and that didn’t change when Bella disappeared.

He lost his son that night, along with his daughter and grandchild. His body remained, but something in him went with her. Carlisle didn’t want to push him into moving on, but he couldn’t watch his son wither away before his life even began. Bella wouldn’t have wanted that either, but now, he understands how his son thinks he gave up. Didn’t he do the same?

“Alistair only gave me a little on her injuries,” Carlisle says after a few moments of silence. “What’s the prognosis? Do you have her chart?”

Edward nods, logging into his tablet and handing it over to his dad. It’s easier to let him read the notes than explain all of her injuries. She’s shattered—like a porcelain doll dropped on concrete. They can put her back together, and he plans to do so, but she’ll bear the scars forever. Both inside and out.

Aside from answering a few questions about her test results, Edward remains silent with his attention on his daughter as Carlisle reads. He can see parts of himself in her, like his eyes and dimples, but she looks more like Bella, and he can’t believe he missed it. The heart shaped face, button nose, and freckles . . . it’s like looking at an old photo of Bella. She’s swollen and bruised, but he has no doubt she’s just as beautiful as her mom.

“Do you know what the next step is, son?” his dad asks, pulling him out of his thoughts. “The police . . . do they know anything?”

He shakes his head solemnly. “The FBI should be here soon. But until they can talk to her or someone comes forward, there’s little to be done. I know they’ve reopened Bella’s case and Alistair mentioned something about a lawyer this morning. Probably not a bad idea.”

Carlisle nods in agreement as he rests his elbows on his knees, gazing at his bandaged granddaughter. “A lawyer’s a smart idea. I’ll handle that for you, if you’d like.”

The mood shifts slightly and it hits Edward that his dad is asking his permission to help him. When he lost Bella it was easy to push people away, to claim he could handle life on his own, and that led to a lot of years of little communication with his parents and family.

 “I’m sorry, Dad,” he confesses, furrowing his brow as he looks up. “I mean, you’ve done so much for me. And Mom. God, she might be an actual angel. I haven’t shown either of you how much you mean to be lately, and shutting you both out wasn’t my intention, but I still did it.”

Carlisle just smiles, taking Lucy’s other hand in his. “A lot has changed in fifteen years. If we focused on what we did and didn’t do, trying to change a past we can’t, we’ll never live in the present or look toward the future. Seeing this little girl here . . . seeing you with her, there’s nothing I want more than the great things the future holds. Before we do anything else, though, you should probably tell your mom.”

“I’m not sure if I’m ready,” he sighs, thinking about his mother with Lucy—her only granddaughter, which Esme has wanted more than anything. “Maybe, uh . . . you can bring her up tomorrow?”

Laughing, Carlisle nods. “Get used to sharing her.”

Aaargh! I’m so anxious to find out whether Bella’s alive or not *gnawin’ fingernails!*

~oOo~

ROB ATTACK

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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12853364/1/Wanderlust

Set Three years after New Moon. The Cullen family, sans Edward, is having a lazy afternoon watching YouTube videos when they stumble across a travel vlog that quickly leads to an obsession. The star of this blog? I’m sure you can guess. Rated M because this Bella is living her life. Eventual E/B.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Adventure/Friendship – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 11 – Words: 29,420 – Reviews: 236 – Favs: 133 – Follows: 260 – Updated: Mar 13 – Published: Mar 1 – id: 12853364

Havin’ discovered Bella’s travel vlog, the Cullens finally decide to do something about Edward!

“The only thing that has kept Edward from running back to Bella with his tail tucked between his legs is the fact that he thinks…and I mean truly believes… that Bella is living in a dorm room in some ivy league college and studying sappy English-Lit books while secretly pining away for him!”

“I’m not following…” Carlisle shook his head.

“Yeah, I was totally on board in the beginning and now I am lost…” Emmett added.

“Edward may be noble…but nobody is that noble. How would you all feel if your mate was off enjoying life without you and fucking every hot piece of meat that crossed their path while every pervert on the internet jacked off to it from their mothers basements!” Rose spouted.

“Rose!” Esme exclaimed.

“Sorry Esme, but it’s true. It would be much more easier for me to stay away from Emmett if I had no reason to believe that he would ever be able to move on without me.” Rose didn’t sound very apologetic at all.

“I see. So you are saying that Edward needs to be… motivated?” Carlisle seemed to be processing this information.

“Exactly.” Rose smiled.

“That shouldn’t be hard either… Bella got Hot!” Emmett whistled.

“Emmett!” Esme was getting more exasperated by the moment.

“Alright. Who here agrees with this…observation Rose has made?” Carlisle pinched the bridge of his nose.

I could already see the decision was made, I just couldn’t see any clear outcomes yet. “Fine.” I conceded. “But if this go’s bad…” I trailed off.

“How much worse could it get than it already is Alice?” Emmett huffed.

“Im just..I worry for Edward. I worry that Bella… she won’t take him back.” I whispered.

“Well, so… I guess we will be in the same predicament we are in now. Big deal.” Rose shrugged her shoulders.

“Alice. We need to have faith that it will all work out. I want my family back together. I’m so tired of living this way. I want Edward to come home, preferably with Bella.” Esme squeezed my hand in her motherly way.

“Alright. so… how are we going to do this?” I took an unnecessary deep breath.

“Text. Send him a link to the channel.” Emmett pulled out his cell phone.

“No!” I shouted. I had already debated that route earlier and the possible outcome was far from ideal.

“That won’t work in our favor. If we send him the link he won’t come home. At least, not for a while.” I explained.

“Okay… how about a picture then?

“As long as there isn’t a link or an identifier to where he can find more video or more photos, that will work.” I conceded, after seeing no other way.

“Perfect. How about this one?” Rose turns her phone to show me a topless Bella covering her chest with one arm while she took a selfie with a couple of girls and one of the boys from the travel bus. I remembered that particular video. They were at a topless beach in Brazil.

“No. A little too much. We need one of just Bella, and preferable with more clothing.” I gave Rose a withering stare. She was enjoying this a little too much.

In the end we decided on a photo of Bella on a pristine white beach in Cancun Mexico, wearing nothing but a tiny Two piece swimsuit while sitting on her surfboard, waiting for a wave. It was taken from behind her, with her back facing the camera as the sun was beginning to sink lower into the sky. A golden glow illuminated the red in her hair and cast a slight halo around her entire body. She had her head turned so she was looking over her shoulder, into the camera, with a mischievous smile on her face. It was sexy, but not raunchy, and it left enough to the imagination to have Edward calling my phone in seconds.

About Five seconds to be exact.

Incoming Call

Edward

Among all the angsty goodness goin’ around, this beautifully written, hilarious fic is a welcome breath of fresh air! Any typos are due to the fact she’s writin’ directly onto her iPad…without a keyboard!

~oOo~

ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12863463/1/Black-Tears

After the death of her father, Bella found herself having to take care of her ailing mother. With her brother, Jasper, away in another country, everything was fine until she lost her job, her perfect apartment and had to live in her car. That was all before a stranger offered her a job that would lead her to believe that beggars can’t be choosers.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Drama/Suspense – Chapters: 12 – Words: 36,875 – Reviews: 64 – Favs: 47 – Follows: 71 – Updated: Mar 13 – Published: Mar 10 – id: 12863463

WARNING! This is a DARK fic that includes sex for convenience, drug use and a miscarriage!

In the eight years since Edward and Rosalie left her behind to attend med school on the east coast, Bella has had a hard life! So, imagine her surprise…

My head was pounding with a massive headache as I tried to wake up. There was something pressed against my nose that tickled. I tried to raise my hand to scratch, but something was connected to my finger. I could hear voices, but I couldn’t hear what was being said. Once I got one eye open, I could see I was in a hospital room. For what? I wasn’t sure.

“Hey there, sleepy head,” a female voice said. I didn’t recognize who it was at first.

I turned my head, causing the pain to intensify, to try and see who was talking to me. “Fuck,” I swore from the pain. “Why the hell am I in a hospital?”

“Well, when you’re unconscious from being beaten up and bleeding all over the place, you usually end up in the hospital.”

I finally made visual contact with the person speaking to me. I knew her all too well, but I hadn’t seen her in over eight years.

“Rosalie?”

“The one and only.” She sat on the side of the bed next to me. “I never expected to reunite this way, but someone needs to keep me busy.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” The last time I saw Rosalie, she was getting on a plane with her twin brother, Edward, who had been the love of my existence most of my life.

“We just moved back. There was a job offer for the infamous Cullen doctors here in Seattle, so here we are,” she explained, looking more beautiful than the last time I saw her.

I was still a little confused and not completely awake. “Who’s we?”

“I think you got hit a little too hard on the head.” Then I heard someone else enter the room.

“Stop monopolizing the patients, Rose. I’m sure she has a headache the size of Bainbridge Island.”

That voice would be one that I’d never forget. “Edward?”

“Hi, Bella,” he said, finally coming into view. I was having a hard time seeing anything.

“Edward?” I couldn’t stop saying his name. “Is that really you?”

He walked around to the other side of my bed and sat in the chair. “In the flesh.”

“Why am I here?” I raised my hand and saw IV’s stuck in the top of my hand and my other one was in a cast. I tried looking over the rest of my body and noticed one of my legs was propped up on pillows; also in cast. “What the hell happened to me?”

“We don’t know the whole story, but some man brought you in. He said he found you like this. He thinks you were jumped because your car was gone and all your stuff from your purse was all over the ground,” Rosalie explained. “You have a broken arm, leg, collarbone, a few ribs and your nose is broken along with a small fracture to your left cheek bone. I don’t think I’ll need to do surgery, but we’ll have to wait for the swelling to go down before I can determine the damage.”

I could only see out of one eye and that was very minimal at best. “I have no clue what happened.” I was surprised I was able to talk clear enough. My voice sounding scratchy and my throat ached. “Is Jimmy here?”

“Who’s Jimmy?” Edward asked.

I closed my one good eye as I remembered the last thing I witnessed Jimmy doing. “He used to be my boss!” I growled.

“Oh,’ Rosalie said. “The good looking blonde pacing the waiting room? He’s barely left the hospital.”

“How long have I been here?” I felt so constricted and tried to sit up. “I need to sit up.”

Edward grabbed the remote and raised the head part of the bed. “More?”

“No; so how long?” I pointed to the cup on the rollaway tray and Rosalie hopped up to get it for me. She was wearing a white doctors jacket over her blue scrubs.

“Six days,” Edward answered. “You’ve been in and out of consciousness. It’s understandable with the massive concussion you have.”

I lay quietly until Rosalie stuck a straw to my lips. “Drink slow or you’ll make yourself sick.” She set my cup down. “Look, I gotta take off. I have an appointment in then minutes.” She kissed my cheek. “I’ll try and come by later and we can catch up.”

“Okay,” I agreed.

“Edward has some stuff to explain to you so he’ll be here a little longer.” She gave my good hand a light squeeze. “Use that button as much as you have to.”

She was gone a moment later and I was left in complete silence. I knew Edward was in the room, but I couldn’t look at him.

“What’s happened to you, Bella? You’re not the same person I remember.” I wasn’t about to jump into explaining how my life turned around after he left me. He lost that right when he stopped me all together.

“Obviously,” I said sarcastically. “Someone decided they wanted to kick my ass and leave me for dead.”

“Are you in trouble?” I ignored him. “You can tell me and I can help the best I can.”

“Just be my doctor. It’s none of your business about the rest.” I still couldn’t look at him.

“Bella?” He was about to lecture me.

“Don’t Edward; just don’t.”

“Fine.” I heard him say as he got up from the chair and shoved it back causing the legs to make a horrible sound across the floor. “You want me to only be your doctor, then here goes.”

He opened my file and started to read over it. “You tested positive for Benzoylicgonine which is also knows as cocaine. You also tested positive for pregnancy, but your HCG levels have dropped in the last two days which means your body is rejecting the pregnancy which could very well be from the beating your body sustained. You’re very underweight and that could be another reason you’re miscarrying.”

“Stop,” I said. I didn’t wanna hear anymore. I had no clue I was pregnant and definitely didn’t wanna be.

“No, as your doctor, you need to know this. If your body doesn’t expel the fetus completely then you’ll need to have a D&C to finish the process your body can’t complete.” By this time, tears were streaming down my cheeks. “Doing cocaine while you’re pregnant could lead to a number of things.”

“Just fucking shut up!” I yelled. I wiped at my face the best I could with my good hand. “I didn’t know I was pregnant.”

“How could you not know? You were three months along, Bella. Did that cocaine fuck up your head so much that you didn’t even realize you missed a period let alone three?”

“I didn’t know,” I said in a low voice. “Just leave it alone.” I cried harder. “Just leave it alone.”

He came to stand right next to me. “I can’t and I won’t. Something’s happened to you and I’m bound and determined to find the Bella I once loved.”

“I need you to leave me alone. If you truly loved me once, then you would’ve never. . . ” I stopped my sentence, not wanting to think about how I felt when he stopped all contact with me.

“I would have never what?” I kept my mouth shut. “Never have what, Bella? No need to keep it all bottled up now.”

Just when I was about to tell him, the door opened. “Dr. Cullen, you’re needed in 302.”

“I’ll be right there,” he said and waited for the door to close, again.

“This isn’t over. You’ll tell me sooner or later.”

When he reached for the door handle, “Don’t count on it,” I said. 

I could feel his eyes on me for a long minute before he left the room.

Whether or not Edward can handle the truth remains to be seen!

~oOo~ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12774608/1/Prey

Behind a painted smile lies secrets many wish to keep. A modern nightmare. Warning: drug use and sexual situations some might find uncomfortable.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Hurt/Comfort – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 33 – Words: 23,896 – Reviews: 277 – Favs: 66 – Follows: 135 – Updated: Mar 12 – Published: Dec 27, 2017 – id: 12774608

Edward and his parents have just moved into their new home…

Something about the pool deck calls to me. Maybe it’s the warmth. Maybe it’s the openness. But it’s now become my routine.

I don’t even get into the pool. I just sit out here, under the sun, and make shapes in the clouds. Needless to say, I’m mind-numbingly bored.

“Hey!” the familiar shout comes just moments after my neighbor’s back door slams close. Glancing up, I spy two blonde heads peeking at me from over the fence.

“Hey,” I call back.

“I’m Peter,” right grins. “That’s Garrett.”

“We’re twins, if you didn’t know.” Garrett tells me frankly.

“That’s cool,” I smile, glancing back at the clouds.

“What grade are you in?” Peter asks.

“Yeah,” Garrett interjects. “What grade?”

“Eleventh.”

“Cool!” Peter shrieks.

“We’re in first.” Garrett nods, grinning proudly.

“Definitely not babies,” I smile. They grin back, showing off missing teeth.

A movement over their heads draws my attention away. The second floor of their house is lined with wide, clear windows – so clear, you can see right through them into the room that lies beyond. A flash of one long, pale, bare leg draws my eyes to the rightmost window of the house. The leg extends, flexes, and drops slowly onto the bed its owner reclines against.

“- and, and we love baseball!” Peter finishes, flashing me a toothy grin.

“So do I,” I mutter, glancing back at the beguiling window. The owner of the long leg now stands with her back to me. She’s tall, willowy with long, shapely legs. My eyes greedily drink her in as she flips her silvery, white hair over her shoulder and strides out of the room.

“- teach us sometime because dad’s always too busy and Riley doesn’t know how to hit because he’s a pitcher.”

“Sure,” the words flow past my lips.

The boys sport matching toothless grins. I smile in return, mind conjuring the image of the girl in the window.

“Tomorrow?” Garrett asks, eyes wide, hopeful.

“Yeah,” I shrug.

“Okay!” Peter grins, cheeks pink with excitement. “Come teached us over here. . . and then we goin’ swimmin’ in your pool!”

A flicker of movement draws my attention back to that window. It’s open now, and the girl is back – sitting cross-legged on the floor.

“Yeah,” I agree, lips numb and mouth dry.

Tomorrow.

To be clear, Edward is not a predator! However, somebody fits that description and he becomes desperate to find out WHO and stop them!

“Good first day of school?” Mom asks, shoveling a heaping helping of cheesy goodness onto my plate. 

“Sure,” I shrug, forking in a piping hot mouthful. 

“Did you have a good time with Riley Swan?” She presses, smiling as she passes me the salad. Frowning, I drop a few leaves onto my plate before handing the bowl to Dad.

“Yeah, he’s a nice guy.”

“Hm,” Dad hums, frowning at my words. “I’ve heard otherwise.”

“Really?” I ask, interest piqued. Maybe this will give me some insight on Bella. “What have you heard?”

“Well,” Dad intones, folding his napkin across his lap. “Phil has mentioned – in passing – that Riley isn’t a conscientious child. Something about him shirking his familial responsibilities in order to further his social life. Not only that, but he is also physically aggressive with his peers. It’s a wonder he hasn’t been expelled for all the fights he’s instigated. Seems to me that he’s very selfish. Real shame, but every good family has a black sheep.”

“I don’t know,” I mutter, immediately jumping to his defense. Riley might be oblivious, but he means well and cares for his family. It’s very obvious, even in the minimal interactions I’ve had with him. This description of Riley just isn’t accurate. “Riley isn’t like that. He cares about his family a lot. The fights he’s been in were in his sister’s defense.”

Scowling, Dad puts down his fork and fixes me with a cold stare. “And you think her promiscuous behavior warrants a defense?”

“Yes – maybe – I don’t know. . . but, Dad. . . I think there’s something wrong with her – Bella. She’s just. . . she’s so sad and scared. I don’t know what it is but I feel like I need to help her. It’s like nobody else sees it but me.” The words come tumbling out of my mouth like word vomit. Through it all, Dad stares back at me with a blank, unblinking stare.

After the last words leave my mouth, the silence stretches between us. Dad stares back at me, eyes cool, calculating as he digests my words. After a beat, he takes a deep breath before speaking. “You need to leave that girl alone, Edward.” His words, although spoken softly, deliver a powerful blow. His eyes pin me to my seat, flashing with steely, unblinking authority.

What the hell?

~oOo~ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12823589/1/All-the-ways-you-know-me

Bella and Jacob are expecting their first child, when tragedy strikes. Lurking, still waiting for her chance at vengeance, is Victoria, who is emboldened by Jacob’s death.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Hurt/Comfort/Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 41 – Words: 83,367 – Reviews: 365 – Favs: 107 – Follows: 194 – Updated: Mar 13 – Published: Feb 3 – id: 12823589

He had watched.

Lurked, or stalked, more like, he thought of himself on his worse days.

His cause, on better days, he told himself, was noble.

Jacob was gone, and she was alone. He would keep her safe until. . . he was less certain about when that would end. There were so many things that could hurt her. Some of them, he could protect her from. Others, he could only wish to.

She wept, and then slept restlessly most nights, from grief, or discomfort, he couldn’t tell. It was frustrating. It made him ache in fresh ways to not be able to soothe those tears.

Her health concerned him. She was carrying her pregnancy well, but he could hear small blips and dislocated beats in her body that he didn’t like. He would ask Carlisle about the strange melody of her heart, and the baby’s. They didn’t seem. . . right, to him.

He’d resumed his silent surveillance after Alice had called him. She’d been able to see Bella again, in more than fits and starts, and what she saw had rattled her enough that they’d both come back.

But only Edward had stayed.

Edward’s concern for the baby prompts him to call Carlisle back to Forks!

“We have no place here Edward-none-we left.” Carlisle said, his voice cold.

“We didn’t know what we were leaving,” Edward said, “I was wrong, I know, but—we can’t leave her now, not until Victoria is dealt with.”

“You seemed content to leave her with Jacob. What’s wrong with the rest of the wolves?” Carlisle asked “Hmm? You know, as well as I do that this has nothing to do with Victoria, and everything to do with your feelings. Don’t do me the disservice of lying, after what you asked me to do today.”

Edward glowered. Content was not the word he’d use. Far from it.

“I was wrong to leave,” he said, “we’ve all known that since. . . ” he couldn’t quite finish the statement.

“Yes,” Carlisle said. “We have.”

“It’s different now,” Edward said, “Jacob’s gone—”

“Exactly,” Carlisle said, “and do you think she would really welcome your presence, after what you heard today?” He gestured towards the hospital.

“She won’t need to,” Edward hissed at him. “I won’t intrude. I just mean to see her safe.”

“In her bedroom?” Carlisle challenged him.

Edward looked down. “And you would have me leave her helpless and alone?”

“There were wolves watching her, Edward. You know that.”

There were, but not close enough. Not to his satisfaction. And now that he was back, they’d retreated to their own territory.

“I will keep her safe, until we’ve dealt with Victoria,” Edward said again.

Carlisle could see that he wouldn’t be swayed, so he pulled out his only card. “Then,” he sighed, “we should all be here. To deal with this. So you can at least be in the open. To maintain our appearances.”

Edward looked at him, horrified. “I promised her,” he said, “no, we can’t do that!”

“Then,” Carlisle said, “leave, and let the wolves deal with this. She is the mother to one of their children, Edward. They will keep her safe.”

But he couldn’t. He literally couldn’t leave. It felt like something was slicing up, and inside him, simply to consider it. He sucked in a breath, and then pushed it out again with the words, “Fine, we’ll settle here again, then.”

“You heard what she said,” Carlisle said, lifting his chin towards the building.

Edward nodded.

“This will not make her happy,” Carlisle went on.

Edward nodded again. “But it will keep her safe.” And right now, that would be enough.

Lemme just say that Vampward with a baby is too stinkin’ cute for words!

~oOo~ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/8788207/1/I-See-Dead-People

Bella Swan comes to Forks with something a little… extra. What will she do when she realizes that it’s not just a group of ridiculously attractive teenagers she’s going to High School with, but ones that have a little something ‘extra’ too? Her life has already changed once, is she ready for three of them to change it again? And are they ready for her?

Rated: Fiction T – English – Romance/Humor – Bella, Jasper – Chapters: 28 – Words: 148,594 – Reviews: 1,247 – Favs: 1,765 – Follows: 997 – Updated: Apr 2, 2014 – Published: Dec 12, 2012 – Status: Complete – id: 8788207

Normally, I’m a die-hard Edward / Bella shipper! However, if you’re open to a truly unique experience, you’ll enjoy I See Dead People! Bella’s dead great-gran has to be one of the most lovable original characters since Kevin in Deb’s Angel Series and that’s sayin’ somethin’ LOL!

Bella still hadn’t figure out exactly why she could see Nan, and only Nan. (If it truly was an extrasensory gift, then it only applied to her, something she was extremely grateful for, even more so when her mother moved them into a house across the road from a graveyard.)

She had asked her once, but Nan appeared to be as uninformed as her. Either that or she was deliberately being vague in a ‘I can’t share the secrets of the universe’ kind of way. All she had said was that she was there to look out for her.

“Consider me your own personal guardian angel,” she had said with a smile.

Durin’ lunch on Bella’s first day at Forks High School…

“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?”

Bella squinted. Now that she looked harder, she realized how unnaturally pale they all were and how they were dressed rather. . .light for strolling around outside in January. Sure, she probably wasn’t one to judge (Hello! Sitting outside in the cold) but she had a thick, wool jacket on. And why were they entering the cafeteria from the outside anyways? Where were they coming from? They also appeared to share the same golden eyes.

But she had a feeling that none of those things were what Nan was referring too. No, she was undoubtedly talking about the almost indiscernible shimmery silver glow that encased all six members.

She turned to Nan, seeing the same, slightly brighter glow. Depends. What exactly are you seeing?

“Death.”

Wow. Melodramatic much? The group had finally reached the cafeteria doors and Bella watched as a younger red-haired girl who had just exited stepped back in awe and managed to catch a brief glimpse of the back of the fifth member as they entered. Despite the length of the golden hair, the slight swagger to their walk and the leanness of their frame made her absolutely certain it was a he. She admired the flex of his shoulders under the dark green fabric (‘my favorite color’ she noted absently) and the way the faded blue jeans he wore hugged his. . . *ahem* hips. She wondered if the front looked as good as the back.

I’m pretty sure they’re not ghosts. That girl there is obviously seeing them. Said girl wavered on her feet. She looks like she’s going to swoon actually.

“I didn’t say they were ghosts, Chime.”

So what? Some mad scientist injected a bunch of teenage corpses with some experimental serum and they came back all ‘re-animator’ style? She chuckled. Or better yet, maybe they’re all. . . she trailed off. Oh god, they’re vampires, aren’t they? She groaned and began thumping her head against the tree.

Best. First. Day. Ever.

~oOo~

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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7617777/1/Proud-Fictionista-Witfit-Prompts-Winter-2011-2012

Based on Fictionista Workshop’s Witfit prompts. There’s nothing quite like a man who works with his hands for a living. AH, OOC.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Drama – Edward, Bella – Chapters: 68 – Words: 109,910 – Reviews: 5,344 – Favs: 1,483 – Follows: 1,134 – Updated: Mar 26, 2012 – Published: Dec 8, 2011– Status: Complete – id: 7617777

Don’t let the long damn title put you off readin’ one of the best Bluecollarward’s I’ve come across in a while!

Times are tough and McCarty Custom Cabinetry isn’t immune to the bad economy, despite a spate of rich clients with homes along the North Shore of Long Island, New York.

I unload my saws and buckets of tools into the garage attached to the office before heading inside to look for Emmett.

“I have another job for you,” he says from behind his desk. I’m sitting across from him, breathing a sigh of relief that I won’t be unemployed. “Remember the site survey I went on a few weeks ago out in Old Brookville?”

I nod. “The kitchen renovation with the possible wine cellar?”

“That’s the one. We got the call yesterday. I have some of the materials on order and we should be able to start on the kitchen next week. They’re not sure about the rest yet.”

“Okay. Do you have plans for me to look at?”

“Just preliminary so far. In the meantime, can you have the DiSanto job wrapped up by the end of the week?”

“Yeah, there are just a few punch list items left.”

“Good. This job should take a while. The kitchen is enormous and the client is a bored housewife with very specific tastes. There’s a custom spice rack and some special cabinets she wants. She didn’t really give me time to measure properly so you’ll need to finalize the plans as part of the job.”

I sigh and run a hand through my hair. Bored housewives are the worst people to work for; they tend to look to me to alleviate that boredom. Early on, I would happily answer their questions and engage them in conversation about what I was doing. But I quickly learned lonely housewives didn’t really care about what I was doing so much as they were interested in what they thought I could do for them. I dreaded getting propositioned on a job, but it happened often enough that Emmett and I had a procedure in place when it did.

“How worried do I need to be?” I ask him warily.

“I think you’ll be fine, Edward. She’s young, but not particularly friendly. She should leave you alone.”

“Okay, good.” I’m relieved. He’s usually good at reading who I do and don’t have to worry about. It’s not as if I’m not tempted on occasion, but this is my job and I need it more than I need a quick roll in the hay with some rich guy’s wife. Besides, I respect Emmett way too much to ever put his business in jeopardy.

~oOo~ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12847635/1/Bat-Zoned

Friend zone, dead zone, twilight or bat zone? It’s not a multiple choice question. It isn’t a choice at all.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Supernatural – Bella, Edward – Words: 6,400 – Reviews: 43 – Favs: 57 – Follows: 52 – Published: Feb 23 – Status: Complete – id: 12847635

BONUS ONE SHOT YOU WON’T WANT TO MISS!

He had been at the sanctuary for a nearly a year when she first arrived, dragged in by her friend in an effort to prove that bats were not the scary creatures horror movies made them out to be. 

She was not particularly keen on any of the bats her friend had shown her, at least not until she saw him. He was a magnificent specimen – a Malaysian flying fox (Pteropus vampyrus) with bronze-brown fur and velvety black skin on his folded wings – and the moment she set eyes on him, she was captivated.

She stared at him, caught in his adorable round-eyed gaze, not even noticing that he had slowly stretched his wings out until they reached their full six-foot span. She gasped, her eyes widening at his display, but when she spied the other blatant sign of his prowess, her heart rate increased and she became a little breathless.

She signed up that day to volunteer.

To say there’s more to this magnificent specimen than meets the eye is an understatement *wink!*

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So, which fics are you dyin’ to rec to your friends?

Happy Thursday, y’all!

Rita

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Random Rita ~ A Look into the Future!

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Afternoon, ladies!

A not too distant look, I hope!

So, I was gonna sit on this bit of gossip until she actually started (re)postin’ but it’s provin’ to be impossible…I’m far too giddy with excitement not to share the wonderful news!

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(banner by Mina Rivera)

Direct quote from the author:

Coming soon … 

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We’ve been waitin’ to hear this news for YEARS!!!

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Happy Thursday, y’all!

Rita

ROB ATTACK

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Random Rita ~ More Monday Mayhem!

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Evenin, ladies, and HAPPY NEW YEAR…seein’ as it’s still January!

With my first offerin’ of 2018, I bring you a variety of genres from high adventure to period romance, crime drama to high school drama and endin’ with a pair of supernatural fics with some intriguin’ twists and turns!

One of more of them should be right up your alley!ROB ATTACK(banner by MarieCarro Vanadessë)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12815303/1/Skyjacked

When the unthinkable happens on the way to visit her brother, Bella finds herself in terrible danger. More than just the elements are against her and the others as they fight for survival on a deserted island. She finds not only safety in Edward, but also her soulmate. Will that be enough if they aren’t rescued in time? Will danger continue to follow them?

Rated: Fiction M – English – Drama/Romance – Bella – Words: 1,982 – Reviews: 33 – Favs: 69 – Follows: 139 – Published: Jan 27 – id: 12815303

If that gorgeous banner is anything to go by, Sue has a real treat in store for us! So far, we just have the prologue but I’m already more than excited for her to start regular postin’ to find out what happened to land everybody in such a precarious predicament!

The five men we had last seen disappearing toward the horizon almost two weeks ago had not yet seen us and I was about to suggest we move inside the tree-line when Alice stepped up behind us out of the shade and into the light. 

“Hey, you two. Why didn’t you wait for me?” Her exclamation was loud, and at the sound of her voice, the heads of all four men turned in our direction. 

“Damn it, Alice. Don’t you ever notice your surroundings?” I whispered harshly. 

However, the damage was done, and the wide smile on the face I recognized as that of the leader, told me we were in a very bad situation.

“Both of you get behind me and move back slowly under the trees. Do not move from there until I tell you to, and if you get the chance, run.”

Alice, ever the ‘look after yourself first’ type of person, of course, did as she was told for the first time ever. But Bella? Somehow, I knew she wouldn’t.

“I’m not leaving,” she murmured. Wryly, I had to acknowledge that at least she’d stepped behind me, if nothing else.

Fair warnin’…this fic is not for you if you are in any way Team Jacob! The rest of us will enjoy the hell out of it LOL!

~oOo~ROB ATTACK(banner by FallingSnow Winter)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12778242/1/Passion-and-Propriety

There is absolutely nothing improper about the Vicar of Forkton’s spinster daughter nursing the badly wounded Viscount Masen back to health. Isabella is far too sensible to develop feelings for a man of Lord Masen’s wealth and position . . . a man who is determined to break the curse that has plagued his family for generations by letting his bloodline die out.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Drama – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 24 – Words: 75,089 – Reviews: 2,042 – Favs: 379 – Follows: 645 – Updated: 3h ago – Published: Dec 29, 2017 – id: 12778242

I just love it when a favorite author misses us so much they come back after years LOL! Elise has returned to us with a period romance you will find irresistible!

Edward was on fire, pinned down and unable to escape the burning pain.

The screams of men and horses rose above the heavy thud of the big guns spewing their deadly missiles. The battle for Arapiles, south of Salamanca, had begun well. The English-fired shrapnel, a new development, shifted the balance in the favour of the Anglo-Portuguese troops, but still their losses were great. Cut down by a spray of fragmented shell casings fired by the superior French guns, Edward’s cavalry unit was decimated. His personal demons—images of his men, his friends—swirled through his mind, their faces hovering before him. Then a real spectre appeared.

“We’ll have to remove your arm, Captain.”

The army surgeon loomed over him while the lantern above his head swung to and fro, in time with the familiar but unexpected sway of the ocean.

Edward felt steel cutting through his flesh.

“Not my arm!” he roared, struggling against their hold.

“Shh,” a woman’s voice soothed, her cool hand caressing his brow. “It’s going to be all right.”

His pride decimated by pain, Edward’s demands turned to pleas.

“Don’t take my arm. Please, I beg of you.”

“We’re trying to save it.” The unknown woman’s voice was soft, in stark contrast to the vicious pain radiating from his limb.

“Just let me die.”

“I can’t do that. You must fight to live”—the sweet voice scolded before changing to that of his father’s cruel tone—“but it would be better if you had never been born.”

Edward flinched away from his sire’s angry face. At least he had done one thing right, leaving no heir behind to bear the burden of the Masen Curse or hear such hateful words from a father.

Over and over, he returned to the war—different battles, different fields, but the sounds of gunfire and the smell of blood and death always the same. When it all became too much, his angel’s voice drew him back to the bed where he lay in his father’s room. How, in God’s name, he had arrived at his abhorrent location he had no idea.

Even if you think you’re not in the right head space for one…you will be for this one, I guarantee!

~oOo~ROB ATTACK(banner by HeartforTwilight Productions)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12742614/1/Eala

Edward Cullen and Bella Swan have an instant attraction from the first night he walks into her pub. The mob boss and the enforcer’s daughter have more in common than they know. Danger is the name of the game, but they must be willing to sacrifice their love for their safety. Will their secrets stay hidden, or will they spill along with their blood?

Rated: Fiction M – English – Angst/Drama – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 9 – Words: 22,490 – Reviews: 367 – Favs: 317 – Follows: 608 – Updated: Jan 25 – Published: Nov 30, 2017 – id: 12742614

Good Mobward fics are a joy forever and Alyscia’s Eala is no exception, especially with a bad ass Bella chafin’ at Edward’s reluctance to expose her to his world!

A moss-covered log cabin was the last place I thought my dad would take me. It was a ten-mile jog through dense trees to get to, and it was easy to overlook and run right past like I almost did, until my dad yelled at me to stop. “What is this place, Dad?” I asked in awe.

“Repeat yourself in Russian,” he demanded.

I huffed, “Chto eto za mesto, Papy?”

“Now Italian.”

“Cos’è questo posto, Papà?” I knew before he asked, so I repeated the phrase one last time in Gaelic. “Cad é an áit seo, Daid?”

“Perfect, sweetheart. You’re doing amazing; the accents are dead on. This is our safe house. I don’t want to use it, but I’m worried our security has been compromised.” His voice went from proud to serious.

I looked around and nodded.

“You come here if anything happens, Bella. You won’t have to worry about anything, I have everything taken care of.” Dad patted my back.

I felt numb at this information. “But nothing will happen, right, Dad?” I turned and faced him, the only person on this planet that I felt safe with.

He looked tired, with the weight of the world on his shoulders, but he was my hero. “I hope not, cailín leanbh.”

I opened my eyes, taking in my surroundings. I breathed in, closing my eyes at the peace. Edward came clean to me last night.

He’s a mafia prince. And because of what his family is, his mother was murdered much like my father. We talked until the sun started to rise. We talked about our childhoods, our dads, and his mom.

I began to smile, remembering the words he said before he left.

“You are my girl. I lied the other night. I just can’t risk your life, Bella. I don’t know how long we can make it work, but I want every minute of it. With you.”

“I’ll take it,” I whispered against his lips.

Nothing that he told me bothered me. What bothered me was his last name; Cullen. Something deep inside me told me I knew it from somewhere.

I got up out of bed and began my routine. I went for a run, I hit the shooting range, and ended at the gym. I felt eyes on me when I started sparring with two guys. My eyes wandered around the room, and they set on some very intense green ones. I felt hands grabbing my arms; he must have thought I wasn’t paying attention. I quickly knocked him on his ass and repeated for the second guy before calling it a day.

I’m waitin’ for Edward to realize what an invincible team he and Bella would make ’cause she’s very much capable of takin’ care of herself!

~oOo~ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12741123/1/Vancouver-Waves

At school, Edward Cullen and Bella Swan exist in entirely different social circles. One chance encounter allows them to see themselves in a new light, however, they agree to keep their budding friendship under wraps. With each harboring their own secrets, the question remains: which one will fall first? AU/AH

Rated: Fiction M – English – Family/Hurt/Comfort – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 7 – Words: 51,491 – Reviews: 268 – Favs: 209 – Follows: 425 – Updated: Jan 25 – Published: Nov 28, 2017 – id: 12741123

High school drama at its finest LOL! As the story begins, Bella is 15 and Edward just turns 16. Their fathers are colleagues and a dinner between the families sparks a secret friendship!

Bella’s here. In my room. With me.

It’s equal parts terrifying and exciting. I feel as if she’s just taking it all in, filing it away somewhere to consider later. Like a real therapist, who knows? She’s looking around now, her eyes rarely lingering on anything until they just do. She steps towards my pin-up board above my desk, where I have a large map of the world pinned.

“What are these?” she asks, her fingers reaching out to touch one of many a red pin. “Places you want to go?”

“Places I’ve been,” I correct, and her eyes widen. “Swimming kind  of takes me places. I like to keep track of all of them. It kind of makes me feel as if I’ve actually accomplished something.”

Her eyes meet mine for a moment, and the ridiculous feeling of sounding stupid disappears. “So, you like traveling?”

“Love it,” I say. “I’m headed to Singapore next.”

“When?”

“August.” I don’t mention Irvine, California, because why should I? It’s definitely not as glamorous as Singapore.

She lets out a breath. “What’s happening in Singapore?”

“The Youth Olympic Games.”

She smiles at me. “I didn’t even know there was such a thing.”

“It’s new,” I tell her. “The first of its kind.”

She nods thoughtfully, her intelligent eyes taking in the other pins.

“No South Africa, huh?” she asks, clearly referring to the World Cup that’s just begun.

I shake my head. “My father wanted to go, maybe catch a few of the World Cup games, but work.” I don’t mention how a trip abroad that’s not for swimming would just mess with my training schedule.

Not many people understand my dedication, and I don’t want to scare her away.

She nods her head in understanding, because she does understand, doesn’t she?

Oh, and here’s Bella’s first look at Edward in trainin’ *swoon!*

Because it’s Tuesday, Edward’s afternoon training session consists of an hour of dry-land training before he even gets in the pool. It looks like it hurts, all the core exercises and muscle-strengthening.

The facility itself is amazing. It’s probably the best in the city, which isn’t really far-fetched if Edward is training here to reach his Olympic dream. I can’t imagine Carlisle Cullen picking anything else for his son.

When he does get ready for the pool, and his tracksuit comes off; I can’t stop myself from staring. Jessica was right. His abs are to die for. It’s actually not fair. He’s lean and muscular, and it doesn’t look as if he’s finished growing at all. He’ll get taller, and he’ll get stronger, and I wish with all my might that he’ll get faster too. He deserves it.

There’s been so much action and drama packed into the seven chapters already posted, I’m anxiously awaitin’ the next update(s)!!!

~oOo~ROB ATTACK(original edit by Sally.vg@InRobWeLust)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12808992/1/Ghostly-Double

A doppelgänger (/ˈdɒpəlˌɡɛŋər/ or /-ˌɡæŋər/; German: [ˈdɔpl ˌɡɛŋɐ] ( listen), literally “double-goer”) is a look-alike or double of a living person, sometimes portrayed as a ghostly or paranormal phenomenon and usually seen as a harbinger of bad luck. True Rating: MA Strong language.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Supernatural – Chapters: 5 – Words: 19,440 – Reviews: 31 – Favs: 14 – Follows: 29 – Updated: Jan 27 – Published: Jan 21 – id: 12808992

Fifteen-year-old Bella meets Anthony Mason and his brother, Emmett, when she arrives in Forks to live with her father. Little does she know her new boyfriend has a deep, dark secret…but she’s about to find out!

I couldn’t pinpoint what was going on, but something wasn’t right. Anthony even acted weird toward me from time to time. I brushed it off as pressure from his studying and homework he needed to get done to prepare him for graduating.

No big deal, right?

I couldn’t be more wrong.

We decided to meet in our normal lunch time spot, even though it was freezing outside, so I made my way to the back wall. I finally felt like I had enough balls to ask him what was going on; why was he acting weird?

Turning that corner changed my life completely. It would never be the same, again.

Emmett had Jane against the wall with his face tucked into the side of her neck. At first, I thought they were having a hot and heavy make-out session, but when Emmett heard me come to a screeching halt, he looked up only for me to see red running down his chin.

Unless I was hallucinating, it was blood and he had fangs. That’s when I realized I had to get the hell out of dodge.

Anthony and Emmett take her to see their parents, Marcus and Claire, who explain things to a hysterical Bella. Although she eventually accepts them for who/what they are, more drama causes the whole family to disappear into the night so she hightails it back to her mother in Florida!

We were sitting, enjoying our sandwiches when a petite girl, around my age, approached us, “Hi, Ms. Swan.”

“Hi, Alice. We’re not in school anymore, so call me Renee.” Mom smiled up at her. “How are you?”

“I’m good. Glad that summer school is over; no offense,” she replied, quickly.

Mom gasped, “Oh, shoot. Where’s my manners? Alice, this is my daughter, Isabella. You’ll get to see her this school year. She just moved here from Washington.” I had told mom while we were trying on our dresses that I wanted to stay. She was excited that I wanted to live with her, again.

Alice stepped forward, extending her hand to me, “Hi! It’s great to meet you. Your mom talked so much about you during school or whenever her and Phil came over to our house.”

“I’m afraid to ask.” I smiled up at her, “It’s great to meet you, too.”

“So, Renee, you getting cold feet, yet?”

“Oh, heck no. Phil might, though. You may have to make sure your dad drags him to the altar,” mom suggested.

“I’m positive dad will make sure he’s there.” She glanced over at me, “Phil and my dad are best-friends, and my older brother Evan is Phil’s teammate,” Alice explained.

It seemed that I was so out of the loop with everything. I knew Phil had a best-friend named Carlisle, but I didn’t know he had any kids.

“You’re gonna be there, right? I know I spoke with your mom, and she said all of you were coming,” my mother inquired, raising her eyebrows in question.

Alice giggled, “I wouldn’t miss it. Edward’s even taking the day off from practice to come.”

It was my turn to raise my brows in question, wondering who they were talking about.

“Edward works himself too hard. He already knows he has a secure spot on the team.” Mom smiled and patted the seat next to her, “Why don’t you join us?”

“Let me order and I’ll be right back,” Alice said excitedly.

I leaned across the table to whisper to my mom, “I didn’t know Carlisle had kids?”

“Oh, yeah; three actually. Evan’s the oldest, and then Edward then Alice is the baby.” She patted my hand that was on the table.

“You’ll get to meet them Saturday. They’ll be at the wedding.”

Dun, da, da, duuuuun!

~oOo~ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/11470212/1/Number-Our-Days

Bella Swan is a time traveler, drifting between the past and present. Can the Cullens help her find the cure before time runs out?

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Adventure – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 32 – Words: 110,110 – Reviews: 1,138 – Favs: 1,229 – Follows: 700 – Updated: Mar 17, 2016 – Published: Aug 26, 2015 – Status: Complete – id: 11470212

I wasn’t too sure how closely this would follow The Time Traveler’s Wife, either the book or the movie, but I was more than pleasantly surprised by how vampires enhance TwistedKey’s plot!

The familiar sensation of time travel began.

It swooped from the crown of my head to my toes. The room lightened slightly. I turned my hand over and studied it. An incandescent glow was dancing under my skin. Renee told me once that my time traveling was beautiful. Beautiful and terrifying. My body seemed to emit the light from inside out, illuminating even the darkest of rooms. I vanished in a burst of white light, like a flash from camera.

The pull backwards was stronger than I ever experienced. An invisible net seemed to ensnare me completely, dragging my body from the bed and throwing me into the frightening abyss of time.

This trip was getting stranger by the minute. I went to the door and locked it, then hurried over to the newspaper. A theory was forming in my mind, but I refused to give into it until I had proof.

“The Chicago Tribune: August 3, 1908.”

Still disbelieving, I let the paper slip through my fingers. There was a window on the far wall. I ran to it, standing on tiptoe to see the outside world.

What I saw was not my world.

I allowed myself two minutes of unbridled panic. Never in my ten years of traveling had I been dragged so far from my own time. Typically, I landed in places somehow related to me. In the past, I’ve seen my parents marry a dozen times, been at the hospital on the night of my birth, and even watched myself disappear for the first time.

But I had no connection to this place. I had been dumped here, alone and friendless, nearly hundred years from home.

Well, her connection is just about to show up!

“Can I help you, miss?”

The maid from downstairs stood in the foyer; her eyes were narrowed. I folded my arms, momentarily thrown. I needed an excuse to be here. Something to convince her to let me be on my way. A flush spread across my cheeks as the silence lengthened. Before I could speak, a boy bounded into the room. He was seven or eight years old. His green eyes stared up at me in excitement.

“Hello! Are you my new nanny?”

“I’m . . . inquiring about the position, yes.”

I had some babysitting experience. Could a few decades change the way we minded children?

“Edward, don’t bother the girl,” the maid snapped. “Why don’t you find your mother? She’ll be waiting to conduct the interview.”

“Why don’t you go find her?”

I saw an opening and seized it. “Yes, that sounds like a good idea. I’ll entertain him until then.”

It was two against one. I waited until her footsteps died away before I turned back to the boy. “Edward, was it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said formally. “Edward Anthony Masen Junior. Pleasure to meet you.”

“Pleasure to meet you as well,” I laughed. “My name is Bella Swan.”

“Let’s go, Miss Bella,” Edward beamed, his solemnity forgotten. He took my hand. I let him lead me through the house to the parlor, where several toys were strewn around the room. He urged me to sit down, then explained that we were going to play charades. I pretended to be ignorant of the rules to collect my thoughts.

This trip was definitely the most unusual one so far. But I had been in difficult situations before. It was all about adapting to the challenge.

Isn’t baby Edward adorable? This won’t be the last time Bella crosses his path in her travels, although her next encounter with him will prove quite a shock!

~oOo~

ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/9989843/1/In-Fate-s-Hands

That one vision changed everything, Alice stumbled into the Cullen’s family distraught, empty and alone. That one vision meant Alice thought Jasper was dead, that he was never coming back. Now seven decades later, how will she cope when she finds out she’s been wrong all this time?

Rated: Fiction T – English – Romance/Hurt/Comfort – Alice, Jasper – Chapters: 66 – Words: 245,891 – Reviews: 579 – Favs: 160 – Follows: 182 – Updated: Dec 4, 2017 – Published: Jan 4, 2014 – Status: Complete – id: 9989843

I don’t believe I’ve ever rec’d an Alice ‘n Jasper fic before but I was intrigued by the summary when I looked it up after findin’ it listed as a TwifanfictionRecs Top Ten Completed Fics Nomination for December 2017!

I relaxed slightly as I heard Carlisle’s thoughts slip into my own.

He’d been missing over two hours without even a phone call in explanation.

Finally Carlisle entered the house and the blonde man trailed behind him, close but never within reach. His face and hands were so badly scarred that I unconsciously cringed away from him. He looked around warily as the rest of the family came to the door. I caught Carlisle’s eye as he began to explain his meeting with the strange vampire beside him.

After the initial fussing from Esme, Carlisle had introduced our family to the silent stranger. He had a lot of questions but didn’t voice them. He was confused mostly about our eyes, about how we could all be so civil to one another, but he stood silently beside Carlisle.

“Where’s Alice?” Carlisle asked.

“Upstairs” Esme told him, gazing worriedly towards the girls room.

“I’ll go and fetch her.” I would have offered to go myself, knowing that Alice was still struggling against her visions but I didn’t trust this new guest enough to leave.

A short time later I heard Alice and Esme begin to descend the stairs, Alice’s footsteps were sloppy and uncoordinated, all her focus on the throbbing pain in her head that was gradually getting more and more unbearable. It was the worst I’d ever seen it I heard her stumble on the stairs, and got up to see what was going on. “I’m fine” she told Esme, but her voice was hectic. The nomads head swung around to the door as she opened it. Alice took a few uneven steps into the room before she looked up and froze. Her eyes widened as she stared at the nomad.

“Jasper?” The strangled cry was all that she could do before whatever she’d been pushing away broke and we were both thrown into a frantic string of visions. Scene after scene, but they were different, they were in the past. Each and every one featured the blonde nomad.

“Catch her” I called through gritted teeth as Alice’s legs buckled.

Bella jumped up and pulled Alice into her arms, visions were forcing themselves through her mind, too intense to even allow her to think. She struggled in my wife’s arms, whimpering helplessly. Her eyes were hooded and dazed.

It began to take its toll on me, as visions began to overlap and the family grew more and more concerned. The voices in my head got louder. When Bella saw that I was struggling she extended her shield around Alice to block her visions from me. We were all so caught up with Alice that at first none of us noticed the nomad, or Jasper as we now knew, slide down the wall clutching his head.

“What’s going on?” Carlisle asked looking between the two of them.

“Whatever he can do, it’s not mental, I can’t block her from him.” Bella said.

I concentrated on Jasper’s mind, trying to connect his thoughts. He was trying to push something away from himself and when that didn’t work he was trying to figure out a balance. ‘Calm’ his mind chanted. Finally I found it “He’s feeling our emotions.”

“An empath?” Carlisle questioned finally knowing the reason for his breakdown in the ally, he felt the emotions of his victims. I nodded.

“What can we do?” Asked Esme, stroking Alice’s back. I thought back to what little I’d seen of her visions, the ones she’d pushed away all these years. They all contained Jasper. Her reaction was exactly the same during her surprise appearance in 1937 when she stumbled through our door scared and upset. It was all connected.

“There’s nothing we can do for Alice, this is what she’s been blocking, visions of him. She’s seeing every one of them starting from 1937” the rest of the family looked over to Jasper wondering how the two individuals were linked. He was still clutching his head and I started to feel pluses of fear and panic that weren’t my own.

‘Is he doing that?’ Carlisle thought, I nodded. “I think so, but he’s not conscious of it.” I told him. I turned to Esme and Bella “Take Alice upstairs until she calms down.

The effect on Jasper was almost instant, his body slumped. “Who the hell is she?” He snapped.

“You don’t know her?” I checked. He shook his head. “She certainly knows a lot about you.” He pushed his hair back from his face.

Now that he couldn’t pick up her emotions he began to calm down.

“What can she do?”

I looked over at Carlisle to make sure It was ok to tell him. Carlisle nodded. “She can see the future.” His eyes widened “She been blocking some of her visions for decades and we never knew why. . . I think they were about you.”

Despite all the spellin’ and grammatical errors, this young author, who was only 16 when she started writin’, has given us a surprisingly deep, sophisticated story that still has me rivited…I’m on chapter 53 *eyeroll!*

So broaden your horizons and give her a chance to astound you!

What fics have astounded you since my last post?

Happy Monday, y’all!

ROB ATTACK

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Random Rita ~ It Must Be Christmas!

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Best wishes for the holidays, ladies!

There were too many wonderful Christmas fics to choose from, especially after the release of the Naughty and Nice Contest entries, so today’s featured fics cover other genres, as well!

My first two recs are out of this world…literally, by two authors you may not have heard of until now but I’m sure it won’t be the last!ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12732842/1/Only-the-Beginning

“She wants to rant and scream hurtful profanities at this life invader, while the other half of her wants to pull him on top of her and scream about something else entirely.” AU, E/B, OOC, Alienward

Rated: Fiction M – English – Supernatural/Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 19 – Words: 31,520 – Reviews: 318 – Favs: 139 – Follows: 280 – Updated: Dec 19 – Published: Nov 21 – id: 12732842

Bella Swan pulls her shoes off, grimacing at the smell of French fries emitting from her uniform, and slouches against her plush couch with a sigh. Her feet were mega sore from the double shift she pulled at Ollie’s, brain tired and numb from the hours of repetitive tasks.

Her mind eventually wanders and she begins musing over some conversations she had with some customers she’d served when her entire house shakes and the lights all around her flicker on and off rapidly before suddenly dimming to black.

She inhales in surprise, her trembling hands find her phone and switches it on for light.

What was that loud boom sound she heard? It lasted only seconds, but enough to spook her. And enough to alert her giant, lazy great dane, Red. Normally a dog who rarely raises his head to bark at the weekly mailman, his behavior now is strange. Red’s ears are low and his teeth bared, the only sound coming from him a low, but threatening growl.

Something feels wrong to Bella, but she brushes it off with logic.

The frigid night air hits Bella like a slap in the face as she opens the front door. She has a flashlight in one hand, her father’s knife in the other. Her cell phone is resting comfortably in her back pocket next to an extra pair of batteries for her flashlight – she feels ready for whatever may be ahead.

She follows the rock pathway to the driveway and makes her way to the backyard, sticking close the edge of the house. Her fist tightens around the knife, and then around her flashlight to steady it from her nervous shaking. Why is she so afraid?

She scans the backyard with a heavy beam of light, coming to a shaky stop on an old tool shed she’s never once bothered to go in. It’s completely demolished. The roof looks as if it caved in so significantly that the walls around it exploded. Littered pieces of wood scattered around the main mess, the light from her flashlight beaming off pieces of glass from the shattered shed window.

Bella’s breaths become labored, and her stomach rises to her throat.

The crater next to the shed is the size of a VW Bug with a sizable trail at the end that snakes into the forest. Her jaw is hung open in awe, she’s never seen anything like this in her twenty-two years. She is hoping for an asteroid or a satellite, but she sees no rubble or debris.

Shaken to her core, Bella frantically screams, “Hello?! I heard the crash! Is anyone out there?” She hears nothing in response. Alarmed that someone might be dying and need her help, she inches her way towards the end of the trail. She is yelling and yelling, “hello? Hello?

I’m here to help!” and waving her flashlight beam through the trees, searching for life, searching for a body, a mangled corpse…anything.

Instinctively, Bella refrains from reportin’ this strange hole to the authorities but enlists her best friend, Rosalie, for a her opinion.

Later that night, after a grueling, busy dinner and happy hour rush at Oliver’s, the girls determinedly make their way through Bella’s backyard towards the used-to-be-shed. Red is steadily following behind them, although he looks like he’d rather be anywhere else. While Bella bends down to pat his head, Rose inhales a loud gasp at the explosive demolition that is the shed.

“This is way deeper than I thought it’d be,” Rose says, nearly breathless. She tiptoes to the edge of the hole surrounded by the debris. “It’s not the shape I expected either.”

At that, Bella cocks her head and stands up. “What do you mean? It’s oval.”

Despite Red’s whine of protest, she slowly walks up to her friend to look down at the hole. Rose points out her finger with the flashlight beam on the small indents at each end of the oval, she counts five total – three on one end, two longer indents on the other. Bella is surprised she overlooked this observation the night before. However, with her panic in searching for a dead body, she could understand why she’d miss the small details. Now that she had the opportunity to really look at it, the hole formed to that of a large human shape.

“Do those three indents look like a head and arms to you?” Bella rushes out quick, before she loses her nerve by being the first to suggest something crazy. “A-and,” she stutters, “and those two longer ones at the bottom… legs?”

Rose takes a step back from the hole, and grabs Bella’s hand tightly, hurriedly pulling her to the house.

“Rose?” Bella asks urgently, “What is it?” She is ushered into the house with Red hot on her heels.

Rose makes sure they are secure inside and closes the door after them, locking the deadbolt. She takes a step back from the door and holds Bella’s hand. She looks over her shoulder at her best friend of eight years and says, her voice pinched with worry, “Bella…I know I sound like a crazy bitch but whatever was in that hole… it’s still out there.”

Gabby1017 pimped this author / story at chapter 6 of She Rocks My World…THANKS, GABBY DARLIN’ *HUGS!*

~oOo~ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12717676/1/Outerra

Bella is a successful E.R. nurse, so successful that she’s been offered an opportunity to be apart of the Colonization plan. That plan includes a long space travel to the planet Outerra and make a life. She never had much of a life on earth, so making a new life on a different planet was going to be tough. Maybe the right Outerrian can give her a life she never dreamed of.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Adventure – Chapters: 10 – Words: 19,511 – Reviews: 143 – Favs: 72 – Follows: 146 – Updated: Dec 18 – Published: Nov 7 – id: 12717676 

“Morning dad.” I said, kissing him on the cheek.

“Morning Bells,” he said.

“What are you looking up?” I asked.

“I’m looking up Outerra. You have two weeks to get prepared and I want to make sure you’re ready.” He said.

I leaned over the bed and looked at his air tablet.

“Everything there sounds so nice. The air is cleaner, the water is unpolluted, the ground is rich. Bells, you’re going to have such an amazing life.” He said.

I laughed, “Sounds like it.”

“And, it won’t be over populated, like it is here. And the inhabitantsare all friendly.” He said.

“Really? How friendly could they be? I mean, aliens are coming to their planet to colonize.” I laughed.

“Apparently, the reason they agreed to this is because their species is dying. And the human race is compatible with theirs.” He said.

“Ah, so it’s like a breeding program?” I said.

“Hey, I bet you’ll meet a nice young Outerrian and live a happy life with him.” He said.

“What do they even look like? Do they look like us?” I asked.

He switched to images, only a few popped up. I scanned over the few photos. They looked pretty humanoid; two legs, two arms, proportionate size, no slimy tentacles or beaks, or anything that we’ve encountered from other lifeforms through our exploration of our vast universe.

“Hmm, they don’t really seem alien. I guess that’s a good thing.”

I chuckled.

“Yeah, you won’t be able to tell the humans and the Outerrians apart,” He clicked on a website on Outerrian culture, “Well, except this. It says on this official website that Outerrians have long tails.”

“Tails? Oh, that’s a major difference. What do the tails look like?” I asked.

He scanned through the website, “It just says their tails are long and covered in short hair, ranging from dark brown to black. Sometimes a rare reddish color.”

I made a slight face, “That’ll be interesting.”

“I’m glad you didn’t chicken out on me. I’m really glad you’re going,” he said, continuing his research.

“No, after our talk last night I really want to go. It sounds like a fresh start and its exciting,” I said, “So I’m going to call them today.”

“Your life is going to be a hundred percent better,” He said.

And a new TAILWARD streaks across our universe *woo hoo!*

~oOo~

ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12736662/17/Holding-On-and-Letting-Go

Bella, a pretty and smart girl is leading the picture-perfect life. Edward, a rebellious and lost guy is barely passing the twelfth grade. Follow these two after they end up in bed together at the beginning of senior year and try to navigate a teenage pregnancy.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Drama – Chapters: 17 – Words: 64,072 – Reviews: 237 – Favs: 84 – Follows: 168 – Updated: 12h ago – Published: Nov 25 – id: 12736662

“Nooooo!” I cried as a sharp contraction hit. “I want the drugs!” I shouted as I squeezed Alice’s hands. At first, I wanted to see if I could do it naturally but I felt like my insides were being ripped apart. I needed the epidural if I was going to get through this day. Especially since I’d been in labor since one o’clock and I only dilated one more centimeter.

I was only halfway there and I’d been at this for six hours.

“Please! I want the drugs!” I cried as tears streamed down my cheeks. Edward had disappeared again to try and reach his Mom again, but I knew he wasn’t getting anywhere. She wasn’t going to show up. Even though he claimed he didn’t care, I knew he wanted her here. We weren’t keeping this baby, but it was still a big deal.

He was scared regardless and just wanted his mom to be there for him for once in his life. I understood that. My mom and I weren’t very close, but I still wanted her here for the birth of our son.

“Shhh,” Alice soothed. “You’re doing great!”

“Shut up!” I yelled. I knew my sister was just trying to encourage me, but I was in too much pain right now. “Sorry,” “It’s okay,” She assured me. “I give you permission to be as mean as you want to me while you’re in labor.”

“Thanks. You’re a good sister,” I laughed.

My doctor came to give me a checkup and laughed when I begged her for the epidural. She left for a few minutes and returned with what she needed and gave me the epidural. Within fifteen minutes, I was already feeling better. When Edward came back into the room, I didn’t want to cut his head off as much as I did earlier.

“What’s up?” He laughed when he saw me lying in bed.

“She got the drugs.” Alice rolled her eyes.

“I thought you were doing this naturally?”

“Naturally my ass!” I laughed. “You try pushing a person out of your penis and tell me if you wanna do it naturally,” I huffed. “Plus, that shit we learned in the birthing class did absolutely nothing.”

“As long as the baby is okay,” He gently placed his hand on my stomach. I watched as he smiled at my rounded belly and felt this horrible ping of guilt. He wanted to keep this baby and I told him it wasn’t an option. We’d been arguing about it since I made the decision, and he agreed to what I wanted.

But I could tell how much he wanted this baby to be his.

“Carlisle and Esme. . . ” I wanted him to meet them. Officially.

“Do you need more ice?” He asked as he removed his hand and grabbed the small ice bin next to my bed. Without an answer, he left the room in search of ice and left me alone with my sister. I knew he was getting me more ice as a way to avoid the conversation, but we needed to talk about this. He’d told me to do whatever I wanted after an argument and he thought I was going through with the adoption as an excuse. Trust me, if we were older and more stable I would have kept the baby.

But we weren’t. We were just about to graduate from high school.

We wouldn’t be able to do this. Carlisle and Esme, however, were grown adults. With jobs and a beautiful house in Tacoma and money to support the baby. And they had a whole lot of love for him and he wasn’t even born yet.

“He’s not dealing with this, Bella.” Alice sighed.

“I know.”

“It’s his. . . ”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence!” I screeched. Alice let go of the subject as Edward came back with more ice. I knew he wasn’t dealing with the adoption, but once this baby boy was born he was going home with another couple. I understood how hard this was, but it was best for everyone. I didn’t want my boy raised in a broken home, being tossed back and forth between his parents. I wanted him to grow up in a stable house where his parents could focus all their attention on him. He needed stability and the two of us weren’t going to be able to do that for him.

I just hoped Edward would come to terms with that sooner rather than later.

As many fics as I’ve read about Edward and Bella as pregnant teens, I’ve seldom come across one that puts me in their shoes like this one!

~oOo~

ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12744973/9/The-Long-Road-Home

“Some wounds don’t heal, they fester until they destroy everything good you once had inside of you.” – Bella’s desire to help people recover from traumatic events implodes when she discovers the terrible truth about her own family. Can a new love survive so many hardships and be the light that breaks through the darkness? – ALL HUMAN, Bella POV, B/E, No cheating, Dark Content, HEA

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Hurt/Comfort – Alice, Bella, Edward – Chapters: 9 – Words: 43,137 – Reviews: 215 – Favs: 98 – Follows: 180 – Updated: 14h ago – Published: Dec 2 – id: 12744973

Bella’s cousin, Jasper, has been workin’ with her to get her equine therapy ranch up and runnin’ but his imminent deployment to Afghanistan leaves her short handed.

“Rose, I really am busy, so can you just tell me why you called so I can get back to work?”

“Okay, okay, so I’m sending someone to come stay with you.”

“Whatahuh?” I asked confused. “Someone to stay with me? How so?”

“Jasper called me after he left there. . . ”

“Ugh!” I whined again, already knowing where she was going with it.

Rose continued as if she didn’t hear my complaint. “His name is Edward Masen. He’s a handyman that did some work on our bathroom last week.”

“He did work for you? That’s the only way you know this guy? He could be anyone.”

“I checked his references,” she defended herself.

“Ugh! If you just talked to Jasper about this a little bit ago, how have you already lined up this guy?”

“He gave me his number last week and said to please call him if I needed anything else done. So after I got off the phone with Jasper, I called him. . . and he said yes!”

“He was just like – ‘Sure, I’ll go stay with your friend out in the country and do random maintenance work around a ranch’? What kind of guy would agree to something like that without even surveying the job first. . . or the condition of the place he’s going to be staying in? Or the terms of employment?”

“Oh, Bella, you are far too paranoid. I’m sure it’ll be fine. The guy is like. . . a drifter, or something.”

“A drifter? Wow, this just sounds better and better.”

“Oh, come on. He’s not a serial killer,” she argued.

“How do you know?” I shouted in frustration. “You, being a Cullen, should understand that terrible monsters really do exist. Knowing what happened to Alice, how could you just invite a random strange man to come live with me out in the boondocks with no neighbors close enough to hear me scream?”

“This guy is nothing like. . . that creepy old guy that took Alice,” she whispered, obviously not wanting anyone around her to hear what she was talking about.

“And you know that for sure, how?” I challenged her. “Because a couple of his references checked out?”

“Yes, and because he’s really good looking. . . ”

“Yeah, so was the guy who took Alice,” I said perturbed.

“Oh Bella, look, I know you grew up in that situation, and everyone around you was always paranoid and freaked over everything, but not everyone is bad. Not even most people are bad. This guy seems very genuine, and he was looking for work, and said he’d be willing to travel. So when Jasper said you could really use someone staying out there with you to help around the ranch, I thought of him immediately and called him. He’s not a murderer. He has a clean record. Young. Handsome. Just someone looking for a fresh start. Much like you.”

“Wait, did you say his name is Manson? OK, nobody with that last name has ever been good. Marilyn Manson, Charles Mason. . . ”

“His name is not Manson, its Masen. Edward Masen. Come on, you’re getting silly with this.”

“I don’t know,” I said, mostly to myself. I hated pre-judging anyone, but with the upbringing I had, it was definitely difficult to trust strangers. Then again, if all went well, I’d be opening the ranch to strangers all the time, so I supposed I needed to learn to somehow come to terms with my fear of the unknown. And I really did need the help. . .

“I guess its OK if he comes. . . . On a trial basis only! If I get acreepy vibe or he steps one foot out of line, he’s gone.”

“Good, he will be there in a couple hours,” she said, taking me aback.

“What? He’s already on his way?”

“I hope you’re planning something good for dinner.”

“Rose!”

“What? I told him you’re a good cook,” she giggled, knowing all too well that I was a terrible cook.

Of course, Edward turns out to be just what Bella needs, both around the ranch and at her side! However, something about him seems strangely familiar to everyone who meets him…includin’ Bella!

~oOo~

Okay, so I couldn’t resist…here’s a couple Christmas recs, too!

ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12756048/5/Mechanics-and-Mistletoe

Bella is driving in a snowstorm back to her hometown for Christmas. Along the way, her car gets stuck in a snowbank. Edward is a tow truck driver and pulls her out. Can an uptown girl fall for a guy with grease on his hands?

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance – [Bella, Edward] – Chapters: 5 – Words: 38,993 – Reviews: 332 – Favs: 401 – Follows: 646 – Updated: 1h ago – Published: Dec 11 – id: 12756048

Bella, an uptight, cold executive, is on her way home for Christmas. The first Christmas she’s been home since she started working for the Fortune 500 company that hired her from college, almost ten years ago. The only reason why she’s going home is to meet her brother’s new wife and her parents threatened to cut her out of the will if she didn’t make time to see her family. However, it’s snowing, a blizzard and Bella’s car wasn’t really designed for the cold. Or snow. Or anything other than sunny, perfect weather. 

Edward Cullen is alone on Christmas Eve, working, as usual. His family was long gone and all he had left was his family business, Cullen Towing Service and Garage, though that wasn’t going well for him. Business was slow. His bills were piling up and he was afraid he was going to lose his livelihood if something didn’t turn around. Over the radio, he heard about a stranded driver, stuck on the back road.

Edward pulled on his winter coat, gloves and started his truck, driving to the location.

A small sports car was stuck in a ditch, almost completely covered with snow. A beautiful woman, wearing heels and a fur coat was shivering outside her car. Edward immediately recognized her as the girl he once knew and had secretly crushed on for years. Her brother, Jasper, pretty much told him to fuck off and said that she was too good for him, a grease-monkey, a blue-collar boy.

Can this uptown girl fall for a guy with grease on his hands?

You know I still love Billy Joel’s song ‘Uptown Girl,’ but when I looked up the music video on YouTube, I was shocked to discover I had completely outgrown it *whimper!*

~oOo~ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12769300/1/Resting-Grinch-Face

Grinchin’ ain’t easy, but Edward Cullen makes it look so damn good.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Humor – Bella, Edward – Words: 8,105 – Reviews: 72 – Favs: 114 – Follows: 90 – Published: Dec 23 – Status: Complete – id: 12769300

Standing, Carlisle holds up a packet of paper and rounds the table. “Your internship is coming to an end, and I must say you’ve both done a tremendous job over the past few months. We’re very pleased with your individual work, however, now we’d like to see how you work as a team.” He places the packet between us. “For your last assignment, we’re asking you both to coordinate the annual holiday party together.”

I hear Edward huff beside me.

“Esme’s already taken care of booking the banquet hall; you two will be responsible for the rest.”

Narrowing his eyes, Edward scans over the first page of the packet.

“What exactly does the rest entail?”

“Menu, centerpieces, DJ, employee gifts, and the like,” Rosalie answers, sliding a company card across the table. “Spending limits and budget suggestions are on the last page.”

Edward’s head snaps up. “Who are the Mr. and Mrs. Claus suit rentals for?”

“You, ya’ big dummy,” Emmett Cullen says as he enters the boardroom, ruffling his brother’s hair when he passes.

Smacking his hand away, Edward turns to his mother. “I want to file a formal complaint with H.R. on Emmett.”

Esme tilts her head. “Are you feeling unsafe?”

“No, just mildly annoyed.”

“Join the club,” Rosalie grumbles, shooting a look at her husband.

“Now, now, don’t get your tinsel in a tangle, little brother.” Emmett plops down in his seat, grinning.

Edward’s jaw clenches as he fists the packet, and I can tell by the slightly protruding vein in his forehead that he’d happily tangle tinsel around his brother’s neck at the moment, so I redirect. “Does this assignment take precedence over our day-to-day job duties, or would you like us to handle this in addition to our current workload?”

“We’d like for you to take care of this in addition to your current workload.” Leaning back in his seat, Carlisle props his elbows on the arms of his chair and steeples his fingers. “In the past, this has proved to be an excellent way for our interns to demonstrate their ability to work cohesively with others.”

“The CRM holiday party is one of the many ways we show our employees our appreciation for all of their hard work throughout the year.” Esme smiles warmly. “We hope you two will put together something fabulous that makes it clear to them how much they mean both to this organization and the Cullen family.”

I glance at Edward, who’s looking at our to-do list with the same pained, disbelieving expression my old roommate wore while watching the Dirty Dancing remake.

“Three weeks,” Carlisle says, holding up his fingers. “Think you two can pull it off?”

Edward and I exchange a look before turning back to his family. I paste on my most self-assured smile and pray I sound remotely convincing. “Absolutely, sir.”

Although it’s only a one shot, anything LayAtHomeMom writes is golden and this fabulous Christmas tale is no exception!

Merry Christmas, y’all!

Rita

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Rita’s Random Fic Recs ~ Monday Mayhem!

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Evenin’ ladies!

Every time someone brings me a new Edward, I fall in love with him just a little bit more! Who knew that was even possible LOL!

Hopefully, you’ll love these unique Edwards as much as I do!ROB ATTACK(banner by CeCe Melton)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12692165/1/She-Rocks-My-World

80’s Rocker, Edward Cullen, is the frontman for the enormously popular band, Cullen. He’s every woman’s dream; handsome, wealthy, and talented, but the elusive rocker has something to hide until an overwhelmingly gifted, doe-eyed beauty steals his heart at first sight and sound.
Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Family – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 5 – Words: 16,614 – Reviews: 388 – Favs: 285 – Follows: 554 – Updated: Nov 18 – Published: Oct 17 – id: 12692165

My piano faces stage-left, and I turn my head to address the audience as I lean into the mic, “Hey, Seattle, it’s nice to be close to home.” 

The crowd roars. 

“We’ve been on the road for nine and a half months,” I play a few notes.

Emmett stands at a mic and kids, “Time to check if you’re a daddy.” 

The crowd laughs. 

I defend, “In your fuckin’ dreams, my brother. I cover my joystick.” 

Jazz chuckles into his mic, “The man covers it twice.”

Garrett joins in from the back, “And how would you know, Dweeb?”

Jasper freezes and points. “He told me,” he spits.

“Spitting in the corner over there with a red face and angry eyes is my brother from another mother, Jasper ‘The Jazzman’ Whitlock, lead guitarist.” Jasper’s fingers move with precision. His strings siren the crowd to roar. “And he’s no peepin’ Jazzman!”

Jasper chuckles as he makes Gertie sing.

“On the drums,” I announce and point to Garrett. He flips his sticks, twirling them over his toms* and snare*, attacking his hi-hat* and screaming a ‘whoo oo.’ “My older cousin, the sex-starved beater, Garrett, ‘The Hammer’ Norman.”

Garrett takes a bow, and there are more roars.

“Yes, to my right, my big brother, the bad ass from Forks, the twinklest toes of the North West, and bass guitarist, Emmett, ‘The Love Machine’ Cullen.”

Loud screams and whistles blare through the air. Emmett, plucking out some low notes with a quick rhythm. Dimples deep, he moves his head from side to side in a grimacing fiercely in concentration.

“And yours truly, I’m Edward, ‘The Frontman’ Cullen.” I nod and the place shatters from the crowd’s reaction. “I’ll play any instrument if you’ll play mine.”

Through the blaring noise, I start to lightly play a soft melody.

Within seconds, you could hear a pin drop. I stop, finish my drink and continue to play. I lean forward to the mic and sing,

“I’m not the man you think I am.

I’m not the guy to say goodbye.“

I get a shiver, and I stop. Emmett approaches the piano, and I jump up, a little wobbly, but wink at him. He steps away, giving Jazz and Garrett the high sign.

Pulling a mic from a stand, I rasp, “Naw, naw, naw, we need some rock’ n roll. You fucking hear me, people.” I rouse the crowd clapping my hands and running from one end to the other. Garrett follows along with snaps on his snare. Emmett taps out the beat on his thick strings, as Jasper segues into the next song.

I jump onto my bench with both feet resting on the cushion and leap into a 360-degree angle doing a roundhouse kick with my right leg pointing straight up, running to stage left and pushing my legs off the wall into a backflip and then three handsprings. I stop in front of Emmett and he high-fives me.

One last jump; I set my boot-clad feet at the edge and push off strongly, doing a forward roll.

For three solid hours, we play three sets, introduce more new songs from the next album, and I’m about as dead as I can get. My head pounds and I’m numb all over.

The four of us stand center stage, arm in arm, bow in unison, saying ‘goodnight’ before exiting stage left. When we break apart, Emmett still has an arm over my shoulder, holding me up. “I got you, bro.”

Once the tour ends and the boys get to go home, Alice takes them out to Rosalie’s club to see a new singer.

Rosalie looks to the back hallway as Bella makes her way out clutching her guitar.

The crowd whistles, shouts, and claps.

Jasper hums, “Man, that’s a Gibson, Hummingbird Vintage Cherry Sunburst.” He exhales a low whistle.

I shake my head, “It’s a beauty.”

Emmett pokes me from the back. “So’s the girl.”

Bella sits on the stool adjusting her guitar strap around her shoulder flipping back her hair.

“I’m gonna leave all of you in Bella’s capable hands,” Rosalie announces, gives the mic over to her, as she walks off the stage sitting next to Emmett and Garrett.

Bella shyly clears her throat and looks around the room. She adjusts the top mic near her mouth, as the bottom one will amplify the guitar.

After a few strums of her strings, as she fine-tuning the sound, she begins to play and speak into the mic, “I’m really nervous.” She bites her bottom lip. “So, try to be kind.”

The crowd, ‘Aws.’

Bella notices Ali, and her eyes widen when she sees the rest of us.

She frowns as Rosalie mouths, “You can do this.”

Bella takes a deep breath.

I sit forward in my chair watching her closely. She has a light touch to her strokes.

“I’m going to cover a few artists’ songs from other artists. Hopefully, I’ll get brave enough and play a few of my own.” She softly laughs.

I can’t lean close enough, now. I anticipated this soft, sweet voice coming from her pouty alluring mouth but I’m finding just the opposite.

She plays the intro to ‘What about Love’ by Heart. Her voice is soft and sultry with the first few lines. With her eyes closed, she hits the high notes with ease. Jasper gasps and grabs my arm. I know what he feels. Rosalie nudges my side, over Emmett, and shouts, ‘Go, Bella.’

I hear Emmett telling Rose that she’s amazing, while Garrett taps out the beat on the table.

She plays the instrumental lead with pick in hand not missing a note. Jasper now leans forward watching her with eagle eyes. She continues the chorus.

Bella opens her eyes and looks in my direction, seemingly singing to me. Her focus doesn’t leave mine, and I draw into her. I can’t look away . . . and like a moth to a flame, she pulls me in.

The song ends, and everyone jumps to their feet.

Bella looks around with a shy smile, covering her mouth with her hands. “You sure know how to make a girl feel good.” She laughs.

“Thank you.”

I’ve been a huge Gabby1017 fan since she first showed up with Under My Nose and she just keeps gettin’ better and better with each new story!

(And, because I love you, I’ll share the stunnin’ black ‘n white version that came into my possession! Holy crap! Didn’t see those abs in the color version!)ROB ATTACK(banner by CeCe Melton)

~oOo~ROB ATTACK(banner by MarieCarro Vanadesse)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12679658/1/Irrevocable

It doesn’t matter when I live my life, as long as it’s with you.
Rated: Fiction M – English – Drama/Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 7 – Words: 17,265 – Reviews: 265 – Favs: 125 – Follows: 298 – Updated: Nov 18 – Published: Oct 7 – id: 12679658

The attic of the old house I was renting contained so many fascinating items. I was considering buying it, but for the moment, I wanted to rent and see if I could be happy here. 

Digging through to the back of the closet, a small box called my attention to it, though I couldn’t have said why. Lifting the lid, I found a large photograph album at the top; it was old, that much I could tell, its pages sepia-toned and crinkled with age. 

Fascinated by the prospect of a detailed look into the past, I pulled it from the shelf and turned to the window alcove, where I proceeded to throw a dust-covered cloth off what proved to be a loveseat. Sitting down and placing the box beside me, I opened it, excitement rippling through me as I removed the album from the top to find more photos and letters situated underneath. 

I was surprised they were in as good condition as they appeared to be, considering how old they were. Their age, like that of the books, gave them a sepia tone and some of them were creased and worn as if they had been lovingly handled. There were a few in frames, which were in better condition, depicting an older couple, her seated in a large throne-like chair, him standing regally behind.

I wondered who they were and what their story was. Had they lived in this house? How old were they? Were they married? Were they happy? Judging by the expressions on their faces, they didn’t seem happy, though looking closer there were laughter lines around their eyes. No airbrushing for them!

He, the man in the next picture, had much lighter hair, so I would guess it was blond, with eyes that were probably blue or gray. He was a little older than she, standing straight and firm, very handsome, dressed in a suit with a waistcoat of a different color.

The next picture of them, at their wedding, showed how happy they were; somehow, I was glad for their happiness. It wasn’t something I thought I would ever have, but if others found it, maybe it was out there for me, somewhere.

Four pages on, checking photographs that saw them a little older each time, I turned the page to find one with a baby in her arms. Her smile would have lit the heavens, I’m sure. They were seated together on the very loveseat where I was sitting. My eyes were drawn to the child, whose wide eyes stared directly at the camera; at me.

The visceral reaction I had brought a smile to my face as my fingers traced his features. I wondered what his life had in store for him. It was a silly thought, but I hoped he had been happy. 

Shaking my head at the idiotic thoughts running through my mind over a simple picture, I flicked ahead through the images of him growing up, though I never saw one of him with a woman.

Before I knew it, the evening was drawing in, and I was losing the light. I decided to carry this one box downstairs to the lounge and take a longer look at the letters underneath the photos. I yearned to know more of what happened to the beautiful couple; somehow feeling linked to their lives. 

Oh, there’s a connection all right!

The tiredness of the end of a long day, helped along by the drinks I had swallowed throughout the evening, allowed sleep to capture me, and I drifted off with the mirror in my hand, muttering the words engraved on the back and now in my mind.

Startled awake by the sound of the door smashing against the wall, I jerked up in shock, watching as he roared into the room, his eyes flashing to mine. A little daunted, I stood and put the sofa between us, unsure of his intentions. He stalked to me, growling under his breath and muttering something about . . . ‘get it over and done with’, before leaping over the barrier in front of him.

Part of me was admiring his physique, the other almost afraid of him, but underneath all that, his low growl and almost furious expression were turning me on. Nothing had done that for years, if, in fact, anything ever had. The feelings rushing through me were absolutely nothing like those I felt with either of my previous boyfriends.

Without a word, he grabbed for me, ripping my nightdress from neck to hem, exposing my breasts and nipples to the cool air of the bedroom. They hardened immediately, drawing his attention. His mouth descended on mine, invading and bruising wherever he touched. His fingers reached for my breasts and tightened on my nipples, just this side of painful, pinching and pulling while plundering his tongue inside my mouth. His leg found its way between my legs, pushing against me, forcing them apart.

And it only gets hotter from there *phew!* If you want to know how the hell that was even possible, you’ll have to read Irrevocable!

~oOo~ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12704575/1/Is-This-The-Worst-Time-To-Kiss-You

The town calls him “Berserky” who likes to wander into convenience stores, rip into beef jerky and gnaw on the sticks. Touch him, you’ll feel the consequences. Since his father’s death, he hasn’t been the same. I would know. I’m the only one with a good view inside his windows. Edward ‘Berserky’ Cullen Jr. is my neighbor and I remember I loved him once.
Rated: Fiction M – English – Crime/Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 3 – Words: 20,381 – Reviews: 165 – Favs: 200 – Follows: 412 – Updated: Nov 11 – Published: Oct 28 – id: 12704575

The results for this fic from the We Love Mobward contest!

Best ‘Boss’Validator’s Pick 1stJudges’ Vote – Counselor 1stJudges’ Vote – FallingInLoveInDecember 1st / Readers’ Vote 1st

The t-shirt was once white, but now it just looks worn and yellow. The robe is not one you’d find in a store these days. The plaid is a mix of browns, yellows, beiges and whites. It hits his knees, but when he bends in the yard to do his morning exercise in socks and flip flops, it rides up. And just to give a nice little visual, he doesn’t always wear those crisp white boxer shorts. The glory appears like morning, like looking into the sun, you have to look away. Not a bone of shame in that one.

The town calls him “Berserky” who likes to wander into convenience stores, rip into beef jerky and gnaw on the sticks in the middle of the aisle. No one would get near because if you did, you’d get whacked in the ear. Sharp and quick. It happened that day a few months back and to everyone’s surprise. Duly noted.

We went about our day, but not before we made sure to watch Berserky casually leave the store, robe waving away behind him. He had a handful of unpurchased beef jerky and vacant eyes. We realized the severity of this situation. He could hurt anyone. He wasn’t tamed.

I’m not sure exactly the day Berserky became this. . . unhinged. I try to think back on it. The days past, in class, when I called him Edward and he’d respond. Sharp green eyes. Sharp jaw. Sharp wit. Like a whip.

Some say he didn’t take his grandfather’s passing well. My guess it’s why he kept the robe. That thinned out cotton never left his grandfather’s shoulders when he was home. Some say it was when his mother died of a broken heart. No one was sure, but it was anyone’s guess. Edward Cullen Sr. was tragically murdered on that fateful day, the bones and skin finding purchase on gravel as he was dragged. Some whisper, here and there years later, that they can still find strands of his hair between pavement cracks, woven in weeds. Thick bronze hair.

The Cullen men were the most fierce, brawny looking males in town. Their looks got them in trouble. Loving or falling for any one of them was like making a deal with the devil. That cut up body of Edward Sr. was still young. Never even saw the age of 40. In those cracks, not a single woven hair was gray. Bronze strong.

I didn’t witness the scene. I don’t remember much anymore. Everyone got an eyeful, though. That body tied to the bumper of a Continental like a new parade came to town. Every elderly, child, man and woman saw an unrecognizable man, naked and bloody. Some limbs missing. A warning to the family.

No, Edward wasn’t well from that day on. That state of mind wasn’t part of his daily life or surroundings. I would know. I’m the only one with a good view inside his windows.

Edward ‘Berserky’ Cullen Jr. is my neighbor.

Now you see why it garnered such acclaim in the contest! You sincerely don’t want to miss this one, ladies!

~oOo~ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/6443914/1/Whenever-You-Call

Bella was always curious of the green-eyed man and outcast in the corner table of the coffee shop. When they finally meet, she is amazed by him, but she doesn’t know what she got herself into. Will the dark side of Edward cause Bella to give up on him?
Rated: Fiction M – English – Angst/Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 54 – Words: 471,216 – Reviews: 2,744 – Favs: 1,807 – Follows: 948 – Updated: Aug 21, 2011 – Published: Nov 1, 2010 – Status: Complete – id: 6443914

My COMPLETE offerin’ grabbed me by the throat from the Prologue and hasn’t let go since!

I couldn’t believe the mess I saw. 

There was nothing that was upright, except for the TV. The couch was tipped over as well as the tables; broken lamps were on the floor, broken pictures. . . only the artistic ones. The ones of little Alice were still placed perfectly on the wall. Her smiling face looking upon a room in shambles. A room that contained her broken brother who was sitting in the corner of the room. 

He looked up at me. His eyes. . . those weren’t Edward’s eyes. Those weren’t the eyes that captivated me the first time he laid them on me. Those weren’t the eyes I tried to remember when I was away from him. It wasn’t the eyes I saw in my dreams, they weren’t the eyes that I saw when he was laughing, and those just weren’t it. I don’t know who’s eyes those were, but they didn’t belong to the man I loved. 

“Bella!” He said. He scrambled to get up from the ground but he tripped. 

“Edward!” I yelled. He landed on broken glass. “Oh, baby. . . ” I went to reach for him, but there was something telling me I shouldn’t. I clenched my hands at my side. 

“Bella, get the fuck out of here. Seriously. I don’t want to see you right now.” 

His words sliced through me. Slow, agonizing slices. It wasn’t so much his words, but the tone he used. He was scaring me. There was blood on his hands from catching his fall on the glass. He didn’t even acknowledge it. He wasn’t there. I didn’t know what was going on. 

“Edward. . . please don’t push me away.” 

He laughed. Laughed. “You want me to pull you towards me? Fuck no. Leave. Seriously, Bella. Go. Now.” 

“Edward, what’s the matter with you?” I asked him.

He gripped onto his hair tightly and groaned. “Stop crying! Fuck!” I didn’t even notice I was. I didn’t know where my head was. Everything was a blur.

A forced back a sob. “I’m sorry, baby, I am just worried about you. What’s the matter. . . let me help you. How can I help?”

“You can’t help me. This is who I am.”

“No it’s not. Don’t say that.” I didn’t care what he said. This was not Edward. This was. . . I don’t know, but it wasn’t him. I was in such a state of confusion and hurt that it made it difficult to think straight.

“How do you fucking know? You don’t even know me, Bella!”

“I do know you. Can you stop yelling?”

“Shut up. Just go, seriously.” He said and walked past me, heading towards the hall.

I grabbed onto his shirt to pull him back, and he turned and pushed me off of him. I stumbled back a little, but I didn’t fall. I bet if I did fall on the glass on the floor, it wouldn’t have hurt as much as I was hurting in that moment. Edward had just pushed me. This wasn’t him, but it didn’t stop me from getting angry that he pushed me.

“Edward. . . ”

He got close to my face. “The door is that way.” He said in between gritted teeth. He put his hands on my shoulders roughly and turned me in the direction of the door. “Go.” I had to leave. I loved him but he was being rough with me. What was causing this? Has he ever hit Alice, or Bev? No. . . he couldn’t have.

I looked over at him. His eyes were wild. They were on me, but they weren’t completely focused. He was sweating so badly, I could see the little droplets fall down his beautiful face. His hair that was usually sticking up was falling over his forehead from being wet from his sweat. His face was red. He was livid. He pushed me. This wasn’t him. There was no way.

“Please promise you will be okay.” I pleaded. I wasn’t going to stick around and force the situation.

If he really wanted me to leave like this, I would go. I wouldn’t leave this building though. There was no way in hell. I needed some answers and I needed to check on Alice. She wasn’t doing so well and she must be so scared.

“I’m never okay. It’s something you should learn. Now fucking leave.” He let go of me and turned his back toward me.

He put his hands in his hair and pulled and groaned. He kicked a pile of glass that was on the floor and punched the wall making a hole in it. I covered my mouth from the sob that was threatening to come out.

What has gotten into him?

I turned away from him before I couldn’t help it but stay in the room with him, making Edward more upset. I opened the door and walked out. I shut it softly, and leaned my back on it. It hurt to be away from him, especially at a time like this. He didn’t want me to touch him. He didn’t want to talk to me. He didn’t want me talking to him. He didn’t even want to see me. That wasn’t the Edward that I had grown to know and love.

I needed answers.

Hell’n I haven’t gotten past chapter 13 yet so I’m lookin’ to find out what the hell is goin’ on with Edward, too!

Which fics have been ownin’ you?

Happy Monday, y’all!

Rita

ROB ATTACK

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Rita’s Random Fic Recs – Sunday Special!

ROB ATTACK

He’s back! He’s back!

OH, MY GOD! Mercward is back!!!ROB ATTACK(banner by Beffers87)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12697311/1/

Gravity Investigations, busy as always, takes a protection detail that results in more than just a paycheck. Edward and Bella, separated by 70 floors of Twi Tech Tower, must fight to stop what could be an act of war. 5th in the Gravity Series. Canon Couples, AH.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Adventure/Romance – Words: 5,587 – Reviews: 56 – Favs: 109 – Follows: 134 – Published: 3h ago – id: 12697311

Today we were interviewing for a new Gravity employee. We’d tried our best to fill the hole that Kurt had left when he’d resigned after the whole thing in Russia. He and Irina were doing very well living in New York. And even though it had been two years since we’d told him good-bye, no one really wanted to replace him. However, we needed the extra person. 

Folding my arms across my chest, I listened to Alec give a watered-down version of what we do.

“Here at Gravity Investigations, we work on a few things – lost persons, cheating spouses, the occasional cold case where the client has nowhere else to go to find answers. We also take on security details, providing almost a bodyguard-type service to people in the entertainment industry, politics, or witness protection, though the latter isn’t the norm,” he explained to her, but I could see his face, hear his tone, and he wasn’t keen on her, so his next statement wasn’t a surprise. “We’ll be interviewing people the rest of the day, so we’ll be in touch. Thank you so much for coming all this way today. We’ll be making a decision in the next week. Okay?”

The next few interviews weren’t much different, and something about each one of them didn’t quite click for Alec, Bella, or me.

Alec picked up the last folder. “This is the last one, guys. Dean Carver. Actually, this one is the one I wanted you to talk to the most. I met this guy in Seattle while pulling a protection gig.” He handed the folder to me. “The guy is a former Marine. He’s been stationed every-fucking-where – Afghanistan, South Korea, Japan.”

“Dean,” Alec called him, and the gentlemen in question turned to face us. “C’mon in, man.”

Once the door was closed to Bella’s office, Alec gestured to each of us. “Dean Carver, meet Edward and Bella Cullen. They own and operate Gravity Investigations.”

“Nice to meet you,” he greeted, shaking our hands.

He waited until Bella sat down before taking a chair across the desk.

“I brought you in here today because I think you’d be a good addition to this crew, Dean. I’ve seen you work, and it’s similar to the way we do things. I know you’ve had some training. Tell us a bit about it,” Alec requested, sitting back in his chair.

Bella stayed quiet on this one, opting to listen as she flipped through his file.

“I was born here in Washington, played high school baseball until I discovered martial arts,” he started, and I could see this guy wasn’t loud or gruff. He was a bit like Jasper, soft-spoken and observant as fuck. “I joined the Marines right out of school. I did two tours, and I was stationed in Afghanistan, Japan, and South Korea. I was a part of an elite team. It didn’t have a name until about two years ago – Raiders. Navy has their SEALs, Army has their Green Berets, Marines classify themselves as elite to begin with, but they needed a recon team. That was us.”

“You’ve seen some ugly shit,” I pointed out, glancing over Bella’s shoulder at his file again.

“Ah, yeah, definitely, but so have you guys. Chopper pilot in Afghanistan. You’ve seen action, too.”

Alec smirked because Dean had been his pick from the beginning. I could tell Bella approved, because she sat forward and started to explain Gravity.

“Gravity started out as simply a PI service, but with the addition of these guys,” she started, gesturing to Alec and me, “we’ve been able to work other things into our abilities. We still do missing people, old cold cases that the local authorities couldn’t solve, and yeah, the occasional cheating spouse. But we also have the capability to provide some protection services here and there. We work mainly with Twi Tech – Edward’s father is the CEO – and he’ll request us to protect entertainers, political figures, or himself should he need it.”

I smirked at the last part, because Bella sugared up and glossed over some pretty ugly history, but it was true nonetheless.

“I think you’d be a good fit, Dean. I think you’ll bring a different and more global perspective to the table,” she concluded. “Alec will go over everything with you and get you set up with Alice.”

We both shook hands with Dean, welcoming him to the crew.

Oh, boy! You can’t go wrong with a hunky dude named Dean, now can you *wink!*

Deb’s promisin’ Sunday updates so hang on tight…we’re in for a wild ride!

~oOo~

And because one rec is never enough…ROB ATTACK(banner by IpsitaC77)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12674357/1/The-Masked-Prince

“Steal a beauty’s soul, present it to me in a glass jar, and I’ll think about letting you rule the Twilight kingdoms.”

Rated: Fiction M – English – Fantasy/Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 13 – Words: 14,949 – Reviews: 457 – Favs: 171 – Follows: 387 – Updated: Oct 19 – Published: Oct 2 – id: 12674357

The first twin was silent. The second wailed with the lungs of a songster.

Both were given utmost care—bathed, checked and bundled—but when the crown prince was presented before a grieving king, he took one look at the bronze curls, his wife’s beauty wasted on a malformed monster, and gave an order.

The second twin was placed in the golden cradle. The first was given to the royal herbalist whose wife could not conceive.

The king held his queen’s pale hand, still warm, and none dared to disturb his quiet. Servants tiptoed outside the chambers, carrying away bloody sheets, clicking their tongues in pity and cooing at the golden-haired child in the royal cradle, a prince with all the markings of regality.

Amidst the fuss, the initial records were forgotten. A midwife carelessly tucked the paper together with a stack of other never-again-to-be-seen documents, its top edges protruding from the file.

Her scrawl was visible, the spelling from the lands beyond but clear as day:

crowne prinz, bronz o’ haer

Truly, I wasn’t plannin’ to start another WIP but Ara got me good with that last line…I was hooked!

~oOo~

And one more for the road…ROB ATTACK(banner by Moosals)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12648636/1/Lonely-in-Your-Nightmare

New neighbor Edward really gets Bella’s heart pumping, but what nightmarish secrets is he hiding? Will he ever let her in? Daddyward.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Drama/Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 12 – Words: 33,995 – Reviews: 1,395 – Favs: 512 – Follows: 960 – Updated: Oct 19 – Published: Sep 11 – id: 12648636

As I pull into my driveway, I look over at the dark house next door, its lawn and shrubs overgrown and full of weeds. The widowed Mrs. Cope died shortly after I moved in last year. Her three children and seven grandchildren all live out of town, the nearest one in Seattle.

They’d been trying to sell her place for months. It needs a lot of work on the interior from what I remember; I’m not sure if Mrs. Cope had redecorated since the 1960s.

Needless to say, the old Cope house does sell, much to Bella’s joy…maybe!?!

I meet my girls at the diner.

“They’re here,” I announce.

“They?” Alice asks.

I nod. “A couple with an eight-month-old baby. Actually I haven’t met the wife yet. I don’t think she was home when I stopped by yesterday to bring them an apple pie.”

“You brought them a pie?” Alice giggles, snorting in her uncontrolled laughter. “That’s so Mom.”

“Who do you think I learned it from?” I retort. “Anyway, it made a good excuse to go check them out without appearing too nosy.”

“So tell us about the husband,” Angela prompts, taking a sip of her Diet Coke.

“Oh my God, he’s gorgeous!” I gush. “Like, seriously, the best looking man to ever set foot in Forks.”

“He’s taken, Bella,” Angela chides in her teacher’s voice.

“I’m aware of that! I can still look though, can’t I?” I defend myself.

I don’t see the harm in drooling over Edward, as long as I’m not as obvious about it as I probably was last night.

“So where are they from?” Alice asks.

“Get this: Chicago.”

“And they moved to Forks?” she asks the million dollar question.

“I know, right? Edward didn’t give me an explanation.”

“Edward? That’s his name? Sounds more like a grandpa than the hottest guy in Forks,” Alice comments.

“You wouldn’t scoff if you’d seen him.”

But the wife is strangely absent and the mystery of why that should be occupies Bella more than is healthy!

This is my first serious excursion into RobzBeanie territory but it ain’t gonna be the last LOL!

~oOo~

Oh, wait! You guys would probably like a COMPLETE rec, right?

Oooh, I got the best of the best for you with the sequel to Old School!ROB ATTACK (banner by Patrizia Adamo)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12508253/1/A-Big-Enough-Umbrella

Even a superhero has to pull on his tights one leg at a time. An “Old School” sequel as told by Umbrella Man himself. Rated M because they can’t keep their hands off each other.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance – Chapters: 22 – Words: 71,224 – Reviews: 2,744 – Favs: 557 – Follows: 739 – Updated: Oct 18 – Published: May 29 – Status: Complete – id: 12508253

I enter the space with the combination of years of training and experience, instinct, and heart that I alone possess. And yet . . .

And yet.

Every session is its own organic being, a product of two people in relation to each other, at a given moment in time and physical and emotional space. I cannot control everything that happens inside these walls, nor would that be desirable. The artist cannot know what he is about to discover.

It is precisely the spark that lives outside the knowable that makes each encounter unique. The scariest is almost always the most compelling.

Bella tracks me with wide eyes as I approach, camera in hand. It’s not easy to set aside my feelings for my beautiful model, but at least my lust is at bay.

Click. This could go one of two ways. Luckily, she chooses to trust me. Her gaze flutters toward the ceiling, exposing her elegant neck to the camera. Click-click.

I capture the proud set of her shoulders with my lens.

I don’t rush her past this pivotal moment. Even as I shoot the images of her thoughtful stillness, I can tell they will be stunning. Shivers roll down my back.

In every successful session, there is a hinge, a point where the subject encounters a difficult truth. This moment rarely occurs at the beginning of the shoot. Even Bella, whose trust in me is extraordinary, needed time to warm to the situation. These junctures strike me as visceral sensations—a tingle at the back of my neck, a thump in my chest, a chill down my spine—often before either of us is consciously aware that something important is about to happen.

I’m not sure where Bella is heading with this, but her body language is a dead giveaway. She’s opened a door that feels dangerous to her, and I hold my breath as she steps through it.

Time slows down for me. Instinct kicks in. Zoom. Focus.Click.

God, what a rush!

I am deeply convinced Old School and A Big Enough Umbrella should be published for the widest audience possible AND, with a sprinklin’ of Fate’s magic, be adapted for film to show the whole world what the simple act of sharin’ an umbrella can get you!

How’s everybody been doin’? What fics are keepin’ you up readin’ all night?

 

Happy Sunday!

Rita

ROB ATTACK

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Random Rita ~ Friday Feature Fics!

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Evenin’, ladies!

Got some electrifyin’ treats for you today! You know…the kind where the hairs on your arms and the back of your neck start to rise and you haven’t even finished readin’ the first chapter!?!

So let’s get right down to it…no sense burnin’ daylight LOL!ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12649377/4/Until-You

At the start of her senior year in a new school, Bella is assigned a project with a partner who has a harrowing tale to tell. She soon learns that the kind boy she’s working with hides a broken spirit behind a smile that convinces everyone but her. With him, she will discover how to love through adversity; with her, he will uncover a passion to live and love without bounds. AH, OOC

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Friendship – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 4 – Words: 17,995 – Reviews: 180 – Favs: 103 – Follows: 250 – Updated: 10h ago – Published: Sep 12 – id: 12649377

Just when I think high school fics have been done to death, someone (or two) comes along and proves me soooo wrong!

“For each quarter of the year, you will be doing a project with a classmate or group of classmates. Today, I would like for you to go ahead and pair up with someone around you. Projects will formally begin next Monday, but this way you can go ahead and get acquainted with your partner.”

I wished Angela and I had been sitting closer, but she immediately turned around to ask the guy behind her to be her partner. I couldn’t remember, but I thought that was Ben, one of the guys from lunch that was in the band. Angela looked like an actual heart-eye emoji when she turned to look at him, and I sighed, knowing she’d had never picked me over her apparent crush.

I leaned forward, ready to tap the girl in front of me on the shoulder, but she turned to her right and asked the girl beside her.

I looked around, but quickly, all these kids who’d known each other for years were pairing off, and I was the new girl, the faceless among friends.

Finally, I heard a throat clear behind me and I turned to the boy.

“Would you like to be my partner?” He asked, not shyly but almost hesitantly, like he was used to hearing “no.” Like there was a reason I’d be put off by his asking.

“Yes, please. Thank you,” I answered, and his shoulders visibly relaxed. “I’m Bella,” I said, and like a dork, I held out my hand to him.

“Edward,” he replied and took my hand. He was wearing a fingerless glove on his hand like he was about to go lift weights. I thought it odd but didn’t mention it. His handshake wasn’t at all firm like I anticipated when I saw the well formed muscles of his arms under his t-shirt.

“So, are you new to Forks?” He asked politely, and I was happy that he was making conversation rather than just sitting quietly, awkwardly.

“Is it that obvious?” I asked with a chuckle. “Odd one out over here,” I said, pointing to myself dramatically.

“I know the feeling,” he said with a grimace.

“Were you once the new kid, too?” I asked, hopeful that I wasn’t the first intruder this tiny town had ever seen.

“No. . . ” he trailed off. His eyes, light greenish blue, looked incredibly sad in that moment. But he forced a smile on his face, and I noticed how handsome he was. His hair was brown with a tinge of red, cut close at the sides and gelled over neatly on top. His complexion was fair and smooth.

“Alright class,” Ms. Moore started. “You will get the full instructions for this project next Monday, but for now, go ahead and exchange emails, numbers, add each other on Facebook, whatever it is you need to be able to contact your partner and stay abreast of the project,” she said. If she heard one of the guys in the back chuckle at ‘abreast’, she ignored it.

“So, Bella, can I have your number?” Edward asked when I turned back to him. He winked and I laughed. His eyes and smile were brighter, more genuine.

I rattled off my cellphone number for him and plugged his into my phone.

“The bell will be ringing soon, folks. Go ahead and pack your belongings,” Ms. Moore said. The classroom was loud with chatter as we all shuffled our things back into our bags.

I stood when the bell rang, turning back to Edward to bid him goodbye.

“Have a good rest of the day, Bella. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Edward smiled.

“Bye, Edward. . . ” I trailed off, and suddenly, as he moved to leave the classroom and towards the second door at the back of the room, things started to make sense. Why there were ramps in all of the areas where there were also stairs, why there was an actual car parked in the one handicapped space at the front of the student parking lot, why Edward was wearing gloves on his hands.

Everything about this fic draws me in…a wounded Edward…a sweet but snarky (when she needs to be) Bella…a Charlie to admire and a gaggle of colorful new friends!

My new girl status didn’t bring much unwanted notoriety after the first day. The new friends I’d made, especially Jessica and Angela, had been welcome. Both were exceptionally kind. Even Lauren, who was very quiet and bookish, had started making conversation with me at lunch the day before.

Tyler and Mike were best friends who reminded me of Zac Efron and Corbin Bleu in High School Musical. I was just waiting for them to tell me to get my head in the game. They were both on the football team, too.

Ben, who sat across from Angela (and gave her the same adoring looks she gave him), was hilarious. He was a big reader and movie watcher, and his jokes kept us all in stitches most days. He could quote every funny movie and all the best Michael Scott quotes.

Then there was Eric, who made no secret about his crush on Emmett. His makeup was always flawless, and he did a contour better than a lot of YouTube beauty bloggers.

Yeah, just try to resist…I certainly couldn’t LOL!

~oOo~ROB ATTACK(banner by Ageless Skulls)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12624073/1/Duplicity

Du-plic-i-ty: noun 1. contradictory doubleness of thought, speech, or action 2. the quality or state of being double or twofold. Synonyms: deceitfulness, deception, double-dealing, underhandedness, dishonesty, fraud, trickery, subterfuge, treachery… The worst thing about betrayal is it never comes from your enemies. Expansion of We Love Mobward Contest entry. ExB, OOC JxA

Rated: Fiction M – English – Crime/Drama – [Edward, Bella] – Chapters: 5 – Words: 20,082 – Reviews: 338 – Favs: 190 – Follows: 408 – Updated: Sep 19 – Published: Aug 22 – id: 12624073

Their presence has been constant in the week since that horrible day that I lost my father. But then, they’ve always been around. I remember meeting them when I was quite little; playing with their two youngest sons, Emmett and Edward, while the adults ‘took care of business,’ as Charlie used to say. As I got older, heard more rumors, I knew that his quiet meetings with the Cullens meant he was involved in something bigger. But, I always felt safe, protected, when I was around them.

Letting my mind drift, I look around at the small crowd gathered.

I see a few familiar faces, a few that aren’t. Seated just past Esme, is Emmett then Edward, their youngest sons. They’re only a few years older than I am; Emmett at nineteen, and Edward, who just this month turned twenty-two. Em’s usual dimpled smile has been replaced with a somber expression today. Though, when I catch his eye, the twinkle that’s always present is still there. Edward’s sharp features have always been tempered with the softness in his eyes. I always thought he was a serious kid, but I think he’s turned into an even more serious man. But, he was always kind, patient, even though he was a little more than five years older than me. And he loved Charlie; they both did. I remember the many times the two youngest Cullen boys would welcome their ‘Uncle Charlie’ with open arms.

Edward’s been away at school the last few years, and just finished his classes, so I haven’t seen him in a while. Emmett’s been gone this last year too, having just finished his first year. Apparently, Carlisle made the call to bring them both home for Charlie’s funeral.

“Let us not forget, that The Lord is close to the broken-hearted and blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.”

The priest’s loud words startle me back to attention, but it doesn’t last long. On the other side of Carlisle is Jasper, who’s the oldest Cullen son at twenty-six. With his lighter hair and sharp blue eyes, he resembles his father while his brothers take after Esme with their dark hair and green eyes. They’re all strikingly handsome, and under other circumstances, my attention would be drawn to them.

“Bella, a leanbh, do you want to go up and say anything to your father?” Esme’s soft voice brings me from my near-numb state.

I just shake my head, fearing that if I speak, I’ll again start crying.

I know no one here would judge me, but I feel like I’ve cried enough.

Esme pats my hand. “Okay, a stóir. If you change your mind, you still have time.” She kisses the side of my head. “Carlisle and I will be up there if you need us.” Turning to her side, she looks at her younger sons. “Emmett, Edward? Could you boys please sit with Bella for a few moments?”

“Yeah, Ma.”

“Of course, Ma.”

Carlisle and Esme’s vacant seats are quickly filled with Edward and Emmett. Their broad shoulders and imposing forms make me feel safe; protected from even the light wind swirling around us.

“Shh, I’ve got you, álainn. Things will be all right.” Edward’s arm wraps around my shoulders, bringing me to his chest, holding me together. “Your Da was a good man, Bella. And now he’s up there watching over you. You’ve got your very own guardian angel.”

Though meant to comfort me, his words just bring on more tears.

Em reaches over for my hand, offering his own support. Knowing that the whole Cullen family is here for me, supporting me, gives me hope that the days ahead might be brighter. 

After losin’ her father, sixteen-year-old Bella Swan goes to live with the Cullens where, seein’ as who they are, you’d expect her to be safe!

“Bella,” I whisper, seeing if I can rouse her from sleep. When she doesn’t respond, I decide to settle into the chair in the corner of the room, just to keep an eye on her. I know it’ll more than likely be hours until she comes around, but I don’t want her to wake up alone.

Memories of all of us sharing family dinners with Uncle Charlie and Bella come back to me. Those were happier times. Back when we were still innocent to most of the evil things in this world. Yes, there was business to conduct, but they were like family to us; distant family that only came around a few times a year, but family nonetheless. He trusted us with his precious daughter, and we’ve failed to protect her. But, who would’ve predicted we had to defend her from the evils of one of our own?

So many great stories came out of the We Love Mobward Contest and Duplicity is among the ones that will completely blow you away!

~oOo~ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12567927/1/Skin-Deep

Some secrets will damage your reputation. Others will ruin your social life. But then there are secrets that will change the way the world looks at you, now and forever. What would Edward be willing to do to keep such a secret? And who will pay the price?

Rated: Fiction M – English – Drama/Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 10 – Words: 37,110 – Reviews: 844 – Favs: 363 – Follows: 669 – Updated: Sep 18– Published: Jul 11 – id: 12567927

Remember back up top when I said someone (or two) comes along and proves me wrong about high school fics? Yeah, this one, too!

The back of the room gives me the perfect vantage point to observe, so I start cataloging what I see. All the groups are here: the nerdy boys with their not quite styled hair and thick-rimmed glasses, the rockers in their ripped jeans and Stones t-shirts, the druggies . . . well, you just know who they are by that vacant look in their eyes . . . is that girl with the spiky black hair a goth? I scan the room again. But where are—

My thoughts are interrupted by the loud arrival of the group I was looking for. Three guys in letterman jackets strut through the door like they own the place, followed by three tittering bimbos. Now, now, Bella, just because they’re showing boob-crack and sound like dying hyenas does not mean they’re stupid, I remind myself. You’re going to try to befriend these girls. You have to—it’s the only way to avoid becoming what you were before. But, Jesus, don’t Henleys have buttons for a reason?

I shake my head and focus on the guys instead—I usually can relate to them better anyway. Two blonds . . . nice! The one with the curly hair isn’t bad, and that one with the blue eyes is cute, but . . . he kind of looks . . . plastic—like a Ken doll.

And then it happens. A god walks into our midst, and I seem to be the only one to notice. Time stops and as a ray of heavenly light falls on his copper hair, I swear I hear angels singing . . . or is that just the druggies listening to some rave music? Who the fuck cares? Right now, all I can see are deep green eyes and wild sex hair, and my God, just looking at his jaw makes my throat dry. Is that because I’m drooling and any remaining moisture in my body has gone south for the duration?

He’s . . . gorgeous. It’s the only word in my brain, and the only one likely to be there when I look at him. Unless, of course, it’s chest hair or stubble or naked—Jesus! There we go! The image of naked Jesus snaps my mind back from my porno fantasy and into the present, just as Gorgeous drops his books onto the desk two in front of me and—shit! Eye contact! Those incredible eyes force mine down to my notebook because I’m not able to take in the full blast of his beauty. To him, I probably look shy but, in reality, I’ve lowered my eyes in reverence. Um . . . reverence? Exactly when did I start worshipping creatures who think spitballs should be an Olympic sport? What the hell happened to me in the last five minutes?

I give myself a good shake as Gorgeous turns toward one of the bimbos and hits her with said Olympic projectile. She’s pissed, but the smile he flashes almost makes me swallow my tongue. How can she stand to be that close to him without just licking his jaw? Argh, come back, naked Jesus! I need to stop lusting over what undoubtedly has to be some other girl’s man meat.

As Mr. Varner calls the class to order, Gorgeous turns to the front, and sanity douses me like a bucket of cold water. Wow. I can’t let that shit happen again. Obviously not getting past first base, and even that over a year ago, has caused some kind of chemical imbalance in my brain. I’ll have to be careful when I’m around Gorgeous lest I slip back into horndog Bella mode. I have more important things to do today. 

Bella’s irreverence and complete lack of filter cracks me the fuck up ROTFLMAO! Edward, on the other hand, well…gorgeous is as gorgeous does, right?

I slam my locker door but nearly jump into the next county as I spy Gorgeous tossing his books into his own locker three down from mine.

He closes the door, and I know the instant he feels my open-mouthed stare. He rivets me to the floor with those vibrant green eyes of his. Is he really about to speak to me? Could this day actually turn out okay? He looks surprised and almost panicked for a second, but then two other junior boys walk by, one of them bumping his shoulder. His lips part, but his smile isn’t angelic, it’s leering and wicked.

“So, you struck out today, eh, Bowling Girl? Maybe tomorrow you’ll figure out where you belong—the losers aren’t hard to spot around here.”

The eavesdropping boys chuckle and Gorgeous laughs—his voice is even more fluid and velvet than I’d imagined, but the sound and the words are so hateful that, for a moment, it doesn’t compute and I just let him saunter away as I gaze after him, my jaw still on the floor.

Fuck my life. Gorgeous is an asshole, too.

Ah, well! Edward’s assholishness is a cover up…or is it!? Read and decide for yourself!

~oOo~ROB ATTACK(banner by Sue Gilreath) 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12600643/1/I-Dare-You

He’s the guy she’s always wanted. She’s the girl he shouldn’t want. Bro code says you don’t go for your friends’ ex-girlfriends. It also says you don’t go for their sisters. What happens when you breach the bro code? AH

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Humor – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 15 – Words: 57,757 – Reviews: 1,225 – Favs: 615 – Follows: 1,206 – Updated: Sep 20 – Published: Aug 4 – id: 12600643

And now for a story with more mature protagonists!

Another Saturday morning, another headache, and a one night stand I already regret. It’s not a regular thing for me, but the walk of shame is real. I swear everyone around me can see it, even though as a guy, it’s not nearly as obvious. There’s no smeared makeup, and if my clothes are wrinkled and my hair is a mess, well, that’s easily ignored. Lots of guys are generally disheveled much of the time.

I don’t know why I do these things, but my best guess is it’s out of boredom. A shitty excuse, but it’s all I’ve got. What else is there to do when one is single, relatively young, and in possession of a rather large disposable income? I don’t have a lot of free time, and I’d never see the light of day if I stayed in my apartment all the time. The hospital is like a tomb lit with fluorescent lights, and I’m itching for fresh air, sunshine, and freedom at the end of every shift.

My mother tells me I need a girlfriend. Someone to come home to, a sympathetic ear and a pair of caring arms. Yeah, my mom is a sappy as it gets, but she’s a smart woman. The trouble is, as much as I like the idea of someone steady in my life, it seems women only want me for my money, or the possibility of becoming a doctor’s wife.

So here I am, bored to death, hungover, and alone. Trying not to die while I get my five miles in, and praying I can leave last night’s mistakes in the dust. Other runners cross me on the trail, casting looks of sympathy at my flagging pace. I’m sure I look like death: pale and clammy, dark circles under my eyes like bruises. At least, that’s what I looked like in the mirror this morning before I laced up my running shoes.

I don’t realize my phone is ringing at first; it blends in with the repetitive EDM pulsing through my earbuds, matching the pounding hammer in my skull. Catching the call a few rings in, I lurch to a stop at the side of the trail to answer, eternally grateful for the excuse to take a breather. Now, if I can keep myself from puking, I’ll count myself lucky.

“’Lo?” I try not to huff into the mic, but the hangover isn’t helping and I can’t freaking breathe. I’m bent over at the waist as I try not to suffocate.

“Edward?” a small, female voice asks through the crackle of an unsteady connection.

“Yeah… who’s this?” Shit. Did I give my number to that girl last night? Stranger things have happened, and while I was hammered, I don’t think I was that hammered. She should have taken the hint when I pulled the disappearing act, but I’ve known a couple girls who were on the desperate side, showing up at my favorite bar and trying to bring me shit at the hospital.

God, I’m such a fucking tool.

“Hello? Edward? It’s Bella.”

“Bella?” My shoulders sag in relief. At least I won’t have to start screening my calls—yet. Her voice is a welcome one, and I smile in spite of my impending death.

“It’s Emmett’s sister, you moron.” She sounds a little miffed, like she thinks I can’t remember her. I can almost hear her rolling her eyes.

I smirk, my mood brightening, and I wonder if the Advil is finally kicking in. It’s good to hear Bella’s voice; it’s been too long. Her face flashes through my mind—large, sable eyes and dark, shiny hair. My mind also supplies visions of soft-looking, shiny lips, sweet, perky tits; a phenomenal ass, and great legs; thoughts which I try valiantly to ignore. My best friend would rip my balls off if he knew I ever thought of his baby sister in any way that wasn’t saintly. But I do. Frequently. 

Oh, wait…”mature” might be stretchin’ it just a bit *wink!*

“I know who you are, Bella,” I laugh. “I’m just surprised to hear from you. What’s up?”

I haven’t seen Bella since Christmas. She’s busy with graduate school, and I’m working long shifts at the hospital and/or constantly on call. Between attending surgeries and administering the good drugs, anesthesiologists rarely get a break. We’re in high demand due to a nationwide shortage, which means I’m every surgeon’s bitch. I straighten to my full height and wipe sweat from my brow with the hem of my jacket as I wait for her response. I catch a whiff of whiskey and my stomach threatens to revolt again. That’s right—I’m sweating buckets in March. Fucking hangover.

“I sort of need a favor. I need—” she begins, but then she’s cut off by the clash of loud noises over the line.

Is that yelling? Some sort of metal slamming around? It sounds like giant robots in a boxing match. Where the hell is she?

I make my mind stop wandering and concentrate on helping Bella. “Sure, anything. What do you need?” Emmett would kill me if I left her hanging. Any chance to see her is also a bonus.

“I…” The rest of what she says comes out in an unintelligible jumble. Stupid cell phones.

Pulling the phone away from my ear for a second, I check the coverage—five circles. “I’m sorry, what? I couldn’t hear.”

“I. Need. You. To. Bail. Me. Out,” she says slowly, like she thinks I’m being snarky.

I grin. She’s always been such a little smartass. “Bail you out? Of where?”

It’s the ass-crack of dawn—way too early for her to need help getting out of a bad date. I frown at my next thought—maybe it is way too late. What if she already spent the night with some idiotic frat boy? Damn it, I might have to beat the shit out of some undeserving douche just for touching her. Then again, maybe she needs a ride.

Please God, let it be that last one.

She huffs out a breath, obviously out of patience. “Of jail, Edward. I need you to bail me out of jail.”

What in the ever-loving fuck?

Now that Bella has Manwhoreward’s undivided attention, there will only be one more walk of shame and he pays for that one big time LOL!

~oOo~ROB ATTACK(manip by MidNightSun45)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12660019/1/Rodeo-Nights

After ditching her groom at the altar, Bella needs to get as far away from Willow City, TX as possible. The second she meets a hot rodeo star while hitchhiking, Bella knew her life would never be the same. Edward’s hot, cocky, and successful and could be just what Bella needs. Rated M for Lemons and Language. Curvy Bella and Cowboyward.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 2 – Words: 5,276 – Reviews: 69 – Favs: 204 – Follows: 344 – Updated: 4h ago – Published: Sep 21 – id: 12660019

Damned if Miss Lizzie Lee doesn’t command my attention…AGAIN! Hell’n I couldn’t possibly pass up a fic with a banner like that *drool!*

I hadn’t thought to change out of my wedding dress or call a cab. I was too focused on getting the hell out of there. Now that I’ve been walking for a few miles trying to hitch a ride, I realize how faulty my plan was. Hell, I didn’t have a plan. I probably look absolutely crazed as I walk up the street in my wedding dress in the hot Texas sun.

Of course, with my crappy luck, every car that passes is filled to the brim with children. A family isn’t going to stop to help some random runaway bride on the side of the road. I huff and set my suitcase down in defeat. Perhaps I won’t be leaving Willow City after all. I rest my chin on my fist and pout at every car that passes, hoping my sad, puppy dog eyes will make someone want to stop.

Just as I’m about to lay down and weep, I see a beat up red Chevy truck coming my way. The truck looked to be on its last leg, but I’m not about to start getting picky. Making the most of what God gave me, I jut out my tits and pose so my curves are seen from miles away. I hold up my thumb and hope the driver will take a chance on me and stop.

The truck slows down as the driver sees me, and as it gets closer to me I get a glimpse of one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen. I quickly close my mouth because I know I must look like a fucking trout, and he’s definitely not going to pull over if he notices how I’m staring at him. I try to avert my gaze, but his face captivates me. Through his windshield I can see he has wild penny-colored hair, perfectly sculpted facial features and a jawline I just want to lick. Sunglasses hide his eyes, but I’m sure they’re perfect too. He’s so sexy I wonder how I’ll handle being in the car with him. That is, if he lets me into his truck.

The truck rolls to a stop and the handsome driver rolls down his window and with a smooth, rich voice he asks, “What are you doing dressed like that on the side of the road?” The corners of his mouth are lifted into a slight smile as he teases me.

Too bad I am not in the mood to be teased. Before I can rein in my sarcastic tendencies, I respond with, “Well, I just thought it would be a lovely day to take a walk in the scalding heat. And this old thing? I just forgot to do my laundry today.” When he doesn’t laugh at my sardonic remark, I roll my eyes and continue, “I’m trying to hitch a ride. What does it look like I’m doing?”

This time he does laugh. His deep belly laugh takes me by surprise and I stand awkwardly waiting with my suitcase in hand as I wait for him to invite me into his truck. “Is that anyway to talk to a man that you want a ride from?” he questions with a chuckle.

“Um, no I guess not,” I mumble awkwardly, as I consider resorting to begging if he doesn’t let me in his truck soon. “Look, I’m really sorry,” I quickly apologize, waving my hand around dismissively. “I just really need to get out of here.”

He looks at me for a long moment, as if struggling with something that has nothing to do with me, before nodding and pushing his passenger door open. “All right, get in.”

Happy Friday, y’all!

Rita

ROB ATTACK

 

 

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ROB ATTACK

Evenin’, ladies!

My apologies for the long absence…no excuse except for an acute case of summer laziness! Can’t promise things will become more active as cooler temperatures approach, what with the big 7 0 loomin’ on the horizon *gulp!*

But, never fear! New fics continue to inspire me often enough to feed my passion for sharin’!

Today’s recs are nothin’ if not inspirational!

ROB ATTACK(banner by IpsitaC77) 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12619843/1/The-Rec

I strived on only two certainties: yes or no. Hot or cold. Up or down. Call it a defense mechanism, call it whatever the fuck you want to. In my life, there was no in between. Especially when it came to Edward Cullen.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Angst – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 3 – Words: 13,565 – Reviews: 21 – Favs: 27 – Follows: 50 – Updated: Aug 26 – Published: Aug 19 – id: 12619843

The roads leading to The Rec weren’t different from any of the other roads here in Forks. We twisted and turned, tall green trees surrounding us on either side. The sound of our tires sliding over puddles left over from the rain was a comfort to my ears, but it didn’t surprise me in the least.

That feeling of comfort came along with The Rec, the place where I had spent most of my free time growing up. The Rec was a two-story house converted into a local, social hang out for kids of all ages.

It was monitored by staff and volunteers and was a favorite amongst parents of the town because of how efficiently and safely it was run.

The Rec reminded me of my favorite pair of sweatpants. You know, you think about them all day and once you feel them surrounding you, life is just perfect. Everything is perfect.

So was The Rec.

It was our escape. It was a chance to throw away all the stress that came with being a teenager. It was a chance to relax.

In some of our cases, not mine, but people like Emmett, it was a chance to heal.

For Rose, it was a chance to matter.

For Alice, it was a chance to be heard.

For Jasper, it was a chance to hide.

And for me, it was a constant.

And eventually, all the people I met through The Rec became constants in my life, too. And it turned out that consistency was what I was missing in my life, even though I didn’t need the years of therapy to know that truth.

But to Edward, it was a chance to belong.

Out of all the kids hangin’ out with Bella at The Rec, Edward had it the roughest!

Why wasn’t he moving? He was always the last one to leave The Rec, but something about the way he looked sitting all alone on the couch told me that something was off.

“Are you back at the group home?”

He didn’t answer me and for a long time there was only silence between us.

“When?” My voice sounded so small in the dimly lit room. I watched as Edward shifted on the couch so I couldn’t see his face.

“Last week.”

My eleven-year-old heart broke for reasons I didn’t understand.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“Why would I? It won’t change anything.”

I walked slowly to where he was sitting on the couch, sliding softly into the chair next to him. He watched me out of the corner of his eye, meeting mine briefly before he dropped his gaze to the floor again.

“They’re looking into homes for me.”

“Around here?”

He shrugged, “Maybe. I hope so.”

“Me too.” I heard my Mom’s horn honk from the driveway. I looked at the window and then back at Edward. He was looking at me expectantly. “I have to go. Can we please take you?” I begged.

He shook his head, and even though he hated his situation, I could tell he felt better at least having someone to talk to about it.

“Thanks, though.”

We walked over to the door together before he stopped me. “Bella?”

I turned at my name.

“Please don’t. . . tell. Anyone.”

“I promise.”

And he nudged my shoulder with his, a small smile finally back on his face. 

One of the most promisin’ “coming of age” fics I’ve come across in a looong time!

~oOo~ROB ATTACK(banner by IpsitaC77) 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12600574/1/A-Servant-Wife

It certainly wasn’t in his plans when he woke that morning but somehow, someway, Edward Masen left his farm one late spring morning to stock up on supplies with his children and came home with a new wife. Not a real wife, like the I’ll love you to the ends of time kind of wife, but a servant who was also his wife on paper, kind of half of each.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Western – [Bella, Edward] Carlisle – Chapters: 5 – Words: 11,799 – Reviews: 711 – Favs: 559 – Follows: 1,046 – Updated: 19h ago – Published: Aug 4 – id: 12600574 

The only time Edward felt he knew true love is when he looked at his boys. He wished he had loved their Ma as much as he loved them. Life would have been sweeter. However, from the time she answered his post looking for a bride to the day she died, all Edward felt was a real fondness for her. And she was a good wife. Rachel knew exactly what he needed before he even knew himself sometimes.

She knew if he was going to be extra hungry and she’d make a big dinner. She knew when it was time to make a batch of liniment for his sore muscles. The house was always clean, his clothes mended, the garden lush and his meals hot. If Rachel hadn’t died this winter, they were going to work on making a girl baby for her. A sweet little girl to help out around the house when the boys got big. Now he was heading to town with a long list and a mind to get himself some help. 

This story is loosely based on the film, Rachel and The Stranger, RKO Radio Pictures c. 1948. If you have the chance, do watch it!

Mr. Stanley introduced her as Isabella. She was of a good age to work; looked humble, sweet, and kind. Edward noted her average face, brown hair and brown eyes, trim figure and gentle stature. Her hair was pulled back from her face very tight and under a lace-edged cap. She looked strong enough so he knew she could work the farm. She wasn’t so beautiful as to distract him from his work and lead him into temptation. However, there was still a problem with Isabella.

Isabella was nineteen. She wasn’t the spinster or widow Edward was hoping for. She was of prime marriageable age and smart; Mr. Stanley said that she could read, write, and factor sums. It wouldn’t do to have her just working at his farm, it wasn’t proper. They would be looked down upon and his boys would be ridiculed. He could imagine there would be gossip and innuendo about Isabella’s real purpose. It could be seen as scandalous, leading the townsfolk to question his intentions or his honour. Edward realized he would have to marry her to protect her and his family’s name. 

Well, I don’t know about you but I love watchin’ a clueless Edward “come to Jesus,” as it were…and Bella will make sure he gets there LMAO!

~oOo~ROB ATTACK(banner by Zowie Adamson) 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12614775/1/Scream-Queen

After working on a horror film with hotshot director, Edward Cullen, Bella has finally had her big break through as an actress in Hollywood. Unfortunately, the fame has introduced a dangerous man into her life. A man who watches her every move. Will her former director and ex-lover be able to save her or will the dark side of fame consume them both? M for Violence and Lemons

Rated: Fiction M – English – Suspense/Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 9 – Words: 21,518 – Reviews: 405 – Favs: 247 – Follows: 463 – Updated: Aug 31 – Published: Aug 15 – id: 12614775 

As I continue to walk toward my car parked in the furthest corner on the third level of the garage, I can’t ignore the uneasy feeling that overcomes me. Something’s wrong, I can feel it in the pit of my stomach as I trudge through the garage. It feels like I’m slowly ascending the hill of a roller coaster, my stomach dropping with fear, as I wait for the fall to come. Careful to make as little sound as possible, I reach into my small purse and pull out my key ring. I hold it in my palm and allow my keys to slide through my fingers, until I’m resembling Wolverine. Thank you, Oprah for that entire self-defense segment you did on your show.

Gazing around the third level of the garage, I find nothing suspicious, but this doesn’t soothe the horrible feeling I have in the pit of my stomach. There’s a few cars on this garage level and a few puddles here and there from the rain drops slipping through the poorly constructed roof. Besides that, there is nothing I can see. While this should make me feel better, it only makes me feel more frightened.

I charge toward my Civic with my keys tightly in hand. If anyone’s here, I’m not giving them the chance to grab me. I wait until the very last second to unlock my car, not wanting whoever I’m sensing to jump into the passenger seat beside me. As soon as the car is unlocked, I reach for the door, taking a deep breath before I swing it open. You did it, Swan. See, there was nothing for you to worry about. As soon as I finish that thought, I feel something wrap around my ankle and yank me to the wet, concrete garage floor. My head smacks against the concrete with a thud, and the iron taste of blood fills my mouth as I gasp for air. My head is spinning and my eyes are unable to focus due to the impact. I see stars, and watch them twinkle and explode in front of my eyes as I stare up at the fluorescent light of the parking garage. Move, Swan! You’ve got to move if you want to live! 

Oh, my! Miss Lizzie Lee done done it again! This girl is spreadin’ her author’s wings wide as the sky!

~oOo~ROB ATTACK(banner by Sue Gilreath) 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12360658/1/Unplugged

Masen, rock star, had it all—until he didn’t. Now, he’s trying to rebuild his life, retrace his steps and, hopefully, do it all again, only right this time. Bella Swan had her heart broken, her confidence dashed, and her trust in love destroyed by Edward Cullen. It’s taken her years to get over his betrayal, and now, having finally gotten her life together, he’s back. Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Drama – Chapters: 14 – Words: 60,564 – Reviews: 583 – Favs: 245 – Follows: 469 – Updated: Aug 31 – Published: Feb 11 – id: 12360658  

“What’s this mean?” the blonde asked coyly, tracing the tattoo on his chest. 

“None of your business,” Masen snapped, “and don’t fucking touch me unless I tell you to!” His buzz fading, he already regretted bringing her to his room. He’d thought her pretty, with her long hair and blue eyes, but it had been her generous mouth and thoughts of the pleasure it could bring that had made him choose her over the dozens vying for his attention. But once he’d fulfilled those desires, her appeal had faded, and he was eager to be rid of her.

Her mention of his tattoo, though, that particular symbol, and its unwelcome reminder of how monumentally he’d fucked up, made him want to smash things, trash the place—but he wasn’t stoned or drunk enough to not consider the consequences. Victoria would go ape-shit if she had to deal with the aftermath again—although, to be fair, it’s usually James and not him who goes that far.

“On your knees,” he told Chrissie, Chloe, whatever the hell her name is instead.

Cassie scampered to do his bidding as he reached for a condom. He’d only just lifted the foil package when the door was flung open. It hit the wall with an ear-splitting crash, and Victoria stormed in. She threw Masen a murderous glare before she dragged Cassie off the bed and across the floor, the woman trying desperately to free her hair from Victoria’s clutches. Victoria’s grip remained vicelike; she ignored Cassie’s screeching and, with a concerted effort, shoved her into the corridor. Before the blonde could recover, she gathered whatever female clothing she could lay her hands on and hurled it into her face. “Slut,” Victoria yelled and slammed the door shut.

She turned on Masen then, but he spoke before her. “Must you spoil everything?” he asked contemptuously.

“You’ve sunk to an all-time low, Masen. God knows what I saw in you.”

“A meal ticket, baby; that’s what you saw—what you still see.” He sat up against the headboard, not bothering to cover himself. “Oh, and the best sex you ever had—and let’s not forget the chance to get your face in the papers,” he said like the bastard he’d become.

“What’s happened to you? You’ve turned into a pig— a drunk, junkie pig; no wonder you can’t hold onto relationships” she retaliated, unwittingly hitting on a raw, a very raw, nerve.

I dumped those women because they were soulless and fame hungry; like you,” he snapped, pushing back unwanted thoughts of the relationships he severed—the ones that mattered—the one that meant the most—not the interludes with vacuous models and actresses. “And you and I are not in a relationship; we fuck— occasionally—when no one else takes my fancy.”

Victoria recoiled but quickly recovered; her reputation for being a bitch, well earned. “Well, you won’t be famous for much longer if you don’t pull your head out of your ass and clean yourself up!”

Lordamercy! This is one dark and down Edward but there’s got to be a pure light shinin’ underneath there…somewhere! He had it once! He just needs to find it again *sigh!*

Edward told her to check her email. There, she found a video link he’d sent. Bella cried when first seeing it; it was so, so beautiful and romantic. “That’s us, Baby,” Edward, also emotional, said. Over the next years, the video for Beautiful World, a reminder of their love, drove both Bella and Edward to the heights of happiness and the depths of sorrow.

~oOo~ 

What Have We Done? by Ladylibre_banner by Bee Lynn

(banner by Bee Lynn) 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12499419/1/What-Have-We-Done

Fed up with her family’s mourning since leaving Bella behind, Rosalie returns to Forks to prove that the stupid human is just fine without them. But what she finds is not what she expected. And that will not do. **A canon-based, drabblish AU New Moon fic.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Angst/Hurt/Comfort – Bella, Rosalie – Chapters: 57 – Words: 55,606 – Reviews: 3,662 – Favs: 496 – Follows: 918 – Updated: Aug 31 – Published: May 23 – id: 12499419 

And before anyone asks, NO…this is NOT a Bella / Rosalie femme slash fic *eyeroll!*

People fall in and out of love all the time, and Edward is more fickle than even the average human as he’s had years to perfect his emo ways.

For Bella Swan to opt out of living because her heart is broken. . .

I cannot allow it.

We have no intention of ever returning to Forks, so no one in the family would know of her self-imposed collapse, especially as Alice hasn’t scanned the future in months.

“I’m afraid to look,” she’d said.

But I could not survive the next seventy-plus years knowing Bella Swan lays the blame for her walking death at our immortal feet.

No freakin’ way.

I raise my hand to knock on the door and hear the chief’s patrol car backfire at the far end of the street. Annoyed by his timing, I blur back into the forest before he can see me, seeking solace in my tree as Charlie Swan turns into his driveway.

He cuts the engine, and I expect him to rush inside. But he rests his head against the steering wheel, releasing a heavy sigh.

I’m assuming he’s just had a rough day at work—and wondering how hard it could possibly be to fight crime in Forks—when a strangled groan fills the patrol car’s cabin. Charlie covers his mouth to muffle his cries, but my keen hearing catches every nuance of his pain.

His deep, deep pain.

Suddenly I am reminded of a sound I heard from Carlisle’s study last week at a time when he thought the house was empty. But Carlisle did not muffle his cries, and the shock of his naked agony pinned me in place.

And as Bella’s father weeps in his car, the stark similarities between that moment and this one makes me clutch my silent chest in fear.

What have we done?

See why all of us who are already readin’ this are readin’ this? Uh…did that make sense?

I clamp my lips shut to stave off the stinging in my eyes, but his every anguished inhale tugs on my heart, demanding its attention. He has yet to say anything intelligible, but I don’t need an interpreter to understand.

He cries for Bella.

He grieves for Bella.

He fears for Bella.

Which means things are not as bad as I first thought.

They are far, far worse.

Hell’n I’d better stop before I copy/paste the whole damn thing *gigglesnort!* Although not marked Complete, Denise says it is…or has she got something else up her sleeve with which to shock and amaze us?

Of course, there are many more wonderful fics out there I haven’t gotten to yet and I’m lookin’ forward to hearin’ which ones have tickled your fancy!

Happy weekend, y’all!

Rita

ROB ATTACK

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ROB ATTACK

Evenin’, ladies!

Everyone enjoyin’ their summer? I swear, I have no idea where July went but I was determined to get this post out to you before August…looks like it’ll be by the skin of my teeth LMAO!

Now, you won’t see this very often…well, never, actually, but my first rec is an EPILOGUE! Oh, but what an epilogue it is! Recognize that mustache?ROB ATTACK(manip by Lolypop82)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9069505/24/Deviant

He pissed me off and then he turned me on. Spectacularly.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 24 – Words: 94,477 – Reviews: 10,558 – Favs: 6,005 – Follows: 4,236 – Updated: Jul 27 – Published: Mar 4, 2013 – Status: Complete – id: 9069505

Yay! Manchu and Half Pint are back and they’re not alone LOL!

“It’s been weeks, Bella! I’m dying over here.” I am. I truly am.

“I don’t know about you, but two close calls since the baby was born? Too many. Blame yourself.”

“I can’t help it if I have very virile sperm!” A wail comes from the monitor hanging off my belt loop and I sigh, knowing I’m beat. “I got her.”

“Thank you!” Bella sing-songs, the pleasure evident in her voice.

Walking dejectedly to the nursery, I smile big when I see the newest member of our quickly expanding brood crying and balling her fists up. “Shh, hey now, killer, Daddy’s here.” Lifting her up, I cradle her against my chest and kiss her head, inhaling that baby smell which makes me forget all my problems. Even being denied the beautiful curves of my wife.

“Did Mommy and Daddy wake you up? Daddy’s sorry, but he just loves your mommy so much he loses it sometimes,” I whisper against her forehead, placing a kiss and soothing her awhile before finally laying her on the changing table. “But don’t tell her, it’s our secret. Can’t have her thinking I’m wrapped around her finger.”

I blow a raspberry on her bare stomach and Viv gives me a gassy smile like she knows I’m a sucker and a liar as I place a fresh diaper on her before buttoning her up and placing her back in her crib. She fusses a little, so I grab the pacifier with the mustache on it and pop it in her mouth. She looks ridiculous, but thanks to hilarious friends and family, we keep getting them as gifts. She grasps my finger like she totally understands our conversation, and I smile down at her.

Her little eyes start to close so I stroke her baby fine hair until she settles. “Who am I kidding? All my girls are evil vixens. You’ve cast a spell on me.” 

How long do you think Bella can hold out against Manchu on a mission to get laid? How do they thwart his super virile sperm when they both hate usin’ a condom? Oh, you’ll have to read to find out *wink!*

Apologies to those of you who have not read Deviant *gasp* but spoilers were inevitable in this case!

~oOo~ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12547589/1/Burning-Saints

As this saint burns, so will burn my soul should I betray the oath of Omertà. I enter alive and will have to leave dead.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Crime/Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 6 – Words: 23,990 – Reviews: 773 – Favs: 439 – Follows: 810 – Updated: Jul 28 – Published: Jun 27 – id: 12547589 

It’s the 1950’s and Edward has just returned home after five years in Cuba.

He leads me to a roof access door and we climb the stairs until we’re four stories above Rush Street, looking out at the city. Em unscrews the cap and tosses it over the side of the building before taking a huge swig. “There are big changes comin’ for us, Eddie.”

“Yeah?”

He points to the skyline. “All this is gonna be ours.”

I say nothing, letting him go on with the crazy talk.

“And it’s all because of you.” He comes towards me and grabs the back of my neck. “You ballsy motherfucker, you.” Pulling me close, he lowers his voice, “I know what you did.”

“You do?”

Em nods. “Dad said you did the hit. I mean, he didn’t go into detail, but you know.”

“Yeah, well . . . ” I trail off and snuff out my cig as memories from the night I put two slugs in that bastard’s skull flood my mind. “It had to be done.”

“It was fuckin’ brilliant,” Em muses, offering the bottle to me. “You weren’t even an associate at the time.”

“Nope,” I say with a laugh, thinking about how I was just some spoiled prick barely out of college. “That’s probably why no one suspected.”

“No one did.” He steps close to the ledge. “It made sense at the time when my dad said he got you out of here for your safety. He told the rest of the crew that you left for school then went to help him with his interests in Havana.”

“Ma said he sent her and Es to the ol’ country for a while.”

“Yep.” He looks out over the street. “This place went up for grabs, Eddie. Paulie and Felix had a goddamn field day. Made real names for themselves.”

“I’ll bet they did.”

We’re quiet for a bit, staring out into the city listening to the trains and sirens in the distance and the bustling traffic coming from the street below.

“Did you want to be the one who did it?”

“Yeah, I think so. I don’t know. It was so fucked up, man,” I say before striking a match and lighting another cigarette. “We were down at the morgue, ID’ing the body. My ma was goin’ wild, just losin’ it. But Uncle C, man, he was just. . . ” I’m at a loss for words letting the smoke billow out of my mouth. “Next thing I know, your dad’s pulling me into an office, saying they’ve got the guy who did it, and offering me the opportunity to handle it.”

Em nods, knowing that my father never wanted me to end up in the family business. “So you stepped up?”

“Yeah.” I hold up two fingers. “Your dad made two phone calls from the coroner’s office. The first was to Philly to confirm who pulled the trigger.”

“And the second?”

My lips curl into a sick smile. “The second person he called was Chopper.”

“Chopper? Old man Aro?”

“Yep.” I take another drag. “The night of the wake, we left the funeral home, met up with Chopper at the back of the Yards.”

“No shit?”

“No shit, man. Chopper had that greasy fuck hogtied on the slaughterhouse floor. Your dad handed me a .22, I pulled the trigger and that was that.” I shrug, feeling no remorse for my actions. No regret. No nothing.

Em spends the next few hours filling in the gaps, telling me all about what went down while I was gone all those years. We empty the bottle going back and forth as I listen to who killed who, who heads up what now and a coded rundown of who’s who in the family.

“The books are probably gonna be openin’ up soon,” Em says, looking at me to gauge my reaction at hearing that the family will be bringing in new members.

I don’t comment since I’m probably not eligible because I haven’t made my bones yet. At least none that anyone can know about. 

Mobwards are so damned irresistible and LayAtHomeMom is givin’ us one for the ages!

~oOo~ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12540738/1/A-Woman-of-Conviction

Bella is a single mom of two boys trying to make ends meet. Edward is a successful business man. Can he help her? Will she let him?

Rated: Fiction M – English – Chapters: 6 – Words: 14,689 – Reviews: 283 – Favs: 214 – Follows: 465 – Updated: Jul 27 – Published: Jun 22 – id: 12540738

I’m always pleased to discover a new author and Alyscia came to me by way of Bernadette Allyson Aquino from FB group The No Rules Twilight fan fic Recs Club!

“Welcome to Paul’s Diner, I’m Bella and I will be taking care of you today.” I give them my best smile while I hand them the menus.

“Hi, thank you,” the pixie woman greets me.

“We have Pepsi products, tea, and coffee. Can I get you anything while you look through the menu?” I put my pen to paper, waiting for any responses.

“Diet Pepsi,” Pixie orders.

“Do the Dew, please,” Linebacker laughs at his own joke and the blonde scolds him.

“Jesus, Emmett, are you five? Diet Pepsi.”

“Sweet tea,” the shaggy blonde guy answers, eyeing the pixie.

“Coffee, black, freshly brewed too, please. Also, make sure the cup is clean,” the scowling copper-haired man demands in a tight velvet voice without looking up from his phone.

“Jesus, Edward, I’m sure they have clean glasses.” Pixie rolls her eyes at Scowling Guy.

“Alice, have you seen this dump? I can’t believe you talked me into this shit.”

“Yes, our place has some character to it, but I assure you that our food is amazing. Seth, our cook, is attending Seattle’s best culinary school,” I defend the diner and Seth.

“Sure,” Copper guys says skeptically.

“I’ll just get those drinks for you.” I put my pad in my apron and quickly go and get the drinks for them.

I grab all the drinks and put them on a tray and walk back over to the table. “Here we go. Diet Pepsi, Diet Pepsi, do the Dew for you, sweet tea for the gentleman, and your fresh coffee in the cleanest of the clean cups, sir.” I keep my smile fun and cute while passing the cups around. Most of the group chuckles, but mister grumpy raises his eyebrow as if challenging me.

“Are we ready to order?” I keep with my chipper self, ignoring his challenge.

“Yes, we are.” They all chatter away with what they want, and then I get to mister cranky pants.

“I want a sub, pepperoni, salami, ham, mustard and mayonnaise, lettuce, tomato, and pickle on whole grain with provolone cheese. Do you think your cook can handle that?” He hands his menu to me with a cocky grin.

I raise my bitch brow with my own smirk. “I think you’ll find your sub more than satisfying, sir.”

I walk over to the window to put my order in to Seth. “Hey, for the sub give him the Bella special.” I wink.

I get to the window to pick up my order for the business group and smile, seeing that Seth did exactly what I wanted to mister grumpy copper hair.

“Here we go.” I hand the orders to everyone, the last one going down in front of him. I wait.

I hear them chuckle and laugh at him. He just stares hard at it, then looks at me with a confused expression.

“Did you seriously have my food made into a smiley face?”

“Yes, sir, I hope you enjoy your food. If you need anything, please feel free to ask.” I smile and wink and leave their table. I check my other tables and the boys, and before I know it the business group is stacking dishes, so I quickly get the check and take it over to them.

“I hope the food was up to your standards.” I put the check down on the table.

“It was the best I’ve had. This is going to be my lunch spot from now on.” Linebacker pats his stomach to drive his point home. The others nod their heads in agreement.

I wait for copper hair to respond but he keeps his face in his phone.

They give me a credit card and I quickly run it and bring their receipt and wish them a good day.

I start cleaning up another table and when I reach theirs I nearly faint at the sight of the tip. Five one hundred dollar bills with a note.

‘Best sub ever’

I sit down before my legs give out. I can get the kids clothes and more groceries. Someone upstairs is finally giving me a small break.

I’m such a sucker for a down-on-her-luck Bella catchin’ a break from a man of means…Edward, of course!

~oOo~ROB ATTACK(banner by Clo Rodeffer aka HeartForTwilight)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12547034/1/Shaky-Ground

Dr. Edward Masen, a lonely, broken man, is living in Seattle. Work is the only thing he knows. Dr. Isabella Swan just moved to Seattle, working as a pediatrician. It’s hate at first sight. Unfortunately, natural disaster upends their lives … will they survive? Full summary inside. AU/AH

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Hurt/Comfort – Chapters: 10 – Words: 26,407 – Reviews: 718 – Favs: 406 – Follows: 676 – Updated: 23h ago – Published: Jun 26 – id: 12547034

Tufano79 strikes again! Hell’n I’m beginnin’ to think she’s actually an Energizer Bunny in disguise *wink!*

“I love my job,” Dr. Edward Masen muttered as he sat in his Volvo. “I love my job. I really love my job.” One of the nurses waved at him as she passed him. He growled and ran his hand through hair. He did love his job, but he hated the vapid, awful nurses and single, female doctors, who saw him as a piece of meat. Someone to be conquered.

He was not some prize to be won, damn it. “Not today, bitches.” He got out of the car, swiping his messenger bag, white coat and lanyard with his ID card.

Walking into Harborview Medical Center, he dropped off his belongings in his rarely-used office and got ready for his twelve-hour shift as an emergency room attending physician. He focused his attention on doing his job, healing the sick and helping people. He kept his interactions with the female coworkers concise, but professional, though he’d rather not interact with them at all. He focused on his patients. He treated them respectfully and with the dignity they needed, especially when they were sick and scared.

He worked diligently, helping his patients and smiling warmly at them when they thanked him. This why he went into medicine, to help people. Not to fend off horny females, swatting them away like annoying gnats.

“Dr. Masen, we have a little boy with a suspicious rash,” said Shelly Cope, one of the charge nurses. “I’d send in one of the residents, but the boy is covered head-to-toe in this rash.”

“Thanks, Shelly,” Edward said, finishing his notes on his tablet. He handed her the tablet, getting the new one for the boy, Cole. He read the history and strode into the room. “Hello? My name is Dr. Edward Masen.”

“I’m Kathryn and this is my son, Cole,” the mom said. She was clearly worried and running her fingers through the boy’s hair.

“Why don’t you tell me the symptoms?” Edward asked, sitting down next to the quiet, sick little boy. Kathryn shared the symptoms and Cole piped up when Edward gave him a physical examination. “I think that you just have a mild form of malaria. It’s a heat rash.”

“I disagree,” said a petite, brunette doctor. She was dressed in a pair of gray dress pants and a light blue blouse, underneath her white doctor’s coat. She glanced at the tablet in her hand, wrinkling her nose. “Did you vaccinate your son?”

“Vaccinate?” asked Kathryn.

Edward looked at the young doctor. She was new, that was certain.

“A word, Dr. Swan?” he growled, glaring at her coat, seeing her name, Dr. I. Swan. The woman arched a brow, holding her tablet to her body. “Please?” They both gave Kathryn a clinical smile. Edward gestured to the hallway and glowered at the woman. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“Dr. Isabella Swan. Shelly paged me and asked me to consult on your case,” Bella said, holding out her hand. Edward sneered at her, leaving her hanging. She put her hand down, placing both of her hands on her hips. “And I would appreciate if you would not swear at me.” Edward continued to glare at her. “Look, I don’t think that Cole has malaria. He’s running a fever, which is not an indicator of heat rash. He also has never been vaccinated.” Bella showed Edward the medical records, showing that Cole did not receive any vaccinations.

“Regardless, you should have approached me since I’m his physician,” Edward snapped. “It makes me look incompetent.”

“If the shoe fits,” Bella snarled back. “You didn’t look at the whole picture. Nor did you run any cultures. You were going to release this boy back to his mom with his this highly communicable disease. I ordered Shelly to take his blood and test it, just to verify my diagnosis. If you would pull your head out of your own ass, you would have done the same.” Before he could respond, Bella turned on her heel, gliding back into the examination room and explained, calmly to the mother what she believed her son to have.

Edward was panting in the hallway, wanting to strangle Dr. Isabella Swan, regardless of how gorgeous she was.

What the fuck?

Oil and water…cats and dogs…until an earthquake brings them together in a way neither of them expected!

~oOo~ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12584528/1/Rent-A-Vampire

In a world where it has become the norm to date a supernatural being, no self-respecting woman would turn up at a party without one, would she?

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Humor – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 3 – Words: 5,557 – Reviews: 135 – Favs: 98 – Follows: 214 – Updated: 12h ago – Published: Jul 24 – id: 12584528

My vampire rental arrived on my doorstep at twilight on what had been an unusually sunny day for September.

I opened my door and stared at the man whose only resemblance to his photograph was the uncomfortable expression on his face. It was as if he could smell something particularly unpleasant, such as dog excrement.

His eyes were shut tight so I had a quick sniff at my clothes. Not detecting anything untoward, I regarded the vision of beauty in front of me.

His long, bronze hair was in complete disarray, the very tips catching the last rays of the setting sun and forming a halo atop his head. His pale skin was flawless and smooth, his lips red and full – even though they were currently pressed firmly together – and his lashes were long enough to make girls the world over green with envy. He was obviously adept at applying his makeup for I couldn’t tell where he’d used it and where he hadn’t.

He took a deep breath in, sighed and opened his blood red eyes.

“Miss Bella Swan?”

His voice was deep and soft, and it wrapped around my name, enveloping it just like the red velvet of my cloak did my body on chilly evenings.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” he asked.

I shook my head and came back to my senses. “Of course,” I said, realising my error and moving to one side. I waved an arm in front of my body. “Do come in.”

He glided past me, mumbling something about humans having no sense of self-preservation, and placed his holdall on the floor beside the sofa. He turned and looked around my apartment.

“You only have the one room,” he said.

“Yes. Well, this and a bathroom.”

“Where is your bed?”

“The sofa pulls out.”

“Oh.”

“Oh? Oh no! I didn’t think about where you would sleep.”

“I won’t be needing a bed.”

“Of course you won’t. Perhaps you’d like to hang upside down from one of the joists, or I could empty my blanket chest if you like. It’s quite long. If you bend your knees, you might just fit.”

“You really have no idea, do you?”

“Not really, no.”

“I don’t sleep hanging upside down. Nor do I sleep in a coffin. Vampires don’t sleep at all.”

“You keep going all night?”

He raised an eyebrow. “We have been known to, yes.”

I didn’t know whether to laugh or blush. I did the latter. “So, what will you do while I’m sleeping?”

“Watch you.”

“No! No way! That’s creepy.”

“I’m a vampire. It’s my job to be creepy.”

“Please tell me you don’t mean that.”

“Isn’t that why you hired me?”

Had it not been for a very sweet PM from DataByteDL-FangirlinGrandma, I mighta waited until Moosals hit the complete button on her latest endeavor! Boy, am I glad she persuaded me not to wait…thanks, Dee darlin’ *HUGS!*

~oOo~ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/7079270/1/I-m-Only-Sleeping

One second’s loss of control and all is ruined. Trapped in her own body Bella needs to find a way to make herself heard. A tale of love, loss and family. Jasper/Bella Friendship. Eventual Edward/Bella. Winner of an Emerging Swan Award

Rated: Fiction M – English – Hurt/Comfort/Friendship – [Bella, Edward] Jasper – Chapters: 45 – Words: 124,120 – Reviews: 1,974 – Favs: 934 – Follows: 423 – Updated: Dec 5, 2011 – Published: Jun 14, 2011 – Status: Complete – id: 7079270

Okay, so it’s another New Moon AU…shoot me LOL!

The scratching of Alice’s pencil halted and I turned to look at her. Her face was blank and her eyes glazed. She was seeing something beyond the lounge and judging by her emotions it wasn’t something good.

I suspected it was Edward, she had seen a few visions of him when he first left. She was waiting for the moment he decided to return to Bella, we all were, but as time passed the visions stopped. He had either found a way to avoid her sight or he had ceased making decisions altogether. That had worried her, and she had not spoken of it to Esme or Carlisle, they had been with him the longest and were both having difficulty dealing with his absence.

She came back to the present with a muffled cry, her emotions were a crippling mess of shock and horror.

The sound of her cry brought Esme from the guest room and Emmett from the kitchen. Only Rosalie and Carlisle were absent, Carlisle was at work and Rosalie was in the garage behind the house, she would not have heard Alice’s cry from that distance.

“Alice, what is it?” I asked. Pulling her into my lap and comforting her as best I could.

“Bella.”

The effect of that one word was instant. Esme clapped a hand to her mouth and Emmett shot around the couch to squat in front of us both.

“What about her?” he asked. “What’s happened to her?” He gripped her arm with such force Alice flinched.

“I didn’t look, the vision came to me on its own,” she said impatiently. “But that doesn’t matter, Bella’s been hurt, seriously hurt. I don’t know what happened to her, but she’s in hospital and it looks bad.”

Esme let out a small sob and wavered on her feet, Emmett moved to her side and put his arm around her shoulders, steadying her.

He turned to Alice. “Did you see Charlie or Renee there, if she’s in hospital they should be there, right?”

“I can’t see anyone else there, she’s all alone.”

“Try and search for Charlie’s future,” I suggested. “Maybe he was hurt too. It could have been a car accident or something like that.”

Again she slipped into the blank gaze that accompanied her visions but this time she snapped out of it much faster.

“I can’t see anything, there’s nothing but black for Charlie, and I don’t know Renee well enough to be able to pinpoint her future.”

“That’s okay,” I reassured her. “You can’t be expected to see everything.”

Emmett was calling the hospitals in the Forks vicinity trying to track Bella down. He finally found her in the Olympic Medical Center. He was currently trying to pry information about her condition, his wheedling tone slowly changing to one of irritation.

“Well fuck you too.” He finally roared into the receiver and threw it down. “They won’t tell me anything as I’m not ‘family’,” he sneered the word.

“Maybe Carlisle will have more luck when he gets home,” Esme suggested.

Just then we heard the squealing of brakes and the skidding sounds of Carlisle’s Mercedes making the turn into our driveway at high speed.

He ran through the front door and caught Esme as she launched herself into his arms sobbing.

He smoothed her hair and led her to the couch then crouched down to face Alice. “What did you see?”

Though he was outwardly calm his emotions were a raging confusion of fear and pain.

“She was in a hospital bed, her chest was bandaged and she wasn’t awake. There were machines and…” She lost control of her emotions and sobbed into my chest.

“Okay, it’s okay Alice, I will call the hospital and see if I can get more information. The rest of you, pack what you need, we’re going to Forks.”

Carlisle picked up the phone and the rest of us dispersed to gather anything we may need to take with us. I went to the safe in Carlisle’s office and grabbed the false ID cards and passports for us all. In an envelope at the back were two other sets of identification in the name of Bella Cullen and Bella Masen. I grabbed those too, it was best to be prepared.

When we reconvened in the lounge Carlisle was just finishing his call. “Yes, thank you for your help. We will be there as soon as we can.”

Carlisle hung up the phone and turned to us with a serious expression. For a moment I thought we were too late, that Bella had died. Apparently, Esme thought the same as she shook her head jerkily, whispering. “No, Carlisle, please don’t say it.”

He took her in his arms. “Not Bella, Charlie.” We let out a collective sigh of relief then immediately felt guilty.

Charlie was dead. Bella’s father. What had happened to them?

“Jasper,” Carlisle said turning to me. “I need you to get in touch with Jenks, we need a document naming us Bella’s guardians in Renee absence.”

“Where is Renee?” Esme asked.

“I don’t know.” Carlisle said rubbing his forehead wearily. “I spoke to one of Bella’s doctors and he said they hadn’t been able to contact her.”

“Oh, I hope she’s okay,” Esme fretted.

“We don’t have time to discuss this now,” Emmett said impatiently. “We need to go. Are we going to drive or get a flight?”

“Flying would be faster,” Esme said. “Alice can you check the weather conditions.”

She blanked out again for a moment, but came back with a relieved smile. “We’ll be fine. It will be early morning by the time we get to Forks and the day is overcast.”

I called Jenks and arranged for the documentation to be delivered to our Forks house the next morning. He griped about the speed but after some well chosen words and thinly veiled threats he was more agreeable.

It was already dusk here so we wouldn’t have to stick to the shadows at the airport. We gathered our bags and headed out to the cars when Rosalie spoke up.

“What about Edward?”

Shit.

OH,MY.GOD! This is such a great read! It certainly kept me readin’ into the wee hours for days on end LOL!

What stories have enthralled you through the lazy days of summer?

Happy Sunday, y’all!

Rita

ROB ATTACK

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