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ROB ATTACK

Evenin’, ladies!

In keepin’ with a laid back summer, I’ll be postin’ as inspiration strikes for the comin’ months!

And inspiration has definitely struck this week LOL!

Got a couple of our favorite authors with new fics, as well as one from a newbie…well, as an author! We know Ipsita through the spectacular banners she creates as well as through Facebook if you are lucky enough to play in her sandbox LOL!

As if that isn’t enough, I found myself binge readin’ a classic from 2009…one you MUST READ if you haven’t already!

So, let’s get this party started!

ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12505343/1/Mods-Rockers

One boy, one girl; one rich, one poor; one privileged, one not; one Mod, one Rocker. This story takes you back in time to England in 1964 when these two gangs managed to exist side by side, until bank holiday weekends when they fought on the beaches. Inspired by true events. Rated M for all the usual reasons.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Drama/Romance – Chapters: 8 – Words: 46,049 – Reviews: 119 – Favs: 36 – Follows: 67 – Updated: 4h ago – Published: May 27 – id: 12505343

The jeans and leather-clad youth staring back at me bears no resemblance to the young lawyer who walked through the door less than half an hour ago. Edward Cullen, the respectable employee and all-round good chap is long-gone and a totally different species of human stands in his place.

Smirking back at me is bad-boy Eddie Masen, my alter-ego. He’s a guy who likes to break the rules, who frightens old ladies just by his appearance and swagger. Who lives like he rides – fast and dangerous.

He fights, he screws, and he drinks to excess and laughs at danger, but would risk his life for his pack if it came to it. He also owns two of the fastest production motorbikes in the world and tonight he plans to hit the ton on one of them.

I wink at Eddie Masen and throw the keys in the air and before they land in my hand, I make the easy decision that it’s Sexy Sadie who’ll have my legs wrapped around her engine tonight. This is my life now and until I return home on Sunday evening, or should I say ‘if’ I return home on Sunday evening. . .

I’m Eddie Masen, and I’m a Rocker!

* * * *

I sit in front of the mirror and stare at my reflection before starting my make-up routine. Alice has been very patient with me showing me how to apply eyeliner and shadow to enhance my ‘liquid eyes’, which is how she describes them. She’s still trying to get me to cut my hair as the fashion is for either a short pixie style or a shoulder length bob, but I’ve resisted so far. My ‘waist-length when wet’ curly brown hair is the one thing that makes me different from the girls that go to The Roxy and I’m determined to keep every inch of it.

All the other girls have caved and got one of the two styles that are considered to be ‘the thing’ for ‘Mods’, which is allegedly what we aspire to be. I’m okay with everything else ‘Mod’, like the clothes, the make-up, the music and the culture, but no-one is getting anywhere near my hair with a pair of scissors any time soon. That’s why I’ve always considered myself to be on the fringes of this fad and have never felt as though I belong in their ranks.

I do my best with the eyeliner and mascara but forego the shadow as I always make a mess of it. I apply the smallest amount of lipstick and smack my lips together to try and spread it around, then give myself a quick spray of L’aimant before slipping my shoes on and heading downstairs.

“I’m going out now,” I call as I pull on my imitation leather coat.

“Don’t be late,” my dad responds as usual.

“No dad,” I answer condescendingly in a sing-song voice and put my hand on the door knob.

Joan promises this fic is already complete at 36 chapters, plus the epilogue, and she’s postin’ twice a week so there’s no excuse for you WIP wussies not to jump on board!

C’mon, you know you want to…it’s fun!

~oOo~ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12452034/1/The-Next-Mrs-Cullen

Summary: Antique or Ikea, Beautiful inside or out, maim or kill, he had decisions to make today that would change his life.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Crime/Humor – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 5 – Words: 15,868 – Reviews: 226 – Favs: 215 – Follows: 474 – Updated: 16h ago – Published: Apr 17 – id: 12452034

Alison has expanded her We Love Mobward Contest entry *woot woot!*

Edward and Emmett interrupt Bella in her preparations to show a million dollar penthouse apartment and she’s not a happy camper!

“Okay, enough is enough.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I want you out of here now please before I call the cops.” I walked towards the door and opened it hoping they would just casually walk out.

“I don’t think so Miss. In fact,” said green eyes, “it looks as though our Mr Hunter or your Mr Jones has just arrived.” A tall blond haired guy came into view on the monitor.

“Ahh he’s got a ponytail,” I moaned, unable to stop flipping into sales mode. “I hate guys who have ponytails, they always expect to get money knocked off because they think they are so gorgeous.” I stared at the screen until he walked into the elevator.

“Please Miss Swan,” said green eyes, and I thought that I could detect just a hint of desperation in his voice. “Just go into the other room until we have finished having our little chat with him, then we will leave you in peace.”

“No,” I retorted, childishly. “This is my sale I’m not going anywhere.”

I stood my ground until I saw green eyes nod at the man mountain. For someone so big he moved surprisingly quickly and before I knew it I was over his shoulder and being bundled unceremoniously onto the floor of the closet in the master bedroom. He slammed the door and turned the key on the outside, leaving me angry and in complete darkness.

EPOV

“Is she safely locked away? I asked Emmett as he strode back into the room. He nodded.

“Feisty one,” he smirked. “I thought I was going to have to gag her.”

“You didn’t though, did you?” For some reason it was important to me that Miss Swan was okay.

“No,” he reassured me. “I left her locked in the closet, she’ll be fine in there.”

Emmett looked at me strangely but before I could say anything else the elevator doors pinged, the signal that James was about to walk into the apartment. Emmett stood behind the door and off to one side. James knocked on the door and pushed it open, shouting hello as he peered in. Before he even saw me Emmett felled him with a single blow to the back of his head. Paul and Demetri walked in after him and the three of them carried James’s body out to load him into the SUV.

I looked around the apartment to make sure everything was as we found it. Both Emmet and I knew better than to touch anything so all I had to do was wipe a few door knobs just to be sure. I walked into the main bedroom and wiped off the closet door. I couldn’t hear anything so Isabella must have been sitting quietly waiting for us to finish. I made sure the key was in the right position so she’d be able to push it out. I knew from the shape of her jacket pocket she had a ring of master keys on her. I quietly closed the bedroom door and made my way back to island in the kitchen, I really wanted to open the champagne and the chocolates and just sit and watch the world go by for an hour or so, but I had things to do, traitors to torture and kill, wives to divorce. I smiled at the bright, inexpensive vase placed next to the worn hamper and wondered what Tanya would think about it. I shook the thought away and made my way to the main door, dropping the lock so no one else could get in.

Once we were back in the car I called Whitlock.

“Two things.”

“Yes?” He replied. I wish everyone listened to me as intently as he did.

“The divorce papers we have ready?” He murmured that he understood what I was referring to. “Serve them today and make sure she is out of the house before I get home. I have proof that she was unfaithful so the pre-nup is null and void.”

“Are you sure?” he cautioned. “It might be legal but her family still has influence.”

“I’m sure,” I told him. “Give her the car and $100K in cash from my safety deposit box. That should keep her in the style to which she has become accustomed for a while. Cancel all her cards and change the alarm codes on the house.” Whitlock and I had already talked about this several times in the last few years so I knew he had everything ready to go.

“The second thing I want you to do is find out everything you can about a Miss Isabelle Swan, she runs a company called Swan Home Finders.”

“Everything?” he asked.

“Everything.” I confirmed.

“Can I ask why?”

“Isabelle Swan will be the next Mrs Cullen, that’s why.”

So far, Alison has managed to pull off equal parts gory violence and hilarious repartee LMAO!

~oOo~ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12508583/1/The-Wrong-Number

Sometimes, even a wrong step can ultimately lead you to the right path. Will a couple of mistaken digits be that step for them? — A simple tale of common people and their ordinary lives.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Hurt/Comfort/Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 5 – Words: 20,177 – Reviews: 137 – Favs: 132 – Follows: 308 – Updated: Jun 13 – Published: May 29 – id: 12508583  

The phone rings for a few times and then someone picks up.

“Hello,” a deep voice greets.

“Hi! I’m looking for Mike Newton?” Bella replies in an unsure voice.

Something about the deep, throaty voice on the other end makes her nervous.

“Are you asking for him or asking if it’s him?”

“Um. . . both, I guess.”

“You guess! Well, I don’t have the time or wish to play Guess Who with you, Miss. How did you get my number by the way? Or was that a random guess too?” the man on the other side barks.

Gathering every ounce of her almost non-existent patience, Bella tries to answer the rude man politely.

“Look, I am sorry, but I need to find Mike Newton. He needs to fix the shit he pulled last night and return my stuff. I can’t find his phone number. Well, I have part of it, but not the whole thing. I mean, the freaking coaster got wet and the ink was wiped out, so I’m trying blindly here, and I really, really need to find Mike. Also, you don’t need to be rude because I don’t have the leftover cents to put up with one more asshole! So. . . ”

Bella suddenly realizes that her angry rambling is not making any sense. A little mortified, she stops at the same time the person on the other side of the phone speaks.

“Wait! What coaster? What are you talking about?”

Taking a few deep breaths Bella starts again. “See, Mr. . . ”

“Cullen. It’s Edward Cullen. And who am I talking to?” He sounds impatient.

Against her better judgment, Bella starts again, a little slowly this time.

“Mr. Cullen, hello! I’m Isabella Swan, and I’m looking for a man called Mike Newton. All I have his phone number without the last two digits. The bar coaster he wrote it on, gets wet frequently with condensation from the glasses, so I’m trying out my best guesses here. You do understand the situation must be serious for me to act like a desperate telemarketing agent, right? I’m sorry I wasted your time, though.”

“Which bar?” Edward Cullen asks with a strange calmness in his voice that wasn’t there moments ago.

“I’m sorry?” Bella returns, confused.

“You said you have the number written on a bar coaster. Which bar we are talking about here?”

“It’s Bronko’s Pub.”

“Bronko’s. Hmmm.. . and you are Isabella?” he enquires.

“Ah, yes. Do you know anything about this Mike Newton I’m looking for? By any chance?” She is grasping at non-existent straws now.

“Nothing more than the fact that his phone number matches 80% to mine, and I’m the one with the 69.” He chuckles.

Edward Cullen’s tone suddenly becomes a little playful. Instead of feeling wary about this strange man, Bella finds herself smiling. A pregnant pause follows the moment, then he clears his throat, and she comes out of the light bubble of the last few seconds.

“All right then, Mr. Cullen. I’m sorry again for this intrusion. Because you are certainly not the person I need. Have a good day, sir,” she says, the corner of her mouth still a little stretched.

“Well, I may not be the person you need, Isabella Swan, but don’t waste your time chasing a lost game.” With that, he abruptly hangs up.

Puttin’ yourself out there for the first time is scary as hell but I don’t think Ipsita has anything to worry about…you’re gonna love it!

~oOo~ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/4988866/1/Ithaca-is-Gorges

New Moon from Carlisle’s and Edward’s POV: After the Cullens leave Bella and move to Ithaca, NY, Carlisle fights to keep his family together as Edward’s pain threatens to tear them apart. Canon.

Rated: Fiction T – English – Drama – Carlisle – Chapters: 19 – Words: 121,988 – Reviews: 2,395 – Favs: 1,987 – Follows: 750 – Updated: Dec 8, 2009 – Published: Apr 13, 2009 – Status: Complete – id: 4988866

New Moon never touched on how much Edward’s family suffered along with him durin’ the months he was separated from Bella, especially Carlisle! This scene alone, which guts me every time, make Ithaca is Gorges a Classic, with a capital C!

Our son, this beautiful young man we both loved—he was wasting away before us, and Esme had no break from his pain.

“How is he?” I murmured, not releasing my grasp.

Esme shook her head sadly and I felt my body tense.

“He’s gotten worse,” she said. I must have looked surprised at her volume, because she shrugged and added, “He knows exactly how we’re feeling—there’s no reason to speak quietly.” I caught her meaning immediately—he knew how we were feeling and yet did nothing. It was wholly unlike Edward not to try to placate us with at least some semblance of normal behavior.

“What do you mean by worse?”

She gestured to the stairs. “He’s in his room. Go see.”

I entered Edward’s unlit bedroom. A human would have had trouble making out his shape on the couch, dressed as he was in a black hooded sweatshirt and dark jeans. The hood of the sweatshirt was pulled up over his hair, and he lay on his side in the fetal position with his hands jammed into the front pocket of his sweatshirt. He wasn’t breathing; his eyes did not move. He was behaving, for all intents and purposes, like the dead man he believed himself to be.

Esme was right. This was worse.

“Edward,” I called softly, but he made no acknowledgement of my presence. “Edward. Edward, son, please.” With each word I took a step toward him, landing finally on my knees before him. He did not look at me—his pitch-black eyes stared blankly forward, unfocused.

I choked on my incoming breath, and reached forward to him.

Gently, I pushed the hood down from his head, expecting him to grumble and replace it. He did nothing. I ran a hand through his thick hair—again, nothing. As far as I could tell, he hadn’t moved at all. I continued stroking his hair, feeling each strand race its way through my fingers.

My relationship with my son did not very often manifest itself physically, and when it did, it was usually in the form of a pat on the back or a hand on his shoulder. Even embraces were rare—with his gift, much love was expressed between us without anything overt on either of our parts. But seeing Edward lie there, his face frozen, his body unmoving—I couldn’t bear it. And so, before I even really knew what I was doing, I did something I’d not done since that night in Chicago so long ago: I picked him up.

Hooking one arm under his knees and the other under his shoulders, I lifted Edward to my chest. We were the same height, and I could gauge he was just shy of my weight. Yet he might as well have been an infant, so natural it felt for me to be cradling him. I sat out of habit, and Edward sank into my chest, shifting his position so that his head lay on my shoulder. The action brought back that moment, eighty-seven years ago, when I last had held in my arms this young man who would become my beloved son. He had been so light in my arms as we raced together over the rooftops, I would barely have registered his presence if it hadn’t been for the unnatural heat of his raging fever as he lay against me.

I had no idea how much he was allowing himself to perceive, but I filled my thoughts with my happiest memories of my years with him just in case. Private conversations, hunting together, sitting beside him on the piano bench while he composed, him at my side as I bound myself to Esme in marriage. The unmitigated joy I’d felt receiving Alice’s revelation, shortly after Edward had returned from Denali, that he had found his mate.

Paternal love was a strange animal. Romantic love was simple, or at least it was for a vampire. One moment I had looked at Esme and found that my entire being was flushed with an undying and immutable love. Eighty-four years later, it was still like that every time I laid eyes on her, even if I’d looked away for only a fraction of a second. My love for Edward was completely different, intermingled with a whole host of feelings: regret, pride, worry, admiration, fear.

Esme was no more capable of hurting me than I was her. But Edward—it was possible for him to stalk out the door carrying the chunk of my heart he’d claimed as his. He’d done that to me once before. Now he’d done it to Bella.

My arms began to vibrate and I realized that Edward, hearing my thoughts, had begun to growl quietly. I shifted thoughts back to him, running my hand once more through his hair. Well, that was good; at least I was generating some semblance of a response from him.

“I’m sorry, son,” I whispered. “Just because I disagree doesn’t mean I don’t support you wholeheartedly. I will try to think about something else.”

A scent from the doorway caught my attention, and I looked up.

“I heard him growling,” she explained in a whisper.

Ah. It was no wonder she looked anxious. Esme lived in a constant and misplaced fear that at some point her family members might literally tear each other apart. Whenever Emmett and Jasper got going in a wrestling match, she would inevitably put a stop to it out of her concern for their personal safety. I found her worry endearing; our sons largely found it annoying.

“We’re fine,” I answered her, pulling Edward a little closer. “He’s okay.” He may not be pleased that I didn’t agree with his course of action, but he certainly wasn’t going to attack. I wasn’t entirely sure he could attack in this state. That was something I would have to think about. Edward hadn’t hunted in several weeks, and now it seemed it might prove difficult to get him to perform the actions necessary to feed himself. Perhaps I could kill for him, and then let him drink—we would have to see.

Esme nodded, appraising Edward’s utter lack of movement. She then mouthed to me, We need to talk. Her golden eyes were sad. In the time it took me to nod and shift my gaze back to Edward, she was back downstairs.

I stood again, keeping our son in my arms, and crossed the hallway to my own bedroom. Esme always insisted on dressing our bed in the most luxurious linens she could lay hands on that were in keeping with the character of the house. I never failed to indulge her, although frankly it made no difference to either of us—we could just as soon be intimate on a bed of nails.

Today, though, I was thankful for the softness as I pulled back the down comforter and laid Edward between the silken sheets. He gave me a brief surprised look, and I smiled. At least there was a little acknowledgement. I pulled the covers up to his shoulders and replaced the hood of his sweatshirt on his head. “I’m going downstairs for a bit,” I whispered to him, “but I will be back to check on you.” I briefly rubbed his back and he grumbled something that sounded like overprotective.

I smiled. If he was all the way back to criticizing me, things were looking up. “Yes,” I replied coolly. “Like father, like son.”

Happy Saturday, y’all!

Rita01tx

ROB ATTACK

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Random Rita ~ Friday Feature Fics!

ROB ATTACK

Evenin’, ladies!

I’ll be featurin’ three “WIPs to Watch” this week…didn’t get any complete fics read, what with Deb’s Angel Series read along, book 3, burnin’ up all my readin’ hours LOL!

Sure wanna thank AliciaW68 for steerin’ me in the direction of my first rec…thanks a lot, Alison darlin’ *MWAH!*

ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12313852/1/That-Cowboy-Dream

Bella is having second thoughts about the wedding to her childhood sweetheart when a chance meeting sees her spending a sizzling night with cowboy Edward. The wedding is called off but not before Edward finds out the truth. Pregnant and alone, will Bella ever find Edward again or will he fade to a cowboy dream? AU. Canon Pairings. ExB. Weekly updates. M for language & lemons.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Angst – Bella, Edward, Emmett, Rosalie – Chapters: 20 – Words: 30,511 – Reviews: 328 – Favs: 275 – Follows: 498 – Updated: 1h ago – Published: Jan 8 – id: 12313852

Determined to give Bella a taste of Las Vegas fun before her weddin’ to Jacob, Rose drags her off to a cowboy bar where her world’s about to flip on its axis!

Dancing usually instilled complete terror in her but with Edward it was easy. He guided her effortlessly with a steadying hand here and there. She found that she wasn’t self-conscious, just one of the crowd for once. The song came to a crescendo and he spun her around and around, half a dozen times in a row, stopping her by pulling her into waltz hold. She was a little dizzy and made the fatal mistake of steadying herself on him and gazing up into his big green eyes.

A slow song came on and he started to sway in time to the music, keeping a safe distance between their bodies. There didn’t seem any harm in it so she swayed with him, suddenly aware of the heat of his body and every tiny movement of his hand against her back. She felt like everything was a little foggy, like there was something that she should have remembered but couldn’t. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to move her body closer to his and rest her head a moment on his shoulder like other couples nearby were doing. His shirt was soft clean cotton, comforting against her cheek. His scent was all man, citrus and fresh but with a touch of musk that spoke volumes. She lifted her head and gazed again into his eyes. He leaned down and touched his lips to hers.

Jacob! She sprung from Edward like he had bitten her. “Sorry,” she said, “I’m sorry.” He stood dumbfounded on the dancefloor as she backed up until she hit a table, turned herself in the right direction then ran. She ran straight towards the door with no thought of Rose.

A row of yellow cabs were waiting outside and she dived into the first one, mumbling that she wanted the Bellagio before breaking into floods of tears. What had she done? She was getting married in three days. In fact, she looked at her watch, it was the middle of the night so technically only two days. What the hell was she doing flirting with a sexy cowboy?

What the hell, indeed! And, if she’s just run away from him, how did she wind up pregnant? Last I heard tell, sperm aren’t carried on the wind LMAO!

Guess you’ll have to read to find out *wink!*

~oOo~ROB ATTACK{banner by the author May T. Brown}

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12417694/1/Red-Ranger

When Bella left years ago, she never had a chance to say good-bye to her friends. When she returns, she’s shocked to see that the ‘group’ was no longer intact. Will she be the one to get them back together, or will something else prevent it from happening.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Angst/Hurt/Comfort – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 4 – Words: 7,531 – Reviews: 195 – Favs: 178 – Follows: 342 – Updated: 6h ago – Published: Mar 24 – id: 12417694

One sure way to grab my attention for a new story is to start it out with our gang as kids growin’ up together!

“Why does a guy always have to be Red Ranger, why not a girl?” Rose asked.

“Please, that will never work, I’m not following any girl leader. Alice is too small. And just look at Bella; she gets bruises all over her legs from just walking, so she can’t be Red Ranger.” Emmett pointed at me.

I suddenly felt self-conscious about the dark marks on my legs. I shifted uncomfortably as they all stopped to stare at me. Luckily, Rose wasn’t finished with her side of the argument.

“So why can’t I be Red Ranger? I’m sick of being Pink just because I’m a girl and know gymnastics.” Rose used the fireman pole to slide down then stood nose to nose with Emmett.

“Fine, be Rita Repulsa, you’re ugly enough,” Emmett quirked.

Rose’s mouth dropped open, and she looked stunned. After a moment, she kicked him hard in the shin, causing him to wince. She took a step back and glared at him with her hands balled into fists.

“Emmett!” I gasped in shock, he had never been that rude before.

“That was mean—apologize,” Alice ordered.

“Say something.” Rose glared at her twin brother.

“What? He’s right, no one can yell quite like you.” Jasper shrugged.

“You know what? I’m too old for this baby game anyway. I’m leaving.” Rose flipped her hair over her shoulder.

“Good riddance,” Emmett yelled at her back as he rubbed his shin.

“And that didn’t hurt!”

“Rosalie, come on. Mom said we had to stay together; if you leave I have to go,” Jasper complained.

“You should have thought about that before you decided to agree with the jerk,” Rose snapped as she yanked her bike off the ground.

She straddled it and took off down the street.

Jasper groaned, giving Emmett a dirty look. “Thanks a lot.”

He chased after Rose, quickly catching up on his own bike. Emmett rolled his eyes then glanced at the rest of us with a disappointed look.

“You coming, Edward?”

Edward glanced at Alice and me. “What about the girls?”

“I can be Pink Ranger, and Bella can be Yellow. We can draw names for Red Ranger, and the other can be Green. Tommy is just as good as Jason,” Alice suggested.

“I’m tired of playing with you girls, you only drag us down.” Emmett turned but continued walking backward. “Edward, are you coming, or are you playing sissy games like one of the girls?”

Emmett didn’t wait for an answer and hopped his own dirt bike leaving a cloud of dust. Edward gave me a half a glance before starting to follow.

“Wait, Edward, I need to tell you something?” I suddenly remembered why I came to the playground in the first place.

“Why couldn’t you side with me and say I should be the Red Ranger?”

He frowned and scuffed his foot.

“You’re blaming me?” I asked incredulously.

“No. I just. . .maybe Em’s right. I already get picked on for being a nerd. Maybe we should play separately more often.” Edward’s ears turned pink.

“But Edward. . . ” I felt hurt by his words. Out of all of them, I had been the closest to Edward.

“I’ll see you later.” He ran towards his bike.

“But I gotta tell you something. It’s important,” I called after him.

“Later! I promise.” He was already peddling away.

Biting my lip and trying not to cry, I looked around. The playground was empty. At some point, Alice must have left. Dejectedly, I sat down on the swing and pushed off the ground. I stared at the sand as it blurred under my feet as I moved. I should be walking home, but I was too tired at the moment.

I wasn’t sure how long I sat there when my dad’s car pulled up. He got out and headed towards me.

“Bells, we’ve been looking for you. Where is everyone; you know you’re not supposed to be here by yourself,” he reprimanded lightly.

“Sorry,” I mumbled.

He sighed and was quiet for a moment. “We have to go; we can’t miss the plane. Come on, your mom is waiting in the car.” He stopped the swing, so I could get off.

“I don’t wanna go.” Tears ran down my face.

“I’m afraid you don’t get a choice, kiddo,” he said softly.

I glanced around the playground one more time before taking his hand. We climbed into the car and drove off, leaving Forks behind.

Awww, how sad Bella had to leave all her friends behind, especially Edward! But she’ll see them again although she’ll have a hard time recognizin’ ’em!

{And, once I saw a pic of this little cutie pie, I couldn’t resist makin’ a banner for it myself LOL!}

ROB ATTACK

~oOo~

ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12362953/1/Iris

Bella is the new girl in Forks. Edward is the loner with the tragic past. Will they find happiness with each other, or will something bigger tear them apart? Will Bella get the happy ending she’s dreaming of?

Rated: Fiction T – English – Romance/Angst – Chapters: 9 – Words: 38,645 – Reviews: 51 – Favs: 22 – Follows: 52 – Updated: Apr 10 – Published: Feb 13 – id: 12362953

Lordamercy, my last rec tonight is just full of angsty goodness!

I sat at my lab table and found myself sitting next to the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. His untidy bronze hair was striking against his porcelain skin and emerald green eyes. Even though he was sitting, I could tell he was tall and lean but well built. I tried not to drool, and I hoped he couldn’t hear me gasp at his beauty. He was just perfect. I was completely rendered speechless. How did I get so lucky to have this Greek god as a lab partner?

“Hi,” I said shyly once I found my voice, not sure how to approach this Adonis but not wanting to seem unfriendly.

He responded by giving me a cold stare and turning away from me.

I looked around to see if there was possibly something around me that could have affected him that way. Nope. Just me. I tried again.

“Hi, I’m Bella.”

“I know who you are,” he snapped.

I just sat there with my mouth open and wondered how he could be so rude. As Mr. Banner began lecturing, I noticed my partner scooting his stool further away from me. I could feel the blush creeping into my cheeks and tried not to cry. Tears were my usual response to anger, and I really didn’t want this idiot to see my cry. I was livid. I hadn’t done anything but say hello to this guy, yet he couldn’t stand me for some reason. He was stiff and rigid throughout the whole lecture, and when the bell rang he practically ran out of the room. I just stood there in shock. 

The final bell rang at 2:30, and I hightailed it out of the school as fast as I could. I didn’t want to run into Alice or anyone else I had met today. I just wanted this day to be over. Unfortunately, I wasn’t meeting Charlie at the diner until 5:00. I went home for a bit to do some homework, but I couldn’t get my mind off of Edward Masen. I had no idea why he had gotten under my skin so badly.

“So how was your day?” Charlie asked after we had ordered.

“Pretty good,” I lied. “My classes seem easy, and I met a few people.”

Charlie nodded. “Did you see Alice?”

“Yeah. I met her this morning. We have a couple of classes together, and I sat with her at lunch. I met Emmett and some of their friends.”

I paused for a moment. “I also met Edward.”

“Nice kids, all of them,” Charlie said.

“I don’t know,” I contradicted. “Edward wasn’t very friendly.”

“He really is a good kid,” Charlie insisted. “He’s just been through a lot, losing his parents and all. You’ll like him once you get to know him.”

I doubted that, but I didn’t feel like arguing with my father.

Charlie continued. “Esme Cullen called today. She invited us to dinner tomorrow. You can hang out with Alice outside of school and perhaps see that Edward isn’t so bad.”

Great. My own father was taking up for Edward Masen. I could deal with Alice and her endless supply of energy, but her cousin was another story. Edward annoyed me, yet for some strange reason I couldn’t get him out of my mind. He had been rude to me, though.

I was nothing but nice, yet he chose to treat me terribly and ignore me. We’d have to work together as lab partners, but that didn’t mean we’d have to be friends. I finally decided to make my life easy and just dislike him. I only hoped I could stick to that decision.

Lucky for Edward, he and Bella find a way to be friends…maybe even more, just when he needs her the most!

Brigit says: “In case you were wondering how I chose the title of the story, it’s from the Goo Goo Dolls song “Iris.” I felt the lyrics were appropriate for Bella and Edward here.”

Happy Friday, y’all!

Rita

ROB ATTACK

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ROB ATTACK

Evenin’, ladies!

Short, sweet and oh-so-steamy! That’s the theme of today’s recs!

It takes some genius writin’ to combine humor and hotness into somethin’ so hilarious and sexy your DH thinks you’ve lost your everlovin’ mind when you cackle wildly one minute and moan like a hOOr the next!

Not that he was complainin’ about five seconds after I finished readin’! And GUESS WHAT!?!?! 

Three more chapters have been added and, even though it’s marked complete, I’ve got my fingers crossed there will be more forthcomin’ LOL!

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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11829949/1/Flushed

As she stood waiting, she realized not a single person had entered or exited that door in the past four minutes. In an instant, she made her decision: after all, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do… AH B/E silliness & sexiness. Written for Straight Thru the Heart contest.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Humor – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 4 – Words: 16,362 – Reviews: 136 – Favs: 203 – Follows: 212 – Updated: 6h ago – Published: Mar 8 – Status: Complete – id: 11829949

I flushed and opened the stall door with an elbow, stepping out while simultaneously trying to fasten the damn button on my pants.

A sound of shuffling feet made my head spin towards the urinals, as I came to the horrifying conclusion that they were no longer unoccupied.

A tall man with a lion’s mane of hair was using one of them, although he didn’t seem to notice me, and I could – thankfully – only see his back. I could still take a few steps to the left and sneak out unseen. I should probably make work of buttoning up my jeans; I thought and looked down while taking a step back.

“Oh! Fudge! Crap, crap, crap!” I exclaimed as my heel roughly hit the metal corner of the stall. Clearly I should’ve paid more attention to where I was going. Why were these stall frames made of metal anyway?

That sh- stuff hurts!

The man, no doubt startled by the sound of a woman’s voice in his bathroom, instinctively turned around, eyes wide, mouth open, as, simultaneously, my eyes took him in completely and both of us realized that his hand was, in fact, still holding his…penis.

Helluva way to meet the love of your life LMAO!

Was he as frozen as I was – was that why he still hadn’t put his…thing… away?

What the hell?

I glanced back down.

Still a penis in his hand.

I jerked up my eyes.

Still the same horrified expression on his face as his eyes bounced from my face to my cleavage to my hand with its fingers on my button fly.

Fuck.

I guess this is why men and women don’t share bathrooms.

In the chapters followin’, our horny lovebirds manage to find somewhere new to have sex, each location more outrageous than the last LMAO!

~oOo~

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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11836680/1/Cherry

I was incarcerated for six years. Now I’m free, back in a town that hates me, and all I want is a piece of cherry pie from the chief’s wife and a piece of ass from his daughter. Both are sweet enough to land me back in jail, but I’m Edward Cullen and I don’t give a f**k! An ExB story that’s worth doing the time for.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Crime – Words: 13,956 – Reviews: 45 – Favs: 154 – Follows: 198 – Published: Mar 12 – id: 11836680

If, like me, you FLUV a bad boy Edward hard, Cherry is for you! It’s not marked complete and, much as I’d like more, I think it’s perfect as is…you be the judge!

There are a lot of people I’ve known since kindergarten and some I’ve stolen from. A few patrons lose their appetite and leave. The rest stare and make their distaste for my presence known. The murmurs of my crimes and rumors of crimes I didn’t commit are all I can hear.

“Looks like things haven’t changed much,” I say.

“Yeah, and just like six years ago, your broke ass is still bumming off me and bunking on my couch,” Jasper says to be an asshole.

Turning my attention away from my adoring fans, I grimace, really not looking forward to springs stabbing me in the back.

“Fuck. You’re making me miss my prison cot.” I look down at my watch, slightly more irritated with the diner’s staff.

“Jesus. We’ve been here for over ten minutes. They’re not going to serve us, are they?”

“I told you not to come here.”

“Unfuckingbelievable.” I slide across the seat to get up when a petite brunette comes from around the counter toward our table. “Finally.”

My annoyance subsides as I sit back down, but it’s quickly replaced with fucking amazement when her eyes lock with mine. She’s beautiful, and not the kind of beautiful where I’ve just gotten out of the slammer and any chick will do. No.

This girl’s the kind you go sober for. Even before speaking a word, I decide she’s going to be my wife.

“Hi there,” she says, pulling out the notepad from her apron. “The name’s Bella. I’m going to be your server today. What can I get for you?”

More than a piece of cherry pie, that’s for damn sure!

~oOo~

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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11179653/1/The-Body

Edward uses his own personal blog to indulge his kink, but needs a woman to really satisfy his needs. Bella wonders constantly about the anonymous man on her favourite website. Together the sparks will fly. This is my O/S contribution to the Twikink festival 2015. Please be warned, explicit language and sexual situations.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance – Chapters: 13 – Words: 22,508 – Reviews: 219 – Favs: 168 – Follows: 257 – Updated: 25m ago – Published: Apr 12, 2015 – id: 11179653

ROB ATTACK

{Yeah, this was the fuckhawt gif I found to make the banner with *THUD!*}

If there’s one O/S I was happy to see expanded, it’s The Body!

As the new VP of Swan Industries, Bella is out with a couple of her new employees for a little bondin’ over beer!

The only person we hadn’t talked about was Edward, before I could stop myself I blurted out the question that had been on my lips since we had been talking in my office ” Well that covers just about everyone except you Edward, so do you have a partner or boyfriend I need to know about?”

Three things happened at once. My hand flew up to cover my mouth as I tried to stop the words leaving, and in doing so knocked the pitcher so it swayed dangerously. Emmett started to laugh with a mouth full of beer so it sprayed all over table and Edward. He jumped up to get out of the way of the spray and knocked the table causing the pitcher to finally fall over. Luckily there wasn’t much left in the pitcher so there wasn’t much damage done, Emmett and I were laughing hysterically at the chain of events and Edward was trying to wipe off his shirt front with the napkins on the table.

“Fuck fuck fuck” he said as he dabbed at the wet patch on his shirt and pulled it away from his skin.

I stopped laughing instantly, and looked at Edward. I had heard that exact expression last night several times and I would know it anywhere. The tone of his voice, the inflection in the second ‘fuck’ as the tone rose and then fell for the third word.

Could it be him?

Oooh, I was dyin’ to choose some fabulously graphic text from The Body but decided against it…you know, in case there are any underage lurkers visitin’ today LOL!

Enjoy the recs and…

Happy Friday, y’all!

Rita

Rob Attack

 

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ROB ATTACK

Evenin’, ladies!

No, your eyes are not deceivin’ you…I’m alive, if not entirely well, what with my age catchin’ up with me’n all. Nothing more sinister, I promise LOL!

Before we get distracted, I wanna thank Zveka and Kay for checkin’ up on me…it was good to know you’ve got my back *high five!* Hell’n you can all thank them for herdin’ me back where I belong LMAO!

So, without further ado, I have some great stories for you to discover!

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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11961398/1/Bring-Him-Home

Bella has been alone in the world for a long time so she has focused all of her energies into her business and her staff. As loneliness starts to creep up on her she has to learn to ask for help as her business is attacked and two very different men enter her life. How will she cope as her safe controlled world changes quickly and she has no idea why.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance – Chapters: 9 – Words: 12,268 – Reviews: 74 – Favs: 33 – Follows: 70 – Updated: Jun 22 – Published: May 23 – id: 11961398

Alicia’s first AN…

This is going to be a little different, I think. Bella is very focused, almost abrasive in her manner unless she is with a client and, at the beginning, unable to form any sort of personal attachment.

It is an Edward and Bella story but he won’t appear for a while so don’t worry. When he does show, it will alter her carefully constructed world.

Ha! That’s puttin’ it mildly *gigglesnort!* Now, since my banner pretty much gives it away, let me introduce you to HHD {Hot Homeless Dude}!

He was obviously homeless and had been so for a while by the look of him. His clothes were stained and dirty, his hair unkempt and looked a really funny colour and his matching beard was as straggly.

I ran past him the first time. I was too mad with myself to approach him but by my second lap I was ready so I slowed my pace as the bench came into view. He was still in exactly the same position and for a moment I wondered if he was sleeping, if he was I didn’t want to wake him so I slowed right down and came to a stop in front of him.

His breathing was even and deep. I couldn’t help but stare at the dirty worn coat that moved with his chest, he seemed so relaxed and at peace that I decided to just leave him alone. I moved closer to him as I had the urge to tough him but I stopped myself at the last moment. As I made to move away I must have startled him because he opened his eyes and looked straight at me. They were the purest shade of green I have ever seen, crystal clear white surrounded a crisp green iris and a dark black pupil. It was the same strange stare from our previous meeting. I waited for him to acknowledge me but once again he just stared without speaking.

I took the initiative and spoke first ” Hi, I’m Bella and I need to apologise to you.

One thing’s for sure, I’m dyin’ to find out HHD’s backstory!

~oOo~

ROB ATTACK

{banner by Clo Rodeffer ~ Heartfortwilight}

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11568333/1/The-OD-Patient

Bella Swan has been slowly destroying herself since Edward left her, but its all about to change when she goes too far and overdoses, ending up as Carlisle’s patient in the ER…

Rated: Fiction M – English – Hurt/Comfort/Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 14 – Words: 52,499 – Reviews: 269 – Favs: 255 – Follows: 486 – Updated:Jun 22 – Published: Oct 19, 2015 – id: 11568333

He was nearing the end of his shift when it happened.

“Dr Cullen,” a young red haired nurse called, as she approached where he stood at the desk. He had just handed over his notes so that one of his current patients could be discharged. She was out of breath when she reached him.

“There’s another overdose patient,” she panted, “Sorry, but we need you.”

He knew why she was apologizing, his shift was supposed to end very soon. Most doctors would have been irritated and tired this late into their shift, but he wasn’t most doctors. He could work indefinitely, and if he didn’t have a wife at home, he probably would have. He nodded to the nurse, and followed her direction to where the patient was being worked on.

As they walked, the nurse explained the situation.

“A car just pulled up outside and dumped her here,” she told him, “she’s got no ID and we don’t know what she’s taken. Looks to be a mixture of drugs and alcohol though.”

He knew what would have to be done, he’d known almost as soon as the nurse had mentioned that the patient had overdosed. They reached the patient then and he almost froze at the scent of the woman in front of him. She had lost weight, had partially dyed hair and a piercing through her nose and more than one in her ears. In the two years since they had moved from Forks, leaving her behind, she had changed herself almost beyond recognition. He would never forget her scent though, despite what his son had decided to do, she would always be a part of their family. It hurt him to see what she had reduced herself too, but his hurt fueled his actions. He had to save her.

These first few paragraphs grabbed me hard and I wait anxiously for the drafts of each new chapter to land in my inbox ’cause guess who’s the beta!

~oOo~

ROB ATTACK

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11962912/1/The-Protector

In a dystopian world where civilization barely survives, Edward has spent his whole life training to protect his society, his family and the girl who has captured his heart.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Sci-Fi/Adventure – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 5 – Words: 10,322 – Reviews: 141 – Favs: 137 – Follows: 291 – Updated: Jun 19 – Published:May 24 – id: 11962912

The Commander calls my name and I step forward. With a steadying breath, I return his gaze and nod slightly. I watch as the knife cuts into my palm and the blood begins to flow from the wound. I raise my left arm to the people facing me as I begin to recite my Oath.

“I, Edward, son of Esme, daughter of Emily, daughter of Emma, daughter of Elaine, daughter of Eleni of the house and lineage of Elizabeth, do freely and without reservation pledge my Oath to the people of this valley, that I will serve and protect them, that I will forego all selfishness and place their needs before my own, that I will remain loyal and steadfast until my service ends. This I swear with my blood which I shed this day.”

I am calm when the Commander turns to the audience and announces that I have been assigned as a Ranger. A murmur makes its way through the crowd, and I see a few looks of shock and dismay. My parents come forward and begin to give me my Ranger’s gear. In addition to a new sword, my father straps a short knife around my thigh. He loops a long, lethal bullwhip around my left shoulder and a quiver of arrows and a bow on my right shoulder. Mother attaches the Ranger insignia, and Alice pins my Oath Taker medal to my tunic.

My gaze shifts up to my brother, who is staring back at me with a look of such sadness that my breath catches in my chest. As I watch, he begins to stand and, as though in slow motion, the rest of the Protectors stand the audience and all the cadets rise to honor the vow I have just made. They know, as well as I do, what this assignment means. I glance back at my Father, whose jaw is clenching to hide his emotion. My Mother’s eyes are glassy with unshed tears and my little sister Alice is… smiling?

I’ve just been given an assignment that is tantamount to a death sentence, and Alice is smiling.

If THAT doesn’t make you sit up and take notice, I don’t know what will!

~oOo~

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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11990800/1/Kush

“One hit will make you change your mind.”

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Humor – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 3 – Words: 10,672 – Reviews: 392 – Favs: 397 – Follows: 667 – Updated: 19h ago- Published: Jun 10 – id: 11990800

And now for something completely different…

I wave the gloves at him. “What are we doing with these?”

“We’re going to transplant a few of the hybrids to get them ready for their flowering cycle.”

“Cool.” I bob my head. “But again, in the interest of full disclosure, I’d like it noted that no plant has ever survived in my care.”

“Duly noted,” he calls from over his shoulder as he leads us over to a dirty counter top.

Normally whenever anyone talks at length about anything science related, after about thirty seconds they sound like the teacher on Charlie Brown to me. I admit most of the shit about stable root systems and proper soil saturation goes right over my head. But what I don’t miss is the way his eyes flicker to mine when our dirt covered fingers brush repeatedly in the soil or the easy smiles that come from the playful nudges and relentless teasing.

“Congratulations,” he says when we’re done. I quirk a brow at him earning me another smug grin. “You had a successful interaction with a plant without a fatality.”

“Only time will tell.” I walk back over to the E.C. Kush area. “When will my plant get the purple flowers on it?”

“Within the next thirty to forty days or so.”

“So pretty,” I murmur, softly touching the fine leaf hairs, feeling his eyes on me. “Too pretty to smoke it.”

“One hit will make you change your mind.”

Something about the way he says that makes my insides flip. “Probably would.”

As a child of the Sixties, I thought I knew a lot about weed, but this fic is an education and a half LMAO!

Well, these are my picks this week…what are yours?

Happy Friday, y’all!

Rita

Rob Attack

 

 

 

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Wet Rob Avi

All right, ladies!

Here’s what I need you to do! Go treat yourself to a decadent bubble bath, shave {or wax} your legs and bikini line, put on your sultriest make-up and fluff your hair!

Now, dig waaay down deep to the bottom of your lingerie drawer for that set you keep for “special occasions,” pick out a sexy dress to go with it and grab your highest stilettos!

Well, hurry up…I’ll wait!

*Tap foot!* *Check watch!* *Whistle tunelessly!*

Ready? Good ’cause we’re gonna be visitin’ some high class sex clubs tonight *Wicked Evil Cackle!*

OH, AND ANYONE UNDER TWENTY-ONE, PLEASE EXIT STAGE LEFT RIGHT NOW!!!

I refuse to be held responsible for corruptin’ your innocent little minds!

Rob Attack

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11172220/1/That-Night

Edward has a fantasy that his wife Bella is going to help come true with the help of Riley and Garrett. Explicit Language and sexual situations . O/S entry for Twikink 2015. Please be warned. **** I’m going to have a go at extending this, we’ll see where it goes ****

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 64 – Words: 204,789 – Reviews: 364 – Favs: 147 – Follows: 194 – Updated: Nov 7 – Published: Apr 9 – Status: Complete – id: 11172220

Even though I’ve read a lot of kinky shit since discoverin’ fanfiction, I still wasn’t sure quite what to make of That Night after readin’ the first chapter, which was the one shot entry for Twikink 2015! Seriously, Edward’s fantasy has a high squick factor…take it from someone who’s read The Red Line AND its sequel LOL! However, after scratchin’ my head and shruggin’ *whatever floats your boat,* I read on and damned if this story wasn’t very well thought out, presentin’ amazin’ insights into the pressures of decidin’ just what you will or won’t put up with to save your marriage!

“You know we haven’t talked at all since the other night, If you have changed your mind and want to leave it as a fantasy that is your decision, but don’t let it come between us please”. She rose up on her elbows and turned to look Edward in the eye, “Whatever is bothering you we can work out, so are you ready to talk?”

Edward looked at his wife and realised just how much he loved her, she was prepared to do this for him, to make his fantasy a reality, yet he was the one who was struggling with what could happen. Edward encased her in his arms and manoeuvred them so she was sitting on his lap.

“Sweetheart, I have done nothing but think about it, I can’t concentrate on anything else to be honest , I want so much to make it happen but not at the cost of our marriage, or upsetting you and I realise what I am asking you to do could be just that” At that point Bella knew she had to interrupt Edward and stop the train of thought he was going down, he had to know that whilst this was his fantasy she wasn’t totally opposed to the idea and had been giving it a lot of thought recently.

“Before you say anything more I have been considering how to make this work, I know we both agreed that I couldn’t go out and pick up some random guy but what about another option?” Bella asked

“What do you mean?” asked Edward

“Well how about if we ask someone we know and trust, and I’m not talking about Ben or anyone we see every day obviously, but do you have some old college buddies you keep in touch with that you could trust with this? Actually, the more I think about it, it would be easier for me if I didn’t know the guy. We need someone trusted though then we would both be more relaxed.

Edward looked at Bella as though she was out of her mind and for a split second Bella really thought that she was pushing this too hard and he didn’t really want to go through with it. Just as that thought had floated through her mind she watched the expression on his face change from shock to surprise, to confusion and then to settle with the look Bella knew meant he had come up with an idea that he knew was workable.

“You are such a clever girl, I love you so much, and as usual you have just solved everything” Edward exclaimed as he kissed her full on the mouth. “I have to make some phone calls, stay here and I’ll be back shortly”.

What Bella didn’t know was that Edward’s latest job as an up and comin’ architect had been to design an exclusive sex club for his college buddies, Riley and Garrett!

“Thanks to your amazingly talented husband, we were able to get permission from the city to erect this beautiful room. As you can tell it’s fully heated and air conditioned and because of how your husband has designed it and with a few clever interior design tricks we can do anything we want up here. The room is not actually overlooked at all so this is a clothes free zone.”

“Everyone who comes up here will undress behind that screen and leave their clothes in the cabinets. They are then free to do as they please, with whomever they please – you can see we have a couple of hot tubs, showers, seating areas and large play areas. We are hoping this will appeal to the exhibitionists, the voyeurs, the swingers and the naturalists, even just the naked sun worshippers.” At this Riley laughed and patted Edward on the back.

“This is amazing Edward, I am so proud of you” I said as I reached up to kiss him on the lips and gave him a hug. Who knew my husband was such a talented architect? I really should pay more attention to his work.

Inevitably, during one of their many explorations of the club, Bella discovers her own kink but you’ll have to read to find out what it is LMAO!

This fic absolutely will not be for all of you and that’s okay! If you try it and don’t like it, fine…just don’t flame the author or leave her hateful reviews!

If you DO enjoy the workin’s of Alicia’s wonderfully pervy mind, leave her some love from Rita!!!

ps: Thank you, Donna, for introducin’ me to this fabulous author! MWAH!!!

~oOo~
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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11577904/1/Deprivation

Edward is deprived of Intimacy, his love of anonymous sex growing old, Bella is deprived of a satisfying love life but her friends think they have the answer to that. Follow their lives as fate keeps them apart or does it ?

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 13 – Words: 20,053 – Reviews: 103 – Favs: 75 – Follows: 157 – Updated: Nov 12 – Published: Oct 25 – id: 11577904

What’s worse? Bad sex or no sex at all? This the age old question plaguin’ Bella and Edward!

Bella:

I really shouldn’t be concentrating on the ceiling but it’s my own fault because I really expected things to be different this time. I don’t know why I’m surprised; the last time I let him come home with me I redesigned the colour palette for the living room and decided on the pattern and fabric for my new curtains while he was ‘worshipping me’. His words not mine. I know I sound like a nasty ungrateful bitch, but I’m really not. 

I’m horny, frustrated and confused and if I’m completely honest, lonely and scared that I’m going to go through life on my own with a vagina that has healed up.

Edward:

“Oooohhhh, OOOOHHHH,OoooHHHh”

Oh Fuck! She’s a moaner. I can’t stand it when they moan and groan and make stupid noises. 

“Aaahhhhhh, oh baby yes yesyesyesyesyes”

Oh shit that does it, I need to finish and finish quick or Ed Junior is going to stop wanting to play. I increase the speed and grab her hair to pull her head back. If I do it hard enough she may shut up and let me finish in peace. 

Just as I start to straighten my pants she turns around to face me and I think… here we go I’m going to get the ‘I don’t usually do this type of thing’ or ‘I’m not really that sort of girl but…’ I wish they wouldn’t bother. 

“I’m just going to go and clean up sweetheart, I’ll see you back at the bar” I said as I made my way away from her toward the area of the restrooms. As soon as I’m out of her sight, I turn around and make my way, using the crowd as cover, back to my friends.

The waitress brought us our drinks and I knocked my scotch straight back and picked up my beer. I needed to change, I couldn’t keep doing this. I just felt empty and annoyed at myself as soon as everything was over, and even the thrill of it wasn’t like it once was. The buzz from the alleyway was already long gone.

Bella finally breaks down and confides in her friends who immediately make up a short list of possible partners who they believe would give Bella what she needs…Edward is NOT on that list even though Emmett has joined the conspiracy and is puttin’ forth names, too!

Still a WIP at 13 chapters, Edward and Bella are still unaware of each other but, with both of them in the same sex club for different reasons at the moment, I’m gnawin’ my fingernails to the bone waitin’ to find out what happens next!

~oOo~

Rob Attack

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11562555/1/No-Strings-Attached

I got the rundown before I ever stepped through the doors: everyone is anonymous, no strings attached, no questions asked, and what happens in the club stays in the club. I got it. I thought it wasn’t going to be a problem, but then I saw her. AH, ExB, M for lemons and language

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Drama – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 8 – Words: 20,215 – Reviews: 768 – Favs: 602 – Follows: 1,007 – Updated: 2h ago – Published: Oct 16 – id: 11562555

My name is called, and my body tenses. A blindfold covers my eyes, and my remaining senses are called to action. The mixture of smoke and perfume in the air assaults my nose while the taste of whiskey still lingers on my tongue. My skin tingles with excitement as my ears focus on the voices of the women in the room.

I’m led onto the stage and introduced to the crowd. Cheers and whistles greet me, causing confidence to overshadow my nerves. My guide, Tina, helps me slowly turn in a circle, making a brief stop to show the audience my backside. Again, the women sound appreciative.

There’s a hum—an energy—that takes over the room. I lick my lips and let out a deep breath, ready for action.

“Let’s start the bidding at fifty dollars,” Tina announces, and the crowd erupts.

I don’t pay attention to the numbers being shouted, but there seems to be a bidding war going on. Finally, someone is declared victorious. The applause is so loud I’m caught off guard momentarily when Tina places my hand into the hand of the winner. The warm, soft skin that surrounds my own puts me at ease, and I gladly let the woman lead me down the front steps of the stage. Voices shout words of congratulations and encouragement as she takes me through the crowd and away from the noise.

When she stops abruptly and pushes me against a wall, putting her lips to my ear, my dick stands at attention. “I can’t wait to get my hands and mouth on you,” she growls softly, and her warm breath on my skin makes me ache for her touch.

Needless to say, this woman rocks Edward’s world and he moves heaven and earth to find out who she is and how he can get his hands on her again!

~oOo~

And now for somethin’ completely different! No sex club in this story but an Edward so dark, he manages to pull the wool over everyone’s eyes!

Rob Attack

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11507600/1/Bitter-Sun-Rising

Bad boy Jacob Black doesn’t return Bella’s crush, so she decides to date someone safer: a harmless nerd in her math class named Edward Cullen. Little does she know that he is secretly a powerful and ruthless gang leader. AU, AH, E/B, HEA.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Adventure – [Bella, Edward] – Chapters: 26 – Words: 52,704 – Reviews: 608 – Favs: 335 – Follows: 617 – Updated:21h ago – Published: Sep 15 – id: 11507600

“Jacob’s not a bad person,” Leah retorted. “I know him pretty well. He’s just—I was thinking it’s time for Bella to find another guy to like. Someone with a better reputation, who’s not always getting into fights.” Leah stopped to scan the lunchtime crowd. “Someone like…” She spotted a tall student with his arms full of books emerging from the crowd. “Like Edward Cullen. Senior class president, straight-A student. Now there’s a guy who’s not a troublemaker.” She grinned at me. “And he’s awfully cute too.”

We scrutinized Edward as he walked across the courtyard. “Mmm,” said Jessica. “Those glasses make him look like too much of a nerd. But he’s got nice hair,” she conceded. “Dresses well too.” She got a gleam in her eye. “I bet it would feel nice to run your hands through that thick hair!”

I frowned and licked some jelly off my finger. “He is good-looking,” I agreed. “But I think my fingers would make his hair too sticky. And Leah, I don’t know if I even want to think about anyone else. I’m too busy with my job at the bakery anyway. I don’t want to get involved with anyone.”

Edward finds himself attracted to Bella and she does like him but instinctively senses that there’s more to him than meets the eye!

James knocked Jacob to the floor and said something with a sneer on his face.

Jacob, his face red, leaped up and decked James. I stopped eating, my eyes on the fight. Edward continued to eat his lunch, ignoring the two brawlers.

“Edward, you don’t seem to be interested in this fight,” said Jessica.

He shrugged. “Displays of brute force don’t interest me.”

I blushed and looked away from the fight. Jacob and James were kind of brutish, punching each other that way. I snuck a glance at one of Edward’s long, slender hands, and couldn’t imagine it balled into a fist. No, a hand like that was made for something else, something far more graceful. I could imagine him playing the piano, running his fingers over a stringed instrument… or a woman’s skin. I imagined those hands stroking my cheeks, sliding down to caress my throat, fingers resting gently on my pulse point. I swallowed, eyes closing, and those long, delicate fingers slipped around my throat, pressing me against the wall. I gasped and met his dark eyes inches from mine, something unspeakable in their depths. His hands tightened around my throat. I tried to pull his fingers away, but they were so strong. It became hard to breathe. His eyes bored into mine, his expression suddenly full of regret and sadness. My vision started to darken…

I shook myself and forced myself to focus on the lunch table in front of me. Another one of my moments of distraction, but a chilling one this time. It wasn’t unusual that I would have little flights of fancy in the middle of the day, but why would I have such a disturbing fantasy sequence about a harmless nerd like Edward? I really needed to learn to focus better.

Edward was still talking. “Deadly force is far more effective when used subtly and with finesse.”

I blinked and the other girls nodded.

Hope this makes up somewhat for my absence!

Happy Friday, y’all!

Rita

Night Raider

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