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Random Rita ~ Tuesday Feature Fics!


Evenin’ ladies!

Out of all the Mobwards I’ve ever read, 99.9% of them were alpha males, ready and willin’ to wreak bloody mayhem upon their rivals to defend their honor and keep their territory!

So, imagine my surprise to discover a fic that gives us a poor, young Mobward who got sucked in by dreams of wealth and power without realizin’ what it would cost him in the end!

ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/13109404/1/Not-the-Boy-I-Married

Southwestern PA, Steel Country. In February 1959, I married a boy. Life, and its path, made him into a man, a man I didn’t recognize, with secrets I didn’t want to know. Expansion of We Love Mobward contest entry.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Drama/Angst – Chapters: 16 – Words: 76,649 – Reviews: 1,053 – Favs: 370 – Follows: 508 – Updated: Feb 21 – Published: Nov 1, 2018 – Status: Complete – id: 13109404

I never imagined the months I spent going steady with Bella would lead us to where we are today. The quiet, beautiful girl I fell in love with is now my wife. I know Dad’s disappointed in us, in me, but I don’t care how we got here. Yeah, Bella being in the family way wasn’t planned, but I can’t regret anything that led to making Bella my wife.

I know our road will be rough, making a decent living to support us. It’s a lot on my nineteen-year-old shoulders, but I’m willing to do anything I have to do to give Bella and our baby the best life I can provide.

Maybe Uncle Tony’s offer to do a few side jobs won’t be so bad. Working for him at the bowling alley isn’t as awful as everyone told me it would be. The hours are okay, and he promises to give me a few more, and maybe a little extra to look the other way when he meets with his associates. He says I could be managing it if I play my cards right. And maybe the side jobs will help, too.

All I know is if the five hundred dollars he gave us after the ceremony is any indication to what’s possible if I do a few of those jobs for him, then he can sign me up. I can only hope it doesn’t pull me away from my family. Above everything, Bella and our baby are my life now.

They say ignorance is bliss and it is…up until the light bulb moment!

“Tsk tsk tsk,” Felix says with a disapproving shake of his head as he stares down at the man on the ground. “Looks like you’re racking up debt all over the city, there, Chuck. Five thousand,” he says before he whistles, long and low, shaking his head slowly. He leans in close to whisper. “You’re making quite a name for yourself, and not in a good way. People are starting to talk. They know who you’ve been borrowing from, and if you don’t pay up, it makes Tony and Frank, even Mr. LaRocca, look bad. Like they can’t keep tabs on the men who owe them money. And LaRocca doesn’t like to look bad. He starts to notice when people don’t pay up.” He pulls away, meeting Charlie’s eyes. “And he’s indirectly sent us to collect.”

“I don’t have it, but I’ll—”

“So you don’t have it?” Felix asks.

“No, but I—”

“Eddie, you’re up.” Felix stands and steps to the side, motioning for me to get on with it.

“Me?” I ask, my voice cracking.

Felix’s grin is anything but friendly. “Figure it’s best if you handle this one.” He steps closer to me and speaks quietly. “Wouldn’t want you to have any second thoughts about all this when the fuzz find him. He is your wife’s father after all.”

I nod, swallowing the lump that’s suddenly in my throat as I grab the pistol from my coat pocket. With trembling hands, I raise the weapon and try not to look into his eyes; eyes so much like Bella’s they almost make me turn and run.

“No! Please, no! I’ll get the money, I swear! Please don’t do this to Bella! Please!” Charlie gets up on his hands and feet, trying to crab crawl away from me, slipping and sliding on the wet ground in his hurry to get as much distance from me as he can.

When I hesitate just a bit too long, Felix reminds me of my place.

“It’s him or you, Eddie. The Boss doesn’t take too kindly to his orders being ignore—”

The blast from my revolver echoes in the quiet of the alley. A single shot to Charlie’s head renders him still and lifeless, his blood splattered on the fresh snow beneath him and his blank eyes staring back at me, making me question when my life took such an abrupt turn.

It might be hard to imagine but this fic has an incredible HEA!


ROB ATTACK(banner by Heartfortwilight)


With her son missing, Bella learns something about her boyfriend he never really wanted her to know. Continuation of my one-shot contest entry for Bad Ass Babes contest

Rated: Fiction M – English – Drama/Family – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 43 – Words: 124,149 – Reviews: 1,866 – Favs: 525 – Follows: 761 – Updated: May 29 – Published: Aug 9, 2018 – Status: Complete – id: 13029726

Now, reluctant is one thing but total ignorance is quite another, especially when your partner neglects to tell you he is a mob boss and the reason behind your son’s kidnappin’!

“It’s true, isn’t it, Rose?” I whispered quietly through the thickness in my throat. “He’s been taken; my sweet little Charlie has been taken by someone.”

Rose scooted closer to me and wrapped her arms around me again.

“I’m so sorry, Bella. Yes, it’s true, but we’ll get him back. Try not to worry, Edward’s helping the detective downstairs. Do you want me to get him for you?”

At the sound of his name, I remembered his first words, ‘We’ll get him back, I promise’, from when he burst into the house. It had seemed strange at the time, and I had almost forgotten about it until now. He had said that before the police had knocked on the door. And then there was that phone call to people I had never heard of before. Who were Felix and Demetri and Santiago? I knew I didn’t know his family, but the way he spoke to them was not the way you would to members of your family, or even your employees or colleagues; more like your subordinates. This was Chicago, and I couldn’t stop my mind from drifting over the word ‘Boss’. I didn’t know his family at all, and that now worried me.

These thoughts only took a second and Rose left the room to get Edward as I had asked. A new determination filled me; he would answer my questions this time. No more avoidance.

And, as we all know, you do NOT wanna get between a mama bear and her cub!

“I’m done with letting Edward do it his way. I’m going,” I stated, daring her to argue with me. “Aro can’t be trusted, Esme.” I sat beside her again. “We have no idea what his agenda is and I’m not letting him get away.” I took her hand and squeezed gently. “Esme, you don’t know me at all and I appreciate that, but I’m not just going to sit back and wait for the men to deal with everything. Charlie is my son, too, and I’m going to do everything I can to get him back, with or without Edward’s help.”

She took a breath to speak but I didn’t allow her to say anything before plunging on. “Right now Emmett, Garrett, and the others are working on getting Edward out of wherever Aro has him and I trust them to do that, really, I do. That also means Aro is otherwise occupied and won’t be at the house now. But, none of that really matters, I’m doing this and I’m doing it now; with Rose.” I glanced at her as she nodded again. “And you’re either with me or against me.”


ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12779804/1/Killa-Bee

Edward “Killa” Masen isn’t sure why his father wants to team up with the Italians, and he sure as hell isn’t happy about the deal to combine the two most powerful families into one. Isabella ‘Bee’ Swanatori has dreams of her own and they damn sure have nothing to do with Edward Masen.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Drama – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 34 – Words: 114,688 – Reviews: 3,126 – Favs: 1,294 – Follows: 1,668 – Updated: May 22 – Published: Dec 30, 2017 – Status: Complete – id: 12779804

Ultimately, I adore Mobwards who were born to rule as Edward proves at the tender age of fourteen!

I hear the second stair to the top creak. It’s an old house, and I know every sound.

Without thinking, I turn and aim the gun. It takes me two seconds to know it’s not one of our guys and then I fire.



He falls backward down the stairs.

My mother lets out a high-pitched cry, but I’m too on alert to care.

“Take Ma to the safe room now!” I yell at my brother, who looks like he’s going to piss himself.

My heart is beating out of my chest as I crawl to the banister just in time to see two armed men coming up the stairs.

They’re locked and loaded, and I know if they get up here we’re all dead.

I aim; my hand steady like I was born to kill.



The first guy is down, and the other one looks around frantically, not seeing me. My finger is on the trigger before his eyes lock on mine.

I fire.

Kill shot.

Deciding this is the best spot, I set the second gun next to me ready for when they come.

And come they do.

Four more gunmen open fire, but they’re shooting blindly as they can’t find me behind the large pillar that connects to the staircase.

A few seconds pass before I’m hitting one of the greasy-haired motherfuckers in the knee and another in the head. But I’m too slow as the last two run up the stairs.

Fucking Italians!

I’m out of ammo, and I throw the empty gun down, picking up the other that is locked and ready.

“Dove sei fottuto?” the motherfucker says as he gets closer to me.

I don’t know Italian, but I know it’s an insult.

Steadying my breath, I quickly turn, just as he’s reaching the top stair, and fire. He stumbles back from the two chest shots I deliver and falls on the last guy. He’s looking around wildly, trying to find the shooter.

Standing, I point and shoot in one swift motion. His eyes go wide before the life leaves them altogether.

Before moving, my ears perk up, searching for more footsteps. I’m at attention as I creep down the stairs, the only sound is a grunt coming from the kitchen.

My gun is locked and loaded when I ease in, only to find Felix, our head bodyguard bleeding out on Ma’s kitchen floor.

“Christ, Kid! I thought they killed you all,” he says, grimacing in pain.

He’s bleeding from his chest and leg, the body of a dead Italian at his feet.

“No. I killed them,” I say coldly.

Our eyes lock, and he nods in understanding, pressing his hand against his wound as best he can.

Before I can move. the door opens, and I point my gun, once again prepared to defend my family.

“Whoa! Whoa! It’s me!” my Da yells, coming into the kitchen with his gun ready and armed men surrounding him.

I lower my weapon but don’t say a word because I’m too upset with him for leaving us vulnerable like this.

The gunmen separate and leave the kitchen while my father and I stare at each other.

“What happened, Felix?” my father asks.

“Killa over there took out all the men except that one.” He nods to me as two of the guys help him up.

“Killa? You a killa, Edward? Is that why you’re glaring at me like you have a fucking problem?” Da eyes the gun still firmly in my grasp.

“Put down the damn gun,” he commands.

“Where were you?” I ask, my teeth clenched.

“I don’t fucking answer to you. I’m the father!” he yells.

I lift the gun and hold it to his head. “Where. The. Fuck. Were. You?”

My hand is wicked steady as I look into his cold blue eyes.

“Oh! You’re a killa now, so you’re going to kill me too? Do it,” he says, no fear in his eyes.

“Edward! What are you doing? Put down that gun!” my mother cries from the doorway.

I’m aware of the gunmen around me, and I see one go for his weapon.

“You pull that gun out on my fucking kid, you won’t walk out of here alive. That goes for all of you,” Da says, not breaking eye contact with me.

“You leave Ma vulnerable like this again while you go fuck one of your whores and I’ll kill you my fucking self,” I say before dropping my hand and turning away from him.

“Whatever you say. Killa.”

Havin’ a wicked pissa mate who is his equal is just icin’ on the cake!

My eyes travel up and down her curvy body, going to the ends of her long dark hair that sits on plump fucking breasts. I’m hard for this girl, and I can’t give a fuck if she’s Italian or not.

Her face is gorgeous with a cute little nose and pouty lips that would look wicked pissa around my cock.

Goddamn, I’m hard as a rock.

“What the fuck are you staring at?” Her voice is cold as ice and dark brown eyes glare at me with nothing but hate.

Jerking back as if I was slapped, I stare at her, not believing the balls on this girl.

“Bee,” The Chief says to the hot piece of ass.

“He’s fucking staring. That’s rude,” she says, waving a hand at me.

“You’re wicked crazy. Watch who you’re talking to, Princess,” I tell her, not caring how fucking hot she is.

I won’t be disrespected by no one, not even a hot piece of ass.

“I’m not your fucking princess, cocksucker.” She gives me a sardonic smile.

“Oh, my!” Ma says in shock.

My mother may be a lot of things, but she doesn’t curse and hates when other people do it in front of her. She expects all ladies to be ladylike. Apparently whoever this Bee is, doesn’t agree.

“Please forgive my daughter, Esme. Isabella has very colorful language. I blame her brother and cousins,” the older woman says, smiling at my mother.

“Do not call me that. Il mio nome è Bee!” Bee glares at the woman with fire in her eyes.

I let out a chuckle, not believing the balls on this girl. Her attitude is shit even if she is hot.

“What the hell is going on?” I ask Da, tired of this little show.

“Language! Christ, what will your children be like?” Ma does the sign of the cross.

My eyes go wide, and all the air leaves my body.

I swear to all that’s fucking holy if Da did what I think he did I’ll shoot him my fucking self and The Chief right along with him.

“Fuck no!” she shouts, rushing to her father.

“I’m not marrying that fucking bitch!” I yell.

Immediately I regret calling her out of her name, but that’s all she’s fucking been since I walked through the door.

The room goes silent, and all eyes land on me.


I probably shouldn’t have said that, but she’s getting on my fucking nerves.

Charlie looks like he wants my balls for dinner, and Da even looks like he wants to take a shot at me.

“What the fuck did you just call me?” Bee walks over as if she can take me down.

I admit the girl is sexy as fuck in her anger. It just makes me want to tame that fire inside of her. Letting out a little laugh, I look her up and down. “I called you a bitch, Princ-“

She’s wicked fucking fast as her fist connects with the tip of my nose. The crunch of the bone breaking is heard in my head, and the pain immediately hits me as I feel the blood run down my face.

“Fuck! You broke my nose!” My words are muffled as I hold onto my face.

“Call me a bitch again, and that won’t be all I’ll break, Princess.”

She blows me a kiss and takes her seat back in the corner of the couch.

My traitor cock hardens at the sight of her blowing me a kiss.

Fucking bastard.

“You’re lucky you’re a fucking woman.” My voice is hard as blood drips down my shirt.

“Or what? You think you can take me, pretty boy?” she asks with fire in her eyes.

This girl, she can’t be no more than one-twenty soaking fucking wet, and she thinks she can beat me?

“Okay, why don’t we just calm down,” Da says, looking around the room.

“I’m going to clean up and have Felix look at my nose. Then you two old fucks are going to tell me what the hell is going on.” I point to Da and Charlie.

Wow! These two are made for each other LMAO! No, they really are and the fuckhawt lemons prove it!!!

That’s enough damage for today LOL! I’ll be back later in the week with my round-up of fabulous WIPs!

Happy Tuesday, y’all!





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Random Rita ~ Friday Feature Fics!


Evenin’, ladies!

Well, a promise is a promise so here are some complete fic recs for Eewee darlin’!

And, as it turns out, there’s significant age difference in the first two but so well written, you can’t help but love ’em!



On that side of the Equator a six year age difference is nothing, just a number that loses meaning in the face of adventures and shared interests and long bus rides. But on this side of the Equator, in Forks Washington where Bella is a teacher, six years are everything, an impenetrable barrier that makes life impossible when Edward Cullen shows up as an exchange student.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Angst – [Bella, Edward] [Emmett, Rosalie] – Chapters: 21 – Words: 91,415 – Reviews: 1,048 – Favs: 575 – Follows: 980 – Updated: Oct 9 – Published: Jan 14, 2014 – Status: Complete – id: 10020758

So, this is what happens when your vacation fling follows you home…

“Edward,” I say, leaning against my desk. Needing a moment to collect myself, I dig the heels of my hands into my eyes. Three deep breaths and my hands fall to my sides as I straighten to look at him.

He’s closed the distance between us. I have to look up to meet his eyes. “You’re an exchange student?”

“Cool, yeah?” he says, smiling once more.

“You’re an exchange student in Forks?” I demand, not really believing it.

“You moved back to Forks. I came to Forks. Simple.”

“No!” I shriek, glancing nervously towards my still open door. “No! Not simple. You are my student, Edward. How are you still in high school? You’re nineteen. You just turned nineteen. You graduated!”

The difference in our ages once felt like nothing, forgotten in the face of shared interests and experience. Now these six years separating us might as well be the fucking ocean.

And they will drown me.

“I’m your teacher,” I repeat.

“I forget how prudish Americans are,” he says, rolling his eyes. He takes another step closer and I push back into my desk with such force that the metal legs drag on the linoleum. The sound is unpleasant but Edward takes another step. I scramble around the desk, pleased to have a physical barrier separating us. “Are you running from me, love?”

“Do not call me that!” I am absolutely seething, glancing at the door every three seconds. I play with that annoying patch of wispy hair at my temple. The rate I am going this will be another nervous habit, joining the lip biting. “In this classroom, in this school, it’s Miss Swan.”

This fic is chock full of angsty goodness, trials and tribulations…mostly for Bella ’cause Edward doesn’t see the problem, but you can count on the HEA they both deserve!




Hot old dude was cocky from the beginning, yet for some reason she wanted him. He was relentless, and she was a brat, but together they were on fire.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 24 – Words: 80,345 – Reviews: 1,348 – Favs: 987 – Follows: 1,248 – Updated: Aug 25 – Published: Feb 13, 2015 – Status: Complete – id: 11042171

On the opposite end of the age spectrum from Equator, I present to you Asshole and Brat!

Hawaii is like a dream come true. Four days in paradise are just what the doctor ordered. Between finals and helping my sister plan this shotgun wedding, I need to just relax.

I exit the airport in Kona and find the shuttle bus to the Mauna Kea Beach Hotel. It’s crowded and although the air conditioning seems to be on high, it’s hot as hell in here.

There is one available seat, which happens to be next to some sexy as fuck older dude. He’s not as old as my dad, Charlie, but I would say he has at least ten years on me.

If I didn’t have the five-year-rule, I would totally get on that.

His face is divine and I’m not exaggerating. Old dude is smoking, with his chiseled cheekbones covered in facial hair. His green eyes dance mischievously as they take me in.

“I’m here for a family thing but…” He shrugs his shoulder suggestively, and then gives me a sexy smirk and a wink.

Five-year rule.

I do not do older men.

Not even sexy-as-fuck old men.

“Does that usually work for you? What’s the matter can’t find a woman your own age down at the senior citizens home?” I give him my best bitch brow, but it does nothing but cause him to laugh loud and hard.

“Playing hard to get? I like that.” He inclines further into me and takes a deep breath.

“You need to back off, gramps. The desperate act is not a good look on you.” I turn around in my seat officially dismissing him.

I’ll be damn if I give him the satisfaction of knowing I’m attracted to him. Nope, I’m sure once the bus gets to the hotel I’ll be so busy with maid of honor duties that I’ll never see any other hotel guests…

Especially hot-as-fuck-old-dude.

The van pulls to a stop in front of the Mauna Kea Beach Hotel. It is breathtaking. People start exiting the van and I turn to face sexy grandpa.

“Well, I hope you find a young girl that will fall for your lines. Enjoy your vacation.” I stand up grabbing my bags.

“Oh baby, I’m sure before my vacation is over, I’ll have you beneath me.” He says as he follows me off the van.

“In your dreams.” I turn away from him trying to hide my blush.

I quickly take my luggage, rolling it to the front desk, acutely aware that sexy is following me. I may or may not add an extra swing in my step, giving him a full view of the ass.

Again, this fic has the most wonderful HEA with lots of fun and fuckhawt lemons along the way! Low on angst…high on fun!




The winter of 1869 recorded a low temperature that would last for more than one hundred and fifty years. The only thing colder ever recorded was Isabella Cullen’s marriage bed. Entry for the Caveat Emptor: Maybe An HEA? contest. Trigger warning. Now expanded from original contest entry.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Angst/Hurt/Comfort – Bella, Edward, Jasper – Chapters: 24 – Words: 73,905 – Reviews: 1,755 – Favs: 766 – Follows: 1,108 – Updated: Oct 5 – Published: Jun 2, 2015 – Status: Complete – id: 11287145

Warning: This story takes place in a time when women had no control over anything including their own bodies. They could not own property, vote, or serve in office. Most importantly to this story, legally there was no such thing as marital rape. Being married implied consent. This story touches on this dubious consent. Although today it is, rightly, considered rape, in that time it was not. The law was not changed in Canada until just after the Charter of Rights and Freedoms (1982) was enacted, in 1983. Please do not read this story if it will in any way make you uncomfortable or trigger a reaction. 

This fic ain’t gonna be everyone’s cup of tea but for those souls brave enough to take it on, there is great reward at the end!

A large sign proclaiming Inn at the Forks announced her arrival. The building was bigger than any she had ever seen and she wondered how she was to clean it all. Perhaps there would be another maid or two to help. She tried to brush the dust off her dress before walking into the main reception hall to find her employer. A cheery peal of bells sounded as she opened the door. The young man at the counter took in the sight of travel-weary Isabella and smiled at her. She walked to the desk and put her baggage on the floor.

“I am Isabella Swan. I’m to see Mr. Cullen.”

The young man at the counter nodded and left the desk. He came back minutes later with a tall man, who had a look of consternation on his face.

“You are Isabella Swan?” Isabella nodded her head.

“This way.” The man pointed to an open door just beside the desk.

“Get Weber.” He said to the desk clerk.

Isabella picked up her bags and followed the tall man. He led her through a few hallways to the back of the Inn. He held a door open for her and motioned for her to go ahead of him. Once through the door he pointed to a smaller building set away from the Inn. It was a large carriage house with what looked like living quarters above. He led her again to a stairway up to the living area. When she opened the door she saw that it was a dwelling rather than the dormitory she was expecting. She looked around the sitting room just off the entry. It was well appointed and comfortable looking although it could do with a good cleaning. The tall man stood by the door with his back to her. She waited patiently for him to give her instructions.

“You are not what I expected.” He finally said after a very lengthy pause.

“I’m sorry, Sir. It was a very taxing journey. If you could show me to my room I can clean up before meeting Mr. Cullen and starting my work as housekeeper.” Isabella was exhausted but could rally her courage to begin her new life.

“I am Mr. Cullen. This is your new home, not your place of employment.

You are here to become my wife, not my housekeeper.”

The tall man did not even turn to face her as he destroyed her every perception.

“My uncle said I was to be a housekeeper at the Inn. Not your wife.” Isabella’s voice shook with terror.

“Your uncle told me you were pretty; I guess he lied to us both.

Here’s the Minister. Just do as you are told, do you understand?

Answer every one of his questions with an affirmative.” The tall man finally turned and fixed her with a glare.

“Yes, Sir.” Isabella obeyed.

For a period piece that starts out so dark, it gets even darker until it finally takes a turn into the light when the right Cullen turns up to set things right! Ain’t gonna give away the plot any further than that LOL!

Lookin’ forward for your recs!

Happy Friday, y’all!




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Random Rita ~ Friday Feature Fics!

Wet Rob Avi

Evenin’ ladies!

While I don’t often stamp a guarantee on my recs, I’m gonna break that rule and guaranDAMNtee you you’re gonna love these stories as much as I do!

Zveka68 had such high praise for my first rec I just had to check it out and was completely blown away !

Rob Attack


Purchasing his own land is the one thing Edward Cullen wanted most in this world, until he met the neighbor’s daughter.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Western – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 11 – Words: 36,369 – Reviews: 495 – Favs: 643 – Follows: 721 – Updated: Nov 22 – Published: Jun 1, 2014 – Status: Complete – id: 10396002

Sparks flew the instant Edward and Bella set eyes on each other but there were rules to be followed!

“You know what Mr. Cullen, don’t even bother trying to court me, I’d rather not be with a spineless man.” As if he’d been smacked in the face Edward stops dead in his tracks.

“Wait just a darn minute! I’m not spineless. I say I want to court you and damn it I’m going to court you. If you just stop acting like a spoiled brat –”

Bella stomps back over to him. “How dare you call me spoiled! You hear me now Edward Cullen, I don’t want to court you, not now, not ever, so you can go back to where you came from!”

Charlie and Renee walk out onto the porch, after being awakened in the middle of the night by shouting. “What in the blazes is going on? Isabella, get in the house now.”

Bella turns towards her father and stomps away from Edward. “With pleasure.”

Edward follows her, and then looks up at Charlie. “Mr. Swan, I’ve been respectable, and have given you ample amount of time to think it over, but now I would like your permission to court your daughter. I’m mighty taken with her, and it would be my pleasure to learn more about her.”

Bella huffs at hearing Edwards’s declaration. “You ever thought that maybe I don’t want to court you. Maybe three days were just enough time for some other fella to win my affections.”

Edward shakes his head furiously at her. “I swear you are the most stubborn woman I’ve ever met. You’re courting me, and that’s final. If there were any other suitors, I would have words with him. Now if you all will excuse me I am expecting my brother in the morning. Mr. Swan I’ll be calling on Isabella for lunch. Thank you.”

With a slight bow of his head, Edward left all three Swans speechless. Charlie was a little taken back at being told what to do, but did like how the young man handled Bella.

Bella on the other was blushing furiously because she truly liked how Edward had demanded she court him. It made her feel all tingly inside, not to mention his words about another fellow nearly caused her to combust!

Renee Swan smiled at the whole scene, wondering just how soon Edward Cullen would be her son-in-law.

Lemme just say the prim and proper flies out the window once Edward makes Bella his wife and no room or surface of their home is left “unchristened” LMAO!


Rob Attack


Bella and Alice were best friends, which made Bella the only girl off limits to Alice’s brother Edward. When a party the summer after graduation gets out of control, Bella’s world is turned upside down. “He doesn’t know. I don’t want him to.”

Rated: Fiction M – English – Angst/Hurt/Comfort – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 42 – Words: 382,594 – Reviews: 13,217 – Favs: 8,847 – Follows: 4,774 – Updated: Sep 25, 2011 – Published: Aug 12, 2010 – Status: Complete – id: 6229263

What Edward doesn’t know yet but the rest of his family just learned is that Bella has a three-year-old son who looks uncannily like Edward! His first clue, although he has no idea…

Yum, mom-made food is the best. I grabbed the plate out and then went to get some orange juice. For the first time I noticed a picture hanging from the side of the fridge. “Hey, ma, what the fuck is this?”

“What the fuck is what, Edward,” Mom asked with a little bit of an irritation in her voice. My mouth gaped a little at the foul language that just rolled from her tongue.

My mother was not one who swore very often. I took a shallow breath, held it for a moment and let it out loudly before continuing.

“This?” I grabbed the picture and took it over to her.

She stared at it for a moment with a blank look on her face before answering. “Uh, a friend’s little boy drew it for me,” she smiled. “It’s him playing the piano.”

Excuse me?

“My piano?” I asked tersely.

My mom rotated her whole body to face me.

“Yes, Edward, he was playing the piano that your father and I bought for you.”

Oh, she’s going to pull that card on me is she?

“Mom, please tell me that you did not let some little brat pound on my piano,” I groaned.

“Edward, I did not let some little brat pound on your piano. He’s actually quite a natural. He has a good ear.”

“Yeah, well…” I couldn’t really think of anything to say. She had said the same thing about me when I was first learning to play and not to brag or anything, but I turned out to be fucking awesome with the piano. Besides, I kind of had to trust that my mom wouldn’t let someone just bang the shit out of a $65,000 Baby Grand.

“All right, I’m heading out. I’ll be back later, I guess.”

“Okay, honey.”

Upon enterin’ the local coffee shop…

She stood at the counter waiting for her order. Wow! A few years had definitely been kind to her. She was a little curvier, but not too much. She was still slender; her firm legs encased in a pair of jeans that made her butt look edible. She had hips now and the t-shirt she was wearing was fitted, but not clinging to her. Her hair was pulled up and her neck was tilted slightly to the side.

She was rubbing it with her fingers like she was massaging a knot out. I wasn’t sure at that moment what I wanted to do. I could just walk right out and pretend that I never saw her, but that was going to be hard to do every time if I was going to be around for a while. I could sneak up behind her, wrap my arm around her waist and kiss her neck, whispering something seductive in her ear. That was my usual M.O.

Not a good idea Cullen, you stole her virginity and walked away never to see her again. She probably hates your guts and would pound your dick into the ground.

On that painful note, I adjusted myself and decided on a less aggressive mode of communication. I approached her quietly and as she was reaching for her purse to pay I slid my own bill onto the counter top.

“I’ve got it.”

I could see Bella freeze. Her jaw tightened and she turned to look at me in complete shock. Then it turned to rage.

“The fuck you do!” she practically screamed at me.

Uh, yeah, she hates your guts.

To be honest, I haven’t finished readin’ yet but OMG! what I have read so far is utterly brilliant!


Rob Attack

{banner by FallingSnow Winter}


Edward Cullen is a busy executive, who lives for only one thing—his company. His gruff attitude and rigid ways are what make him a success. There is no room for fun or distractions. An unwanted trip close to the holidays, brings 3 huge distractions into his life—a chatty teenager, a tiny, lisping angel, and most importantly—one small, determined woman. How will he handle them?

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance – Chapters: 3 – Words: 6,470 – Reviews: 574 – Favs: 586 – Follows: 982 – Updated: 6h ago – Published: Dec 2 – id: 11646484

Havin’ been a Senior Executive Administrative Assistant {aka high level babysitter} for many wonderful years, I fell in love with Edward’s right hand, Shelly Cope, instantly!

Mrs. Cope’s voice became stern. “Edward.”

“What?” I muttered.

“You’re flying to the East Coast to meet with Mr. Black.”

“I know that.”

She held up her hand. “He’s only agreeing to listen to your proposal on the condition you meet personally with him and spend some time there, at the hotel.”

I snorted. “He’s not in any position to make demands. He’s going to lose it all.”

“Not quite yet, Edward. He wants to meet you face-to-face, and you agreed to it.”

“I did?”

“I did on your behalf.”

I shot her a look that would have had Jessica on the floor. She barely blinked.

“Why, exactly?” I asked between gritted teeth.

“I have a feeling.”

Needless to say, Edward was used to nothin’ less than first class accommodations so findin’ himself stuck in the Sleepy Time Inn was a real eye-opener LOL!

I pushed on my door; looking back over my shoulder at the unlikely welcoming committee I had been sent. A smart-mouthed teenager, a lisping little angel, who for some reason I seemed to adore, and then of course…Bella.

A mystery—one minute warm and smiling, the next frowning and cool. Then, despite the fact she found me an “ath-hole,” made me dinner, after she went out to buy my requested brand of brandy instead of telling me to drink whatever shit excuse they had in the bar.

She certainly was an enigma.

And she smiled at me in a way that took my breath away.

Mrs. C was right—this trip was already full of surprises.

Astonishingly, I rather liked it.

Hehehehe! The “ath-hole” conversation with Bella’s daughter was hilarious…don’t miss it! *wipes tear!*


Rob Attack


A fun three-part Thanksgiving story as told by Christian. This follows my Halloween story. The kids are six and four and there’s a new baby on the way… Will Christian survive the school play, Thankgiving dinner and a houseful of family in one piece?

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Humor – Christian G., Anastasia S., Teddy G., Phoebe G. – Chapters: 4 – Words: 24,662 – Reviews: 135 – Favs: 53 – Follows: 112 – Updated: 13h ago – Published: Nov 23 – id: 11629901

Totally NOT Twilight fanfiction…well, not anymore LOL! But I’ve been secretly gigglin’ my ass off at AshBax’s short holiday fics featurin’ Christian Grey, Ana and the kids…yes, more than one LOL!

Today, I couldn’t resist throwin’ The Grey Thanksgiving in for dessert ’cause it’s so damn sweet, you’ll crack your teeth on it!

“This idiot told my kids that their friend is going to be dinner!”

“I told them he’s going to be a nice dinner. It was a compliment to the bird.”

It’s taking all my self control not to attack this fucker!

“Let me talk to them, Mr. Grey,” Tilly says, bending over to them in a frog-like squat. Well, at least she’s supposedly a professional with kids, maybe she’ll know what to say.

“Remember how I told you it’s a special day for turkeys?” she asks. They nod, sniffling. “You know why that is?” The kids shrug.

“‘Cause they’re cute?” Phoebe asks.

Tilly smiles and shakes her head.

“It’s because they provide dinner for nice families like you.”

“Ahhh!” Phoebe screams again, now holding onto my leg in a vice grip. Now, I know officially that Tilly isn’t a professional at anything but eating and keeping the lawn on her legs, and probably everything else south of the naval boarder, un-manicured.

“Are you people crazy?”

“Mr. Grey, it’s a fact of life,” she says. “Nobody gets a happy ending just because they want one.” With that tone, I think she’s speaking from experience.

“Nobody makes my children cry and gets away with it!”

“Mr. Grey, I know you mean well, but they have to know their father can’t just wave his magic wand and make everything good for them. There are some things you just have no control over.”

I glare at her. Those are fighting words.


“Sir, what are you doing with the turkey?” Taylor asks, opening the door to the SUV for the kids and I, and this bird on a leash as we leave the school.

“Don’t ask,” I say, looking down at the new Grey family pet. $5000 dollars later and he’s mine. That Del was so pissed at me, he kept upping the price; but, I’m never outbid.

It’s not marked complete but it actually is and the fourth chapter, Christian’s attempt at cookin’ the Thanksgiving turkey {not Boone, the one he rescued for the kids} will leave you howlin’ with laughter!

What fics have had your emotions all over the place this week?

Happy Friday, y’all!


Night Raider


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