Just out of curiosity, I kept track of the fics I’ve been readin’ this week! Now, I know some people read waaay more than I do but, in my book, twenty-eight is a LOT!
Several I’ve already rec’d, some I won’t be rec’in’ at all, quite a few I’m waitin’ to be completed and TWO I couldn’t wait to share!!!
March 12, 2011
Alice, she’s marrying him.
I can’t bear this anymore. I can’t see her like this and not feel like I’m dying. I can’t keep doing this to myself, but I’m terrified that I can’t stop it either.
I have to do something. I can’t come home. I can’t do this anymore. I have to end this before I can’t.
Uh, oh! Right off the bat, the promise of major angst is off the charts!
“Bella?” I could hear Jacob saying through the phone, as right on cue, another triplet of bangs echoed up the stairs and through the hall.
“It’s just someone at the door. Probably the mail guy. Charlie said he’d ordered some kind of fishing stuff. Let me call you back.”
Hoping I wouldn’t have to chase down whatever Charlie had ordered, I threw open the door. Damp, icy wind smacked into my face and cut straight through the thin fabric of my tee. It smelled like snow and pine and smoke from someone’s chimney. As I stepped to the edge of the porch, I squinted against relentless gray.
But I blinked and just like that, it was gone.
Was it Edward? Was it Alice? At this point, we have no idea who or why but we do find out what!
Then I saw it.
Forcing myself to move, I tried to pick it up, only to realize that whatever was in there wasn’t light. When I jostled it, it felt and sounded like… books and paper. Curious, ignoring the biting cold for a second, I slid the paper from beneath the string, nearly dropping it when I read the strange, sweeping cursive inside. It simply said:
Okay, I know you don’t wanna wait to see what’s in the box…
I frowned at the creeping edge that I had to be imagining. “Meh, looks like it’s just some old trinkets and keepsakes.”
Wedged between the journals, the frame took a few seconds of gentle tugging and sawing before it finally came free.
“She and Phil are moving again, so she was probably just cleaning out the attic and forgot to tell me she’d sent it. You know how she is.”
Jacob snorted. “Yeah, I do. Are they going to–”
I flipped the frame over in my lap, and the rest of Jake’s words drowned in the white noise that abruptly crashed all around me.
While I hadn’t seen this face in at least six years, my mind recognized Edward Cullen the same as if I were right there, right now, sitting at that table in junior biology, wondering why he hated me so much when everything single thing he did fascinated me.
For those of you familiar with Katinki, you already know you’re in for a treat! For those of you who aren’t familiar with Katinki…you’re in for a treat LMAO!
This story/author is completely new to me, found on a random trip around the fandom…no one rec’d this story…never heard of her before…couldn’t be happier to have literally stumbled across a gem of a fic!
The B&B is a charming old house built in the roaring twenties that once belonged to Angela’s grandmother. The historic architecture and large wraparound porch cannot be overlooked as travelers and lifelong residents drive past. I am the sole employee. Angela helps out now and then and both her parents have a hand in the maintenance and finances, but I basically run the show.
And so we’re introduced to a proud and fiercely independent Bella in the process of divorcin’ Mike who, even after two kids, doesn’t light her fire LOL!
Then one day I woke up at the tender age of twenty three with two kids, married to the only man I’d ever dated, and forever stuck in the same town in which I was born. It wasn’t Mike’s fault that I fell out of love with him. And that is how I’ve found myself about to be divorced at twenty four with two kids to support who don’t understand why mommy and daddy don’t want to live together anymore.
But doesn’t life have a way of surprisin’ the hell outta you? Sometimes in the most wonderful of ways!
My mind is wandering down memory lane when the little bell chimes alerting me someone has entered the house.
What I see when I round the corner to the hallway is no mere man, but what might possibly be the most beautiful human being I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“Good evening, Miss. I’m Edward Cullen. I called about a room last week.”
If you’re not prepared to follow these stories as WIP’s, both authors have multiple completed fics on their profile pages to enjoy while you wait!
What fics have you been anxious to share with us this week?
Happy Friday, y’all!