Still recoverin’ from a bloody virus that cost me my precious TBR…may it rest in peace *whimper!*
Which means I haven’t read any completed fics since my last post but never fear!
I’ll be sharin’ three WIP’s I KNOW you’re gonna love as much as I do!
Only two chapters in and I’m so hooked LOL!
Private Masen eyed his nurse as if she were a snake poised to strike. Isobel gestured at the screen propped in the corner.
“Kindly hurry up. There are other lads needing my attention. Ye may go behind there if ye wish, but ye shall nae be going back to the front until we have solved this. I dinnae ken what ye’re sae worrit about. Ye’ve nothing I havenae seen before.”
He released his breath in a long sigh and looked at his boots. He removed his belt and the khaki wool trench coat and set them on the examination table, turned his back and pulled off his sweater. Off came the long sleeved cotton shirt, leaving him in his sleeveless cotton undershirt. Isobel sucked in her breath.
He faced her, his mouth turned down, eyes glittering but lowered. “Do I have to show you more?”
She put one hand on his elbow and the other on his wrist, and inspected the welts that covered every inch. “How far does this extend?”
“These are hives.”
“How long have ye had them?”
His green eyes welled with tears but he would not let them fall. “Two weeks.”
She put her hands on her hips and clenched her teeth. “Since the winter uniform came out.”
“Ye foolish man!” She flapped her arms at him. “Why didnae ye tell anyone ye’re allergic to wool?”
When he raised his face to look at her, his eyes burned. “I tried to keep the summer uniform. I argued with my commanding officer. He told me that it wasn’t up to him.”
Isobel gawped at him. “Ye mean he knew you were allergic?”
“He didn’t hear me out. Men who refuse to wear the uniform exactly as prescribed are court-marshalled.”
“But there must be exceptions!”
“They don’t care.”
Her voice went up with excitement. “They have tae care! Ye’re scratching your skin to ribbons and it’ll get infected! What use will ye be with the gangrene?”
Private Masen did not answer. She growled at him, stalked across the room, pulled a set of towels from the shelves and thrust them at him.
I’d like to think our soldiers get better treatment in this day and age ’cause if any of them had to go through what Edward was forced to endure…
She brought over a bottle of carbolic lotion and a bowl of paste, on a tray. “Lie down.” She took his wrist, brought it to the side of the table, and picked up the leather restraint to buckle him down. He pulled out of her grip.
“I don’t need that.”
She leaned over him, near enough to kiss. “Edward, ye’d nae like to hurt me, would you?”
He blinked. “I’d never hurt you.”
“A decorated officer broke a nurse’s jaw last week.”
He placed his hands in the restraints and allowed her to fasten them. He’d have preferred to face a hundred Huns.
“Thank you.” She stroked his hair. “It is gonna hurt.”
Edward blushed and turned his face away as she opened his dressing gown. He clenched his jaw and held his breath.
A cloth saturated with carbolic touched the worst of his wounds and he gasped. The more it penetrated, the worse it burned. “N-no, stop!”
“Ye maun have it, dearie.” Rapidly, Isobel washed him all over. When she swept the cloth across his inner thighs, he screamed.
Well, that was the worst of it…or was it? You know what to do LOL!
Now, I’ve read a number of fics where Bella was forced to pay off Charlie’s debts in one way or another but there’s a twist to this tale you won’t see comin’!
“Bella Marie! Pick up!”
A young woman in a too tight pale blue cotton shirtdress, the top two buttons long gone, looks up from the order she is taking with a frozen smile and nods at the cook. She’ll be there in a moment.
“Bella Marie! NOW!”
With a too big smile plastered across her face, one that does not quite reach her eyes, Bella Marie trays the three plates of food and double checks the ticket to be sure everything is alright before grabbing a stand. Fortunately, everything is okay and Bella Marie catches her reflection in the chrome trim surrounding the pass thru.
She sees her highly curled, heavily sprayed hair that rivals Reba in her height of fame and somewhere under the thick black liner, her dark brown eyes peer out. Twilight Diner has a reputation as a throwback to the fifties, a time when Happy Days and carhops thrived. It’s all part of the image James has tried to cultivate as a front for his other businesses.
Okay, so the diner is a front for something else. Edward is hidin’ something , too…
“Trust no one,” he whispers next to her ear. “Not everything you think you see is real. Not even things that I may tell you.”
Bella Marie silently follows him to an elevator and waits for it to arrive.
Bella Marie raises her chin. If he wants her to act proud, she will. No one will dare make her cower when she is with him.
Of this, she is certain.
“My job requires a certain image. Jake orders me to have a certain appetite for beautiful women. Too many of his clients see it as a necessary evil. And since he is constantly watched, I am constantly watched. You are just the latest he has had show up, to those people. But remember, it is not always real.”
Even Bella’s reality isn’t what she thinks it is but you’ll have to read to find the clue to the mystery of how she got into her current predicament!
There are a number of stories in circulation where Bella has been stricken mute by some tragedy or other but, as you know, each author tackles the whys and wherefores in a different way! To me, the difference in Break My Silence is all about Edward!
“Mr. Cullen! If you interrupt my class one more time-“
“Fuck, I didn’t do anything!” I growled, glaring at Crowley, who just gave me a shit-eating grin.
“That’s it! Take your foul language over to the principal,” the old hag hissed at me. I grabbed my shit, glaring at her, before storming off and walking down the hall. I took my time, the longest route that was possible to take in this tiny building, so I could calm down before getting to the office. It’s a reflex to turn when someone kicks your fucking chair, I hadn’t even gotten a second to say a God damn thing.
She was still pissed at me for pointing out her sub-par education two years ago. But seriously, a math teacher should know that an equilateral triangle can be split evenly in three ways. Every damn side is the same.
I have no idea where they find the excuses for teachers for this school.
Cocky much? You have no idea!
“You… can’t talk?” I asked in clarification. Every tear that escaped her eyes was like a punch to the gut.
She nodded, and I stood there in disbelief and an oncoming sense of horror. She sprang, taking a run for escape, leaving her basket of groceries on the floor. I was cemented in place, I couldn’t have stopped her.
It wasn’t that she hadn’t wanted to talk to me. Well, it was probably, but it wasn’t the reason for her silence.
I looked down at her abandoned basket, frowning even more. I looked at the corner shelf, and assumed that she was looking for sour cream. Not knowing why she’d been frowning, I looked through the containers, finding that most of them expired within the next two days.
Feeling determined, I dug through to get to the back and got another container, then brought her basket up to the cash. I paid for her groceries, figuring it was the least I could do when I’d sent her away running. Then I drove over to the Chief’s place. He was only a few blocks away from my house.
I still had her note pad, and wrote her out a note on top.
I’m really sorry for scaring you Bella, and ruining your grocery trip. It was a dick move. I hope I see you around again soon, and if so, if you let me say hi I swear I won’t scare you off again. Take care. –Edward
I set her writing block down on the bag of groceries on her front step, and then rang her door bell before going back to my car. I made my way home, needing to turn the ringers off on the phones in case the school called while mom and dad were home.
See what I mean? So, if you love Edward already, you’re gonna completely ADORE Charlie…trust me on that!
Happy Friday, y’all!