With three delicious WIPs and one sizzlin’, complete Mobward to dish up, I’m gonna start our fic feast off with an Edward you’ll absolutely love…TO HATE!!!
There wasn’t much to this tiny hovel of a town so the caliber of restaurants was seriously lacking. I had been frequenting The Lodge since my return to Forks, as it was the fanciest establishment here. So, that is where we went. It was either that, the diner or some fast food joint.
Then, I got stuck with some mousey brunette who couldn’t speak in complete sentences, stammered a lot and looked absolutely defeated by her position in life. No one asked her to be a waitress. I did enjoy the fire that flashed in her eyes when I yelled at her, though.
What I didn’t enjoy, however, was when I realized I had forgotten to leave her a tip and went back to rectify that, only to walk in and hear her belittle me. Me! My tie was worth more than her entire outfit!
No one made a mockery out of me. I expected respect. Demanded respect.
I looked once more at my desk and decided, fuck it. I wasn’t going to get anything done tonight anyway.
But I think perhaps I should teach that waitress a lesson. She has no idea what it was to play with the big boys.
But she was about to learn. . .
Havin’ cost her the job she so desperately needed, Edward is the one who learns a lesson when faced by the brutal consequences of his pettiness durin’ a run-in with Bella at a local grocery story!
The child looked up at her mother with a big grin on her face and my heart stopped. This child was sick, very sick. Her lips had a bluish tint, her skin was ashen and she kept coughing. She had a cannula in her nostrils. But none of that mattered because her smile, it was so sweet and innocent and loving.
“Tanks, Mommy.” She said, wrapping her arms around her mother’s thin frame.
“We need to get you home, Baby Girl.” I froze.
I knew that voice.
What was her name? Belinda? Beth?
“Bella.” I said out loud.
Her warm chocolate eyes turned cold as she turned to look at me.
“What do you want?” She asked rudely.
“Is this your child?” I asked.
She moved protectively towards her, cradling the child to her leg.
“She’s sick.” I said.
“Wow, isn’t the big fancy doctor brilliant? Now, if you’ll excuse us. . . ” She went to go around me but I stepped in her way.
“What’s her diagnosis?” I asked.
“None of your business.” She said, trying to sidestep me.
“Are you treating her illness?” I asked.
That stopped her cold.
“Are you serious?” She asked. “No, I am just sitting around waiting for her to die, in the apartment I won’t have much longer as I have no way to pay the rent, because no one is hiring a medical school drop out who is also a single mother with a terminally sick kid, because the job I had that was kind of flexible with the hours, was taken from me by some emotionally stunted, competitive, heartless bastard. Now, I have to go. My daughter needs a breathing treatment and I can’t afford another trip to the ER tonight.” She said, her voice constantly breaking.
I looked at her this time. Really looked at her.
She was exhausted. There were bags under her eyes; dark, pronounced luggage sized bags. She had lost some weight in the last month. Weight she didn’t have to lose. Her hair was stringy and lifeless. Her shoes worn. Her clothes tattered.
Yet, her child was pristine. Clean bouncing curls and good clothing.
She was a good mother. And thanks to me, an unemployed one.
Realizin’ Bella’s not gonna accept any help from him after what he did to her, will he find a way to redeem himself?
It’s Edward fuckin’ Cullen…of course he does!!!
I’m a stranger to him; I never came home after he was born, too busy with my former life. But as I hold him, I regret not meeting him sooner. He is much smaller than I imagined. I’ve never been around a baby before; I never knew how small they felt. He can’t weigh much; he is so little I am afraid to hold him for fear that I will cause some damage. When he is in my arms around mom, she watches me like a hawk, as if I will break her six-month old grandson.
I give him his bottle, fascinated with watching him suck on the rubber nipple. He watches me as I feed him, his large eyes filled with curiosity. I smile at him, with my first smile since I came home. My heart picks up as he grins back, before continuing to drink his formula.
As cheesy as it sounds, I feel odd even thinking this, but I feel as if we just shared our first moment together.
“I’m going to take care of you from now on Charlie,” I tell him in a quiet voice.
He stares up at me as if he knew exactly what I just said, and smiles again.
“I promise to do a good job buddy,” I say with a tired sigh, “But first, we just have to find a place to live. Would you like that?”
Charlie giggles at me, and I smile in return. “Can I take that as a yes buddy?” Charlie giggles again.
When he finishes his formula, I bring him to rest on my shoulder and pat his back as I have seen women do on television. I wait, expecting some sort of response from the baby, and finally he burps.
“Was that good buddy?”
Charlie giggles and reaches out for me, and I hold him close. It’s hard to look at him sometimes; he looks so much like my older brother. It’s disconcerting, holding his son, knowing that my brother is gone. I’ve never been religious, but now that Seth has died, I hope there is some sort of afterlife. I would like to know he is watching over his son.
It’s early days so we haven’t seen anything of Bella yet but Edward is certainly gonna need help with baby Charlie other than his disapprovin’ mother!
From the summary, you’d never expect Bella’s introduction to Edward takes place in Las Vegas at her best friend’s bachelorette party!
“If the bride-to-be could pick a friend and join us on stage, we’ll give her a night to remember,” the big guy says as I read his lips.
My eyes move looking for Alice. It only takes me a few seconds to find her under the next table. Fucking hell, the work of being her bridesmaid is never over. I hope she knows how much she owes me for this.
My eyes go back to the stage and smile. “You want us then,” I say pulling on Rose’s arm.
The guy takes hold of my hand and helps me step from the table onto the stage. I make sure Rose gets on the stage as well, and smile and nod my head to the guy who is behind me.
“I’m Rose, and this is Bella, the bride-to-be!” Rose says smiling at the hunky man.
I gulp realizing the guy behind me must have been speaking to me.
I turn to him and he’s looking down at me.
“Come on, Bella, we need you and Rose to sit on these chairs,” Rose signs and I walk with the guys. I sit on one chair and Rose is sitting behind me on the other.
The guy in front of me places the microphone down he must have been talking into and moves to me. He starts to make sure I am sitting in the chair the correct way. As he looks up, his sharp green eyes lock on to me. “Are you deaf?” he signs. I nod my head and he smiles a little. “Normally, during the dance, we have to ask if the lady is okay. I can’t do that with you, so if at any time you feel unsafe, don’t want to be in a position that I put you in, or if I’m making you uncomfortable, tap my body—anywhere on my body—three times.”
I nod at him in agreement, and he smirks before winking at me. “I am sure, however, that you will enjoy this,” he signs before standing up and turning away from me only to look back at me.
“I’m Edward,” he signs and gives me a lopsided grin that makes my heart act weird.
What follows is a totally swoonworthy description of Magic Mikeward makin’ his moves on and around Bella to the point where they’re both obviously lost in the moment LOL!
He looks at me, and caresses himself, and then moves closer to run his hands over and down my body. He positions himself between my legs, by moving them apart with his knee. As his hands run back up my body, he moves his hips between my legs, leaving no space between our bodies.
“You doing okay?” he mouths moving his head next to mine.
His nose runs around my cheekbone, and then making sure I can see his lips, he mouths, “Implant, left, right, or both?”
“Right,” I mouth glancing to my right side.
He nods and lifts me up, and flips me over. I am face down and he grabs my hips lifting me to my hands and knees. His hand goes to the left side of my head, and his fingers lace through my long hair.
He pulls my hair, moving my head back, and arching my back as his hips thrust against me again, pulling my hair just enough to make me see stars. My eyes move to the corner, and his green eyes hit me, the lust in them seems to have heated up during the dance.
The next few minutes go by with him flipping my body around, and placing me in several different positions as he simulates sex. He picks me back up and I lock my legs around his waist as he thrusts.
The song comes to an end, and he winks at me and places me back on my feet. He keeps a hold of me, making sure I am steady. I feel Rose clasp my hand and I look at her to see she’s grinning widely.
“Did you enjoy that much as I did?” She signs and I nod at her.
Rose looks at me and then to Alice and puts her thumbs up.
Hell’n that was only the first chapter LMAO!
Rated: Fiction M – English – Crime/Romance – Edward, Bella – Chapters: 23 – Words: 138,013 – Reviews: 1,109 – Favs: 2,187 – Follows: 1,052 – Updated: Apr 25, 2012 – Published: Sep 8, 2010 – Status: Complete – id: 6307143
Not suitable for children or teens below the age of 16 with possible strong but non-explicit adult themes, references to violence, and strong coarse language. -Rated M!
Kidnapped right out of her own home, Bella wakes up in a strange room and she’s not alone!
He looked tall, his feet dangling off the other arm rest. I didn’t move his blanket, but if I leaned over I could see his face. A patch of bronze hair was visible. What was his name again? Hold on, Edward.
His name was Edward. I remembered him now. He had fought that guy. . . James. After, Demitri and Felix dropped me off. I remember their names!
Boom. Boom. The room erupted in music, the bass making the CD’s around it shake. The stereo was going off.
Oh shit. What was I going to do?
Edward leaped off the couch, I flew backward landing on my butt with a wince. I looked up, scared this would be the moment everything I feared would happen. He had a gun, he was in a wide stance, and his eyes were wide. I was going to die.
It hadn’t been a nightmare, I was really this guy’s property, and I was really going to be a sex slave for as long as he didn’t kill me.
Sobs came out of my mouth before I could stop them, I quieted them, but I knew he heard.
“Oh, shit. I’m so sorry.” Edward said again, and I heard him click the safety off on his gun. “Okay. . . I know you’re scared.” Edward said, shaking his head, “Please don’t cry, I’m not going to hurt you.”
He lied. He took a step back hitting his heal on the couch. I turned, stumbling my way up, pushing with my feet and semi-successfully ignoring the pain. I stepped up onto his bed and off the other side.
“It’s okay.” Edward lied again; I turned to look at him he had his hands up like I had a gun on him this time. “I’m not like the others.”
Tears sprung to my eyes. I dropped down opening the bedside door and going in backwards, avoided the center support bar. I closed the door behind me, curling my legs into myself and putting my head down on my knees. It’s the only way I fit, but at least I didn’t have to see him, and he couldn’t see me.
Eventually, Edward manages to coax her out and explains why this is happenin’ to her…and to him!
“Yesterday was my eighteenth birthday, and I have been dreading that day since I could remember.” I lowered my gaze, not feeling comfortable, staring into his deep green eyes.
“I can’t help that I was born into this family, and if I could leave, I would, I swear, but it’s this or death. A few family members found out the hard way.” He sighed, this time, a hand coming up to grip his straight nose. “You have enough problems right now, but I guess I thought you should know why this is happening.
“I’m sorry you are a prisoner. You were given to me, to do what I want with, but I don’t want this. I don’t want this at all, but refusing a tradition?” He shook his head. “It was just easier to let it happen, but I promise I won’t force you into anything. I’ll keep you safe as long as I can. If you weren’t gifted to me, you would have been sold, and. . . had a far worse fate than this.” He pushed up off the floor, doing a push up, to get himself up. He walked away, and I just covered my head with the blanket again.
Believe me, it gets even weirder when they’re finally forced to leave his room but you’ll have to read it to find out LOL!
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Happy Friday, y’all!