Random Rita ~ Tuesday Feature Fics!


Evenin’ ladies!

Time do fly when you’re lost in Fic Land…I completely missed April!


Anyhoodle, it would seem tryin’ to post completed fics and WIPs separately doesn’t really work for me so it’s back to the format that just feels best and that’s a magical mix-up of everything!

First up is a WIP I found on The Lemonade Stand’s May 6th edition and it didn’t take long for it to become my “drop everything” story!

ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/13273386/1/Listen-With-Your-Heart

The most important conversations in life are felt, not heard. Be sure to listen with your heart. AH/OOC


Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 17 – Words: 12,761 – Reviews: 414 – Favs: 94 – Follows: 217 – Updated: 3h ago – Published: Apr 29 – id: 13273386

Just as Bella starts to get excited about graduatin’ college, she receives a letter from the Dean informing her that she had not met the three semester proficiency in a foreign language requirement for her Bachelor of Arts degree.

Of course, there’s a very good reason why she missed that requirement LOL!

“Um, Dean Cope, do you have all of my records there? My entire academic transcript?” I asked meekly.

“Of course, Ms. Swan. You are an exemplary student. Why, you’ve only had two classes where you’ve achieved less than an A,” the Dean said with a proud, almost motherly smile, tapping the file before her.

“But I cannot study languages,” I said a bit desperately. “Not that I don’t want to, I literally cannot.” God, it was so humiliating explaining this yet again. Some people suck at math. Others have a hard time with reading or writing. I, Bella Swan, suffer from xenoglossophobia – the fear of foreign languages. I know what you’re thinking, but don’t laugh – it’s a real thing. And now it’s gotten me into some real trouble.

Dean Cope looked at me quizzically, then opened the folder in front of her, her eyes scanning my records. “It says here that you registered for French 101 your freshman year, but that you withdrew during the second week of classes?” She looked up to me for an explanation.

“Yes. I attended all the classes, participated in the labs, and yet I failed the first exam. With a 32%. The professor told me that French isn’t easy for everyone, so maybe I should try another language.”

Dean Cope looked back down. “I see. And it appears that you tried German your sophomore year? Both first and second semester?”

“I withdrew the first time after failing two quizzes and a chapter test. My grade at the end of two weeks was a 49%. So I registered for it second semester, thinking I would retain at least a little from the first semester, but had to withdraw after the third week, after failing two quizzes and two tests with a cumulative 43%.”

Dean Cope’s eyes widened. “You did worse the second semester?

Covering the same material as the first?” She sounded a little stunned.

My cheeks were permanently red. “Yes,” I admitted meekly.

“And I see you attempted Spanish last year?”

“Yes,” I squeaked. “I withdrew on the very last day that I could without having it impact my grade point. I attended every class, I attended every lab, I paid for a tutor, and. . . ” I could feel the tears in my eyes, “I failed the first three quizzes, and got a 44% on the exam.”

“Oh. . . my,” Dean Cope said, clearly at a loss for words.

“I went to Ms. Mallory first, before withdrawing from the class, and she assured me that the university wouldn’t stop me from graduating just because I was missing those language credits.” I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed in frustration. “I should have known better. Or I should have got it in writing,” I joked darkly.

Enter her savior…uh, I mean tutor, Edward Cullen!

I didn’t want to startle him, so as I approached, I called out, “Hey, you’re Edward, right? I’m Bella, your new student.”

No response. I looked for ear buds, but he wasn’t wearing any, just staring intently at his computer screen.

“Are you Edward Cullen?” I asked, a little louder this time.

No response again. Rude much? I thought.

Impatient, I tapped him on the shoulder. “Didn’t you hear me calling you? Are you deaf or something?” I joked.

His eyes were narrowed as he studied my lips. “Yes, I am Deaf,” he responded, his voice a flat, slightly nasal monotone, while he raised one hand to his forehead, tapping his fingers in a “V” shape.

I gasped, covering my mouth with my hands. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!”

He arched an eyebrow at me, then held his hands out, palms up.

“What?” I asked, dropping my hands.

“What did you say?” he asked, gesturing with his hands again.

“I said I’m sorry,” I said slowly, enunciating my words so that he could understand.

He rolled his eyes. Guess that’s universal, I thought.

“You don’t need to speak slow. I can’t hear you, but I’m not stupid, and I can read your lips. I just need to see them. So please face me, and you don’t cover your mouth, okay?” His tone was still flat, and he sounded irritated. And I was more than a little intimidated by his stare, which jumped from my eyes, to my lips, and back to my eyes again, his green gaze intense.

I’d have to be blind not to notice that even irritated, he was extremely attractive, with wild, reddish-brown hair, a sculpted jaw, and a nice-looking build underneath his jacket. Of course, his appeal only made me more nervous, and I could feel my cheeks redden as he continued to stare at me. “Okay?” he repeated.

“Oh, yeah, okay. Sorry. Let me try this again. I’m Bella Swan, your new student.” I could hear Tyler laughing over behind the desk, and I shot him a dirty look.

“Hi, Bella. My name is Edward Cullen. Dean Cope told me about you. Shall we get started?” He actually smiled at me this time, and I felt my heart beat a little faster when a dimple appeared in his left cheek above his crooked grin. God, he’s so cute! Despite my fear of this class, I suddenly had a reason to look forward to learning ASL!

This story is already pre-written so no worries it won’t be completed!


ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/13103235/1/Emergence

Swan Manor is hiding dark secrets. Humming in the night, vibrating foundation, and a mysterious hatch that leads to a cold dungeon and a glowing eye. As Bella begins to unravel the intense underground world lurking just below her feet, she must decide if she is prepared to risk everything to set a certain someone free. AU, Vampires, B/E

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Supernatural – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 33 – Words: 143,016 – Reviews: 1,760 – Favs: 456 – Follows: 734 – Updated: May 15 – Published: Oct 26, 2018 – id: 13103235

Thrills and chills galore in Knicnort3’s latest offerin’!

For as long as I could remember, I heard the humming. It lulled me to sleep every night, and comforted me through the thunderous raging storms. It was in one of my earliest memories. As a scared little girl during my first night in the large spooky manor, it was the humming that drowned out the creaks and thumps. It was the only thing that got me through the darkness.

“Are there ghosts here, daddy?” I vaguely recalled asking my father one morning.

“Of course not, silly,” he dismissed. “This is just an old creaky house. The pipes sing when the water runs through them. Nothing more,” he had told me with a reassuring smile and a playful wink.

One of my later memories was of me asking my father again about the strange but soothing hum that would carry into my room at night, but like before, my father would always have an excuse. “It’s an old house, love bug. Go back to sleep.”

But the manor was a chilling place. It was more than the drafts and the seemingly random wisps of moist crispness to air, there was an all around eeriness that followed me around the massive dark halls.

Low thuds and muffled rumbles that could not be so simply explained.

My father, however, seemed oblivious.

“There! Did you hear it?” I had asked once during dinner. It was so loud that the very ground below my feet even vibrated, and the water in my glass rippled.

“Hear what, honey?” Dad asked me.

I could only come to three conclusions – either my dad was messing with my mind on purpose, he was going deaf, or I was going stark raving mad. They all seemed wrong on so many levels, so I decided to keep my thoughts and concerns about the noises to myself from then on.

Spooky things always happened at night, so the safest thing to do was fake being sick to get out of school, and do my investigation during the day. In my twelve year old brain, this made perfect sense. So, as soon as my father left for the store, I grabbed my flashlight, went back to that storage closet, and opened the hatch.

“This is so dumb,” I said to myself as I clinched the flashlight in my teeth, and grabbed ahold the ladder so I could descend.

Step down after step down, the hole seemed to go on forever, until finally the ladder ran out of steps. I looked down below my feet, and noticed there was about a five foot drop off before the ground. I knew I could get down without a problem, but would I be able to pull myself back up?

My head bobbed up and down between the ground and the room above where I had come from. Should I go back up, or had I come too far to give up at that point? In the end, my stubbornness persevered over my fear, and I jumped down.

It was pitch black, except for the beam of light shooting out of my flashlight, which made the cold damp musty location that much more eerie. I could only assume it was some undocumented basement, however when I flashed my light on the cracked stone walls, I was shocked to see they were surrounding rusted barred cells. It could have easily been a medieval dungeon scene from some movie, but it wasn’t a movie, it was a part of my home; I had been sleeping above it for the past eight years. That realization left a frigid chill running up my spine.

“Weird,” I mumbled.

The word came out of my mouth softer than a whisper, but it echoed off the walls and bounced around the room. When it reverberated back to me, the sound was followed by a faint “Bella,” and I immediately jumped.

“Who’s there?” I demanded. My entire body was shaking, but I couldn’t run. I was absolutely paralyzed with fear.

When I heard my name again, as soft as a breeze caressing your ears on a cool fall evening, I darted my light straight to one of the barred cells.

There, staring back at me through the beam of light, was a glowing eye.

I screamed louder than I had ever screamed in my life, and I dropped the light, making everything go black. . .

Enter this world, if you dare! It’s one of those wonderfully surprisin’ “just when I thought I’d read it all” fics…the kind that keep us readin’ fanfiction LOL!


ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/13126968/1/Origins-Destiny-in-the-Mountains

Emmett Brian McCarty never had much in life, but growing up poor didn’t stop him from enjoying life and all its pleasures. However, always seeking thrills most often means it will end badly, and one day, while hunting for game in the mountains, Emmett meets his destiny. Canon. ExR

Rated: Fiction M – English – Supernatural/Family – [Emmett, Rosalie] – Chapters: 27 – Words: 76,198 – Reviews: 185 – Favs: 51 – Follows: 74 – Updated: May 14 – Published: Nov 21, 2018 – Status: Complete – id: 13126968

Ladies, I am so in love with MarieCarro’s Origins series! She going to go DEEP into the backgrounds of each of the main Twilight characters…well, the vamps anyway, and Emmett’s story is the first to complete. (Edward’s story is in progress as we speak so go put her on alert!)

April 1935:

I furrowed my brow as I studied the buck on the ground, its black eyes open and unseeing in death. The broken neck confused me, and the wound wasn’t like anything I had ever seen before. What was even stranger was that there was no blood on the ground around it either.

I had never come across a beast who killed its prey but left the meat behind because, apart from the broken neck and the fleshy bite mark, the deer appeared untouched.

“Emmett?” Ian said behind me. “You found somethin’?”

“Take a look at this, Ian,” I said and nodded at the carcass on the ground. “You ever seen anythin’ like this before?”

“A dead deer, you mean?” he asked and looked at me as if I’d lost my mind.

“No,” I retorted frustratingly. “I mean how it’s been killed and left behind. I’ve never seen bite marks like those before.”

“Me neither, but there are a lot of animals in these mountains we have no idea about, little brother,” he said and turned to leave the way he came. “Don’t give yourself a headache thinkin’ of this. We still need to find that fox’s den.”

“It’s not natural in the way it kills,” I insisted. “And it’s untraceable. It leaves nothin’ behind except its kill. There’s no logic to its prey. We’ve found both deer and wolves with the same marks and—”

“Emmett,” Ian stopped me. “We’ve finished what we came here to do, which was to track the fox that killed those chickens. We found the right one, there were even chicken feathers in its den, and now it’s dead. Tomorrow, we’re goin’ home, so I tell you: Let. It. Go.”

I shook my head. “I can’t. If that thing out there decides the mountains aren’t good for it anymore, it might wander into town and start killin’ people. I can’t have that on my conscience.”

“And what if it’s just a bear? Or a panther?”

“It’s neither,” I said certainly. “A bear would leave claw marks, and the bites would have been larger. These bites aren’t bigger than a human’s. And panther’s eat the heart first, but the chests are always intact. Besides, you know as well as me that there are no panthers left up here.” I stared into the darkening forest beyond the burning fire. “I’m tellin’ you, somethin’ ain’t right.”

Ian sighed. “If you say so. I’m goin’ to catch myself some sleep if you take the first watch.”

I nodded. “I can’t sleep anyway.”

“Well, wake me up in a few hours then.”

It only took minutes before Ian’s snores joined Dad’s and Gavin’s, and I was left alone to keep a lookout and make sure the fire didn’t die down. My head played games with me, and suddenly, I thought every rustle of the leaves and snap of twigs around us meant the beast was watching me.

I tightened the hold on my rifle, my finger hovering close to the trigger. “Come on out if you dare,” I mumbled into the quiet night, but of course, nothing happened.

Well, Emmett doesn’t find the mysterious beast before a dang bear finds him, which doesn’t end well for the bear once Rosalie arrives on the scene! 

I was coherent enough to feel surprised when the bear let go of my arm. I heard a ferocious growl, echoed by another one. If I’d had the energy, I would have cried because I was certain a second bear had joined my macabre execution, and I wasn’t bleeding out fast enough to die before they tore me apart between them.

For a second, I felt nothing, and I saw nothing. I didn’t even hear anything anymore, and I knew I was dead. A rush of sadness washed through me as I thought of my family, especially when I thought of Bea (his little sister). They would never know what had happened to me. They would only be able to guess as to what could have caused my disappearance. They’d understand I was dead, though. Nothing short of it could pull me away from them without a word.

Then I most definitely felt something—the rush of the wind on my face. The sensation confused me, especially when it was accompanied by the feeling of my stomach being left behind with a tickling thrill. It felt the way I’d always imagined birds did when they took flight.

Using whatever strength I had left, I forced my eyes open and was shocked to see I was in the arms of an angel.

I love the way this author weaves Emmett into the Cullen family as more than just a big, dumb goofball but a protector, a fiercely loyal mate to Rosalie, brother to Edward, Jasper and Alice, as well as son to Carlisle and Esme! Without him, the family would never have stood the test of time!

Enjoy MarieCarro’s gorgeous manip of Emmett and Rosalie’s weddin’ portrait:


ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/6437236/1/Stregoni-Benefici

Carlisle Cullen has always been different—a frustrating son to a distant father; an enigma to the rulers of his world. But when he faces the biggest decision of his immortal life, he’s forced to grapple with the moments that have shaped him most. When you’ve lived your whole life among killers, what kind of man do you choose to become? Pre-Twilight canon.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Drama – Carlisle – Chapters: 30 – Words: 128,019 – Reviews: 1,108 – Favs: 364 – Follows: 224 – Updated: Feb 1, 2013 – Published: Oct 30, 2010 – Status: Complete – id: 6437236

If you’ve read Ithaca is Gorges, you already know the caliber of writin’ to expect from giselle-lx and, if you haven’t read it, what are you waitin’ for? One thing is clear from havin’ read both these astonishin’ fics…she has a soft spot for Carlisle and I, for one, have begun to share that same sensibility!

Stregoni Benefici switches artfully back and forth from Carlisle’s birth in 1644 to where his life intersects with Edward’s in 1918 Chicago!

The years of Carlisle’s human life were often brutal with his own father accusin’ his fiancé of witchcraft!

A surging roar from the crowd announced the arrival of the wagons. Carlisle searched out the crowd for the one he needed, the one where the woman with the chestnut hair sat, looking every bit as regal as she always had. At once, he hopped from his father’s side, using his weight and height to press his way through the crowd toward the Tree.

“William!” his father’s voice called after him, but he did not turn.

One by one, the prisoners were helped down from the wagons and onto the short, horse-drawn cart which would serve as their foothold until the last minute. Ropes which had been wrapped around bodies were unfurled and thrown into the air like sinister snakes, uncoiling as they reached the hangman’s assistants who precariously rode the beams overhead. Several of the prisoners joked about their own fates, encouraging the spectators to wager on how long they would hang.

Sickening. Carlisle stepped away.

And then she was before him, as though he’d divined the spot to stand. Someone had brought her a beautiful dress to wear. Tendrils of her hair fell forward over her face, swaying in the light breeze.

She should have looked this beautiful on the day of our wedding, Carlisle thought.

“Elizabeth,” he called softly. “Elizabeth, I am here.”

And for the first time all morning she met his gaze.

He reached a hand up to her as the world became blurred by his tears. As it often did, again his height worked to his advantage, for he was able to reach her—not her whole hand, for it was bound to its mate, but at least her fingers.

As their skin made contact, her fingers closed around his.

That was all it took for the dam to break. He started to sob, his hand shaking so badly it was all he could do to keep it in Elizabeth’s.

She stayed resolute, but even through his tears, he could see that she cried, also.

“I’m sorry,” he sobbed. “Elizabeth. . . ”

Still, she said nothing. His arm began to ache, for even as tall as he was, the floor of the cart was at his shoulder and their tenuous handhold was awkward. But Carlisle held on.

He didn’t hear the other carts drawn up. Somewhere, an ordinary must have appeared, perhaps it was even his father, to take the death day confessions. The crowd must have roared. Boys must have hollered to sell meat pies and pamphlets. Men must have taken wagers.

But he didn’t see any of it. The only thing he saw was Elizabeth, her pale skin against his, her fingers interlaced with his own. The only thing he heard were the soft sighs of both their tears.

And when Thomas came, he didn’t hear his friend’s voice shushing him. He did not feel his friend’s arms grasping his shoulders and pulling him gently backwards.

All he felt was his hand slide from hers, her fingertips raking across his palm.

And then the words; her only words the whole day through. Carried over the roaring crowd; or perhaps it was that Carlisle’s ears could hear only those words.

“I love you.”

Thomas pulled him.

“I love you,” he called in answer. “I love you.”

Somewhere, a whip cracked against the flank of a horse. Somewhere, a cart creaked its way forward. Somewhere, slackened ropes went taut, men fell.

But where Carlisle stood there was silence. Where he stood, there was only the whisper of wind as it blew chestnut hair across a pale face. Where he stood, there were only three words still on both their lips. And only his outstretched, empty hand, reaching out and finding no hand in return.

Guess this is why he was so drawn to Elizabeth Masen and her beloved son! But Carlisle’s years with the Volturi are visited, as well…

ROB ATTACKAro paced the length of the room, his dark robe swishing at his ankles. This was odd, Carlisle realized. The brothers only wore the robes when they needed to display command. The last time he’d seen Aro in it had to have been a few years ago or more.

What was going on?

“I confess I didn’t think you to be serious,” Aro began quietly after a moment. “So many years ago, when you said that you wished to work alongside the humans, and even to treat them, to become a physician. I did not know you, then. I’m afraid I underestimated you.”

Carlisle shrugged. “It has happened before.”

“I imagine it would, with you.” Aro began to pace again. “You are entirely different. The things which drive others do not drive you. I confess I find you unpredictable in that regard.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be! It makes you fascinating. And I enjoy fascination. There is so little of it, after so long. One day, you’ll understand this, Young One.” A hand reached out, and a thumb caressed Carlisle’s cheek.

He fought not to pull away.

Aro frowned as he read Carlisle’s thoughts. “You are confused.”

“Why are you here?”

The long hand pulled away from Carlisle’s cheek and disappeared into the recesses of its owner’s cloak, appearing again clutching a wad of black. For a brief moment, Carlisle could barely discern what it held, as it was utterly identical to the clothing of the man who held it. It wasn’t until Aro held up the second item and shook it, allowing the yards of inky fabric to spill to the floor, that Carlisle understood what it was.

His eyes flitted across the room to the hook on the far wall. His own robe hung there, the dark charcoal gray worn by the inner guard.

He was no guard, and he felt no obligation to wear it, though he did on occasion for no other reason than simply to keep from drawing attention to himself.

Aro didn’t miss his shift in gaze.

“That one would no longer be yours, Young One.” He held out the dark robe, gesturing for Carlisle to take it. An odd feeling shot down Carlisle’s spine as his fingers closed around the black fabric.

Aro’s face broke into a triumphant smile. “We haven’t added to our number in several millenia.”

Carlisle turned the robe over in his arms.

“And if I do not take it up?”

The other man’s face pulled into a tight frown. “There would be consequences to such a decision of course.” He looked into Carlisle’s eyes, the ruby burning in the fading daylight.

“Were I you,” he added, “I would be certain to make the correct one.”

Then he vanished, leaving Carlisle standing alone.

At once, he sank into the chair at his desk, dropping his head into his hands. It was a habit left over from his decades as a human; he had no need of rest now, and even emotional fatigue required nothing of his body. He had no need to slouch; but to do so felt oddly restful.

He remembered the savage beast who attacked him in London, and the others he’d met since. Nomads. Placeless killers. Men and sometimes women who might never open a book, much less keep a roomful of them. Others who would not tutor his Greek, give him a home base from which to begin to do the work which, if he admitted it, he felt supremely called to do.

Brother. They’d never been used the word for Carlisle; he was always The Young One, or The Pup, or The Englishman. He was very rarely even “Carlisle.”

He stood and walked across the room, picking up the cloak and turning it over in his hands. The fabric draped over the back of his wrists, heavy, as though it were sopping wet.

Brother, Aro had called him.

But Garret had called him friend.

The robe fell back to the couch in a puddle of inky black. And by the time the fabric settled, Carlisle had already disappeared.



Okay, let’s hear what fics have kept you up all night LOL!

Happy Tuesday, y’all!





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45 responses to “Random Rita ~ Tuesday Feature Fics!

  1. dpennell007

    Oh my! I’m following Listen With Your Heart and Stregoni Benefici is already on my favorites list! Emergence scares me, so that is going to be a read when completed fic for me.

    The completed one featuring Emmett sounds good!

    I am on chapter 7 out of 31 for the long ago completed Take the Ice. Bella WAS getting on my last nerve for acting like an unworthy doormat, but she is finally starting to get into her groove.


    Take the Ice By: bellamarie117
    Competitive figure skater Bella Swan meets NHL hockey player Edward Cullen. Bella’s Olympic dreams are crushed by injury. Can he help her find the strength to take the ice again? Will they find love and friendship in the meantime?

    • rita01tx

      Well, I noticed you were with me on Listen With Your Heart, Donna darlin’! The other fics you mention are pretty intense, although Origins: Destiny in the Mountains has lots of great Emmett humor, too! I’m really beginnin’ to appreciate more characters than just Edward and Bella LOL!
      I’ll have to reread Take the Ice one of these days but I do prefer Bella with a spine, too, so I’m glad to be reminded she grew one!

      • Take the Ice is long and Bella will need a lot of time to become a different person; is one of the best Edward 🙂

        I finished also one you Rec’d Donna …Come as You Are; cute story

        “It’s just a piece of plain notebook paper, college ruled, folded into a neat square, but it’s so much more than that. You’re right. I was oblivious to your existence. But then you sent me this letter.” It’s 1996 in Seattle, and Edward cares about blending in, not fitting in. Until Bella takes the time to really see him. BxE, all-human. Rated M for the usual reasons.
        Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 29 – Words: 37,836 – Reviews: 839 – Favs: 478 – Follows: 530 – Updated: Jun 12, 2015 – Published: Apr 17, 2015 – Status: Complete – id: 11189591

  2. eewee333

    Hi Rita!! I was just getting ready to leave work and I saw Rob Attack pop-up in my email!! First off, what do you think of Rob playing Batman? I think he would look too hot in that Batsuit. Hope he gets the role.

    I’m reading “Run” by Kayleigh Cullen1918 right now. You recommended it a while ago. I’ve also gone back through Drotuno’s stories and I didn’t realize she had some many that I hadn’t read. So I’m busy, busy reading as much as I can between work and other commitments in real life.

    Keep those recs coming! Love and hugs my friend. E

    • rita01tx

      Hey there, Eewee darlin’ *HUGS!* Yeah, I think Rob would be a great Batman and I’m sure he wouldn’t take the role if he didn’t feel like he could do it justice. Still, there’s been no official announcement, as far as I know! Sure lovin’ the fan manips, though LOL!

      And you aren’t the only one who hasn’t worked their way through all of Drotuno’s fics, dagnabit!

    • Run is excellent 🙂

  3. bevey99

    Looks like I need to go get on Pinterest. I’ve read 20 fics and all the CoC entries in the last 30 days. Almost nothing impressed me. I did finally read Poughkeepsie. LOVED it.
    Thanks for the recs, won’t start anymore WIPs [but adding to my list]. I think I have 5 I’m keeping up with, just hate being disappointed and months w/ no update.

    • rita01tx

      Pinterest holds nearly all my stash of RobPorn, Bevey darlin’! It’s a convenient place to put all my other interests, as well…feel free to poke around my boards!
      Ahhhh, Poughkeepsie! Addin’ it to the TOP of my reread list LOL!
      I think part of the reason I missed postin’ in April was a failure to be impressed by the fics I had read and I read a LOT!
      Lucky for me/us, we are continually surprised by actual gems turnin’ up just when we need them most!

    • euh what is Poughkeepsie??

      • rita01tx

        Poughkeepsie is a pulled fic by MrsTheKing. It starts on a train platform as Bella’s about to begin her commute to work. A beautiful homeless man/boy is bein’ seriously bullied by some hot shot suits and she interferes in their fun. Of course, one look at those wide, green eyes and she’s a total goner. But something’s a bit “off” about the boy and so the adventure begins!
        I’ll send you the pdf, okay?

      • readicted

        Oh zveka I definitely rec Poughkeepsie. It’s excellent and although I haven’t revisited it in years, remains one of my sentimental favorites. I’m definitely due for a reread.

  4. Gail Gaber

    Always a pleasure to see this site updated, Reetz. I’m a huge fan of ‘Listen to Your Heart’… When I see an update, I drop everything. And this writers is such a sweet person. Just love what she’s doing with her story.

    • rita01tx

      Thanks, Gabby darlin’ *HUGS!* A.L. Rules…uh, RULES LOL! I wouldn’t be surprised if she inspires more than one reader to at least check out some beginner ASL tutorials on YouTube…includin’ me LOL!

  5. Thank you Rita; I’m following your wip’s and will save completes stories in my never ending tbr list 🙂

    my rec’d is … excellent and one of the best Jessica ever : )

    Nineteen years ago, time unraveled. In a changed world, Bella fights to save a man from the past and a girl with no future. AU.
    Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Drama – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 21 – Words: 100,653 – Reviews: 1,388 – Favs: 970 – Follows: 920 – Updated: Jun 18, 2013 – Published: Aug 5, 2012 – Status: Complete – id: 8396816

    this one is cute and sweet
    ased on the Netflix movie of the same name. Bella Swan’s quiet life gets turned upside down when love letters to her crushes end up in the wrong hands.
    Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Humor – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 44 – Words: 143,931 – Reviews: 5,274 – Favs: 1,229 – Follows: 1,356 – Updated: Apr 24 – Published: Aug 28, 2018 – Status: Complete – id: 13048444

    I read it also Giofógach by ltlerthqak… great plot but her Bella is annoying and I was hoping for better HEA …

    • rita01tx

      Afternoon, Zveka darlin’! I’ve had Beneath this Sky on my READ NEXT list for a while, now. Guess its time to dive in!
      Couldn’t agree more that To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before is super cute and super sweet…great read to clear your poor bwainz after readin’ angsty fics!
      Giofógach keeps catchin’ my eye…as I pass it by on my TBR ’cause the plot does sound intriguin’. However, an annoyin’ Bella and limp ass HEA wouldn’t do it for me so I’ll give that one a pass…for now LOL!

      • yeah the plot is great but would love to be sometimes in Edward head to not just in the end of the story …

        I really need to start to read Listen-With-Your-Heart… but I’m a little as Bev; I have so many wip and a lot of them are updated from time to time … but it’s seams that she update often 🙂

  6. I LOVE Emergence! I actually paused reading it until it’s complete…that’s how much I love it. So good!

    • rita01tx

      Ah, geez! Where did you pause…shit’s about to get more than real and Bella’s gonna kick some ass to get her man back!

  7. xpreadmywings

    Oh Rita, you don’t know how long I’ve waited … oops … not this line LOL How I loooove giselle-lx she’s ‘da bomb’ ! As for her soft spot for Carlisle, well, you should read AylenBc, she is a real Carlisle/Bella pairing lover and she has 3 absolutely amazing stories, that is, if you’re open to take this pairing. I can assure you, it’s beautifully written.
    As for recs? Oh well, Beneath this Sky is my go to fic, every year I pay my tribute to Bedelia, she’s in my Hall of Fame *winks*
    But without a doubt it’s time for my silent homage to Michaelmas54 and her astounding Mysterious Graffiti – “Knowing something terrible will happen in the future but being unable to warn anyone without risking your own existence is the dilemma facing Edward, but he decides to take that risk because for once in his life he cares. There’s a stealthy build-up to an exciting and terrifying climax for our Twilight characters. Awarded 2nd place ‘Best Fic for 2018’ by TwiFanfictionRecs.” https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12989225/1/Mysterious-Graffiti
    Another amazing writer is SideKick55 and her Canon – “The problem with living forever is…your secrets do too. In the year 2149, Ethan Powell moves to Forks and wonders just what the heck is going on with that Bella girl across the cafeteria. Mayhem ensues. This is probably the most peripheral Twilight fanfic ever. Give it a try, you might like it anyhow. Yes, the Cullens are in it.” https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4581658/1/Canon
    And if you have a soft spot for Seth (like I do), your heart will ache for Canon companion – “Love in the time of werewolves. Companion to Canon – Aubree’s story.” https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4950406/1/Grace-Note
    I hope you don’t mind my prolix self, at 70 sometimes you tend to *blushing*
    Thank you for being here, for carrying the Twilight love for all this time, for us, addicts!

    • rita01tx

      Mornin’, Musette darlin’! Had to bail you outta RA jail for the 3 links…sorry it took so long! I’ve only read A Forest Fire by bedelia and it was sooo good! Don’t know why it’s takin’ me so long to get to Beneath This Sky but it’s on my READ NEXT list for sure!
      Mysterious Graffiti was one of those “just when you think you’ve read everything” fics and what a wild ride it was…and what a swoony Edward *THUD!*
      Awww, I adored Ethan “Eepers” Powell and Jules in Canon. I would read Grace Note but it’s not complete yet so I’ll keep my eyes open for it when it does!
      Oh, and don’t be embarrassed at bein’ 70…I’m 1 year ahead of you at 71 LMAO!

  8. xpreadmywings

    Hey, it’s me again LOL how could I have forgotten Origins? I looved her Emmett !
    In the same line, the best Rosalie ever is ladylibre’s in 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.”
    Ok ok, off the soapbox LOL

    • rita01tx

      Oh, yeah! I followed What Have We Done as a WIP and thoroughly enjoyed every word! Absolutely agree she wrote the best Rosalie ever!!!

  9. well I think I will wait until Emergence is complete … it’s just too much …

    • rita01tx

      And I’m thinkin’ you probably have the right idea about that, Zveka darlin’! If today’s update was anything to go by, I’m almost sorry I didn’t wait *snotsob!*

      • I wrote her that she need to change genre of this story and put hurt/ angst and not romance/supernatural … they already lived a hell and now this … grrr

  10. readicted

    Hi, I’m…late, lol. I’ve added Your WIP recs. They look great, just my tastes. And, I think I’m finally going to start Stregoni Benefici. Either that or, Beneath this Sky. From the description, I thought I already read Canon, it’s on my Kindle, but when I glanced it looks like I haven’t. I guess I have it confused with different fic. It was one where a character, maybe Eric, becomes suspicious about the Cullen’s and Bella. My recollection is that it was quite amusing, a good read.

    • rita01tx

      Canon was that it was set in 2149 so Eric was long gone, Kay darlin’ LOL! I think it was one of the first, if not THE first, fic I ever read where Edward and Bella weren’t the main focus of the story! It surprised me how much I loved it!
      Since I haven’t read Beneath this Sky yet, I’ll keep tootin’ the horn for Stregoni Benefici! She made Carlisle such a deep, rich character…I was enthralled from start to finish!

      • readicted

        LOL. I figured it out though. I was thinking about a fic I believe was rec’d here, Erick Yorkie, The Van Helsing of Forks by duskwatcher2153
        How exciting is the feedback out of Cannes for The Lighthouse?! You’d be really hard pressed to find a bad review of any of Rob’s recent performances, even from those who didn’t love the films.

        • rita01tx

          What a fun fic that was, Kay darlin’! I’ll have to give it another quick reread for a good chuckle!
          Yeah, I’ve been readin’ the reviews for The Lighthouse and a couple vloggers have reviewed on YouTube, luckily without givin’ away too many spoilers, but hearin’ Rob talk about it it the most fun!

          Oh, check out the latest most gorgeous photos of our boy!

  11. Christa Lynn Holden

    Emergence is KILLING me!! I can totally relate to you about losing a month. Between the ‘King of Cannes’ totally killing it with all of his pics and the Batman rumors, I swear May has felt about a week long!

    • rita01tx

      Same page on all counts, Christa darlin’! Knicknort continues to shock the hell outta me with each update which only makes me want the next one even more LOL!
      Saw somewhere (on tumblr, I think) Christopher Nolan was already in Estonia to start filmin’ Tenet so Rob will be in work mode again any day now! Good for him…very much good for us LOL!

  12. rita01tx

    For anyone livin’ under a rock…IT’S OFFICIAL!!!

  13. Hi ladies,

    for info

    Redtini will remove on July 1st Going Down and all her stories, Chaos will be finished and will stay on FFn until completed


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