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Evenin’, ladies!

And a very HAPPY 4th OF JULY to our friends in the United States!

 

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Mighta taken awhile for the spirit to move me again but, when it did, it totally kicked my ass!

In fact, we’re 3 for 3 this post…3 WIPs for those of us who enjoy the chase and 3 COMPLETE fics for you WIP wussies…you know who you are LOL!

First up is a collaboration between Planetblue and Honeybee Meadow, postin’ as BlueMeadow! The visuals these two paint with their words leave me speechless, I kid you not!ROB ATTACK(banner by Mina Rivera)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12965796/1/Point-Shoot

Two people. Two houses. One field. Sometimes anger is so much better than sorrow.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 11 – Words: 20,065 – Reviews: 961 – Favs: 398 – Follows: 943 – Updated: Jul 2 – Published: Jun 11 – id: 12965796

Empty cup in hand, my bare feet felt the dead hay that had flattened in the night, and I cursed my brain as it switched automatically from peacefulness to combat mode, senses high and on alert. It’s my job to follow screamed my old sense. It’s not your job anymore cried my new one. I went down that lane anyway as I heard the repeated sounds of movement and something that I was relieved sounded like an animal, but I stopped short when I heard murmurs of. . . something else.

I inched forward, accompanied only by the listing sound of my own movement until my heart jumped in my throat as the next sound met my ears.

Was that a human voice?

I paused before continuing, my soft gait changing and beginning its learned shuffle, ignoring the prick of the sharp ends of dead grass that cut my feet. They stayed close to the ground on instinct, instead of stepping because that’s what you do. You never know what or who you might be stepping on. The shuffling sound also served as a warning to give whatever demon that lay in wait in front of me the chance to leave. My head snapped up a moment later in the direction of a sound on my right, and I left the path, my body slicing through the tall grass.

The sound came again from out in front of me, something or someone caught there in the shoulder-high grasses. I pushed apart the wall in front of me with one hand but saw nothing, so I went further in, the sound of the weeds swishing closed behind me, trapping me in and revealing what I’d instinctively felt needed to be found.

A circle had formed, the flattened grass much like the path that I followed to get here, but an area I couldn’t see from the porch. And in that circle, was a girl.

She was curled there, in a white sort of dress that didn’t match the era we were in. Her hair was in chaos, tangled on the trampled hay, and there was a smudge of dirt on her cheek. She lay completely still, and my first thought was that I hoped she wasn’t dead, but I knew something had made the sounds. I studied her a moment to see if I could detect any sort of life, and then something moved, but it wasn’t her. I squinted and craned my neck to figure out what it was, what my mind was trying to show me, and then I saw.

Nestled in her arms was a brown fawn, its tiny, shivering body snuggled up against her. I stared at it as it stared at me, and suddenly the thing turned, concentrating on the girl who was whispering to it, smiling at it. And fuck me if that animal wasn’t smiling back at her. Then the unnatural mother holding this animal turned, and her hair shifted, forming a halo around her with little white flowers and green bits of foliage caught in its web. It was a sight so natural in its unnaturalness, so worthy of existing, I nearly choked.

I felt dizzy, nauseous at the fact that for the first time in months, I wished for the camera that I’d amputated from my life because I knew that this would’ve been the one picture I’d hang on that goddamned wall.

It would have captured life, not death.

~oOo~

As if one fantastic collaboration wasn’t enough, Tufano79 and Heartfortwilight have teamed up to provide a story rife with drama, angst and romance! ROB ATTACK

(banner by HeartforTwilight Productions)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12989723/1/Fire-Of-Your-Soul

In the blink of an eye, your world can change. You can experience the greatest happiness … or succumb to the world’s worst pain, losing someone that had no reason to die … COLLABORATION WITH HEARTFORTWILIGHT!

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Hurt/Comfort – Bella, Edward – Words: 6,683 – Reviews: 60 – Favs: 119 – Follows: 190 – Published: 18h ago – id: 12989723

Other fire stations and crews were on scene and as soon as the engine stopped, Edward was out the door and picked up his ax. He went over to the chief in charge and listened to the game plan for fighting the fire. After telling different crews to handle different parts of the fire, he turned to Edward and the team from Station 17. “Station 17, we need to you to go to the top two floors and look for anyone who may be trapped there. We don’t have a lot of time men, so get in and get out as soon as possible,” the chief said.

Edward looked at Marcus. “Let’s get in there.”

Putting on their self-contained breathing apparatus, which only holds thirty minutes of air, they walked up the steps and through the doors. Stepping into the thick black smoke, they went to the stairs and headed up. They would go to the fifth floor and work their way down.

Edward placed his hand on the door before opening it and even though it was warm, it was not hot, which indicated that a fire was on the other side, but not enough to cause a backdraft. Pushing open the door, Edward and Marcus walked into the hallway.

“You take the left and I will take the right. Keep in contact,” Edward commanded.

Edward and Marcus made quick, but safe checks of the apartment, yelling out that they were firemen and to scream if they trapped. It was hard to hear anything over the roar of the fire, but that didn’t stop them from trying. Edward had reached the end of the hall, he tested the door and busted it in. The room was engulfed in flames, lapping up the walls to the ceiling, dancing in a glowing, deadly dance.

“Fire department! Call out! I’m here to help you,” Edward yelled.

Listening carefully, he heard a faint cry coming from the back corner of the building. He took off towards the sound and when he got there, the doorway was fully engulfed in fire. Looking into the room, he saw a young woman standing by the window, trying to pull it open.

“Miss, don’t do that,” Edward yelled, but it was too late.

The woman got the window open, which allowed the wind and oxygenated air to rush into the room, causing the fire to become an inferno. The wind blew around the room and the fire blasted around the room towards her, pushing her out the window by its force.

Edward barged through the fire, not even thinking about himself, only the woman who needed his help and ran to the window, catching her hand before she fell. “I’ve got you,” he yelled.

“Don’t let me die, please,” she cried hysterically, scrambling and trying to pull herself up.

“I am not letting you go, but you need to give me your other hand.”

The young woman tried to reach up with her other arm, but she didn’t have the strength to do so. Suddenly, there was a violent explosion on the floor below causing the building to shake. Edward lost his firm grip on her hand and was only hanging on by her fingers.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t regain the strong hold he had before, but she began to slip, inch by inch. “Please! Please!” she screamed.

Edward looked into the tear-filled eyes of the young woman, his grip failed and she began to fall through the smoke and fire.

~oOo~

A new fic by Michaelmas54 popped up in my inbox the other day and, if you’ve read any of her other stories, you’ll understand why I mighta squealed and broke out into the Snoopy dance of joy LOL!ROB ATTACK(banner by BlondeMel)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12989225/1/Mysterious-Graffiti

Knowing something terrible about the future but being unable to warn anyone about what’s going to happen without risking your own existence is the dilemma facing Edward Cullen, but he decides to take that risk because for once in his life he cares. There’s a stealthy build-up to an exciting climax for our Twilight characters and the story is rated M for all the usual reasons.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Supernatural/Drama – Edward – Words: 6,105 – Reviews: 38 – Favs: 36 – Follows: 74 – Published: Jul 3 – id: 12989225

He’d come out here to think and hopefully make sense of the disturbing information he’d learned several hours ago. He’d got over the initial shock and had almost come to terms with it, but now he had to decide what to do about what he’d learned, which if true, would be life-changing.

He had no reason to doubt the person who had inadvertently disclosed what she had obviously been trying to keep from him, but what to do with that knowledge was what was tearing him apart. How could he carry on with his day-to-day life and function like a normal person knowing what he now knew? How could he tell anyone else what he knew without disclosing a part of his life that he kept private?

Most importantly though, if he told anyone, who in their right mind would believe him?

He placed his head in his hands and squeezed his temples as if he was trying to erase from his brain what he had learned, but he realized that he would never be able to forget, or even ignore what he now knew. The only decision he had to make was to either do something or do nothing, and if it was something, what to do and how to do it, and also whether taking that proactive decision would have an irreversible impact on his own life. He laughed to himself then as whether or not he did anything at all, his life was going to change whichever road he took.

He’d spent most of his life trying not to stand out, doing everything he could not to be noticed; in other words he had successfully avoided becoming ‘someone’. He was supremely talented at his craft but he had never sought fame; he just wanted to live a mediocre and anonymous life in the shadows. He was happier with his life now than he had  been at any other period, but already he had accepted that whatever decision he made, he would have to re-think his future sooner rather than later and that knowledge depressed him greatly because for once he had a purpose; something to live for; something that made him happy.

He sighed as he reached over to the ignition switch and flipped it up. Instantly the boat’s motor sprang to life and filled the air with a deafening roar, which after the peace and tranquility of the previous hours sounded harsh and abrasive to his ears. His long, slim fingers gripped the smooth, polished steering wheel which was icy to the touch, but he ignored the pain as his mind was still fixed on his unresolved problem.

As the boat picked up speed, he had to turn sharply to avoid hitting a buoy that he hadn’t spotted until he was almost on top of it as its warning light had been smashed. As he passed it on his left, he noticed that it had been vandalised by someone who obviously didn’t like a local politician, as a derogatory message had been painted onto the floats. His boat made an impressive spray as it swerved out of the way and he spun around the buoy several times to make note of its serial number so he could report it to the authorities, but also for a bit of fun as he enjoyed performing ‘donuts’, especially if he had passengers he wanted to impress.

As the beautiful white and silver craft bounced across Elliott Bay heading towards land, the bitter morning air stung his face and ruffled his already unkempt hair. But he wasn’t concentrating on the journey as the first seeds of an idea were starting to gather momentum in his head. As the outline expanded and became in his mind achievable, he began to feel tentatively hopeful that for the first time since he’d run from her to the jetty he may have found an answer to his dilemma.

If what he was contemplating were possible, it would need careful planning and preparation and he would need to be stealthy and secretive, but it could possibly be the only chance he had to do something, and he had come to the conclusion that whatever the consequences for himself, he had to do something.

~oOo~

There are only 2 authors I read on STARS and Heartfortwilight is one of them! This is another of her mafia fics I couldn’t resist so, if you love Mobwards, you won’t wanna miss Defiance!ROB ATTACK(banner (by HeartforTwilight Productions)

https://www.starslibrary.net/viewstory.php?sid=11797

Carlisle Cullen is ruthless Don of the Cullen Crime Family, but his wife Esme doesn’t want this life for their son Edward.  Running away and starting a new life and new identity, will they have a happy, safe life or will Carlisle find them?  E&B HEA

Categories: TwilightCanon Pairings

Characters: Bella/Edward
Genre: Drama
Chapters: 23 Table of Contents
Completed: Yes Word count: 42347 Read Count: 44276
Published: 12 Mar 2017 Updated: 29 Apr 2018

The mansion was dark, and, for the first time in weeks, Esme was left alone. She had planned for this moment for what felt like eternity, stashing away money, fake ids, birth certificates, and clothes. She would be changing both her and Edward’s expensive clothes for something simpler and comfortable. Before grabbing the handle of the suitcase, she took off her wedding rings, and laid them on the dresser. Looking at the huge diamond ring, she couldn’t remember one second that she enjoyed wearing it. She would no longer be under Carlisle Cullen’s control, and she would not allow her son to grow up to be part of this life. She had lost how many times Carlisle had come home, dripping in someone’s blood. She had learned after several beatings to never question what had happened or where he had been. She was supposed to be the perfect Don’s wife at all times. Slipping out the side door, she got behind the wheel of the car and drove away with a silent prayer that this would be the beginning of a bright, safe future for her and Edward.

She cautiously drove towards the outskirts of Chicago where she had stashed a clean car. If there was anything she learned from the evil Carlisle Cullen was how to buy something under the radar. She had been witness to many illegal dealings, drugs, guns, prostitution, just to name a few. Carlisle’s guy who cooked his books, Bobby “B”, had, on several occasions, talked about how they would purchase a clean car to do a job. She had also learned where to get fake ids and other fake documents, which she had done for herself and Edward. Purchasing a new wardrobe of clothes and new toys for Edward, had also been done and placed in the waiting car. As of today, they were no longer Esme and Edward Cullen, but Maria and Tony Masen.

Pulling up beside the car, she surveyed the area for anything out of the ordinary. When she felt everything was safe, she got out, and got Edward from his car seat.

“Are you ready for a trip, my love?”

Edward giggled and blew spit bubbles, his large sparkling green eyes so full of expression.

Even though Esme was scared about what the future, she knew that she needed to get Edward far away from Carlisle. Carlisle had already started planning when he was going to begin Edward’s training. Esme didn’t say anything, but she heard some of the vile, ruthless, and disturbing things that they would have Edward do to groom him into a cutthroat future Don. She knew then that she had to take Edward and disappear.

~oOo~

Even a die-hard angst h00r like me needs lighter fare to break the cycle and high school Edward and Bella do that for me. Lover of the Light is a fic I’ve actually enjoyed twice so I thought it was time to share it with you!ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/11245905/1/Lover-Of-The-Light

“There’s this new girl in town. I call her Brightside. Emmett likes her, but he says she smells like trees. I think she smells good, like lavender… anyway, I think she’s going to have my baby.” A story about a boy who made a mistake. Or two. AU-AH, short chapters/frequent updates.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Angst – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 43 – Words: 82,506 – Reviews: 1,428 – Favs: 879 – Follows: 1,001 – Updated: May 2 – Published: May 13, 2015 – Status: Complete – id: 11245905

She turns it up, and music about knowing the truth about friendship helps calm my nerves as she drops down on the bed beside me.

I take a hit. I lift the bowl and look to her as the smoke hits the back of my throat.

Bella’s eyes are low, and she looks like she’s a little too drunk to think clearly. The eyeliner under her left eye is a little smeared, but she still looks pretty with the shadows on her face. Her strawberry red, brown hair is a little frizzy, but it still looks soft and smells like vanilla and lavender. It’s not even a cheap vanilla, it’s sweeter but not so pungent. Like French Vanilla.

She doesn’t need to get high, but that’s why we came here. At least, that’s why she wants to be here. I just don’t want to say goodbye yet.

I pass the bong to her, and she has to tuck her hair behind her ears before she places her lips over the mouthpiece. I light the bowl for her, and wait until she fills the chamber before lifting the metal from the glass piece.

She blows smoke between her lips slowly and soundless, and I find myself licking my own as I watch her.

“How old are you?” I mentally palm my face once I realize what I’ve said.

She looks up at me, smirking. “Um … Sixteen. Why? You going to tell me that you’re really thirty?”

I clear my throat, averting my gaze to stare down at my red and black plaid ruffled sheets. “No, I’m sixteen. I was just curious.”

She looks around the room again and lays back to rest on her elbows, biting her lip as she scans her eyes over the shelf above our heads. “Do you like baseball?”

I shake my head, leaning back on my elbows to rest beside her.

“My dad played. I like to watch sometimes, but I can’t play.”

She tilts her head back. “Can’t?”

I nod, not really in the mood to elaborate. Everything is a little hazy, and I keep looking at her lips and her cheeks and forgetting what I mean to talk about.

I notice a lot about Bella that I didn’t before.

She has three freckles in a row speckled along her left cheek that I didn’t see before but can’t stop looking at now in the cheap yellow lamp lighting in my room.

Not only is she the first girl I’ve ever invited in my room, but she’s also the first girl to sit on my bed and it’s all I keep thinking about.

I’m not an amateur.

I’ve kissed girls, and then I’ve done things…other things with them. Sex and girls don’t make me nervous. She does.

I don’t want to use Bella.

I mean, I do. But I don’t want to give her back.

I want to kiss Bella. I want to do so much to her. But tonight isn’t nearly enough, and I’m afraid that if I get to kiss her now I might not get to do it again.

Maybe it’s because I’m an idiot, or maybe it’s because I’m drunk. Maybe it’s because I’m high and I’m typical teenage-boy-minded. Maybe it’s because Brightside’s lips are too close to think, but it seems worth risking when I catch her looking at my lips too.

I close my eyes and whisper, “Fuck it.”

~oOo~

My last rec is also a high school E/B fic with one helluva twist!  I’ve read this one at least three time and can’t believe I’ve never brought it to your attention before…rectifyin’ that situation right now!ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/4623382/1/Legacy

Edward is used to living life as a solitary teenager until he moves to Washington & reluctantly makes friends. When everything seems to be going right, his world is torn apart by a long-kept secret that leaves him questioning everything he’s ever known.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Drama/Humor – Edward – Chapters: 50 – Words: 335,653 – Reviews: 2,937 – Favs: 1,494 – Follows: 1,486 – Updated: Dec 17, 2014 – Published: Oct 29, 2008 – Status: Complete – id: 4623382

This long ass excerpt is because Edward’s relationship with Charlie cracks me the fuck up. See if you can keep a straight face!

Bella found a note on the kitchen table from Charlie. He was out fishing with a friend over in La Push and would be home in time for dinner. I helped Bella with some laundry and cleaning even though she told me to sit down and relax. Bella had a load of her clothes in the washer down in the basement and we ended up on the couch in a heated lip lock with our limbs intertwined. I heard Charlie’s cruiser pull into the driveway, and we scrambled to straighten our clothing and at least appear that we weren’t doing something we shouldn’t have been doing even though we were. When Charlie walked in through the front door, Bella was sitting ridiculously close to me (with one of her legs thrown over my lap!) for two people who were trying to appear innocent but had knocked their halos off when they were running their hands through each other’s hair in a mad make out frenzy.

Actually, I probably lost my halo down in the basement when I playfully grabbed and rubbed Bella’s ass when she was bending over into the washer. Oopsie.

Charlie looked at us suspiciously and I tried to change positions, but Bella wouldn’t budge. “How you two doin’?” he asked casually.

“We’re good, Charlie,” Bella responded, still slightly out of breath.

“Still a Cullen,” I said seriously and unsarcastically as I could. Damn it, we must have rolled over onto the remote and changed the channel at some point because there was an infomercial on. I moved slightly, and the channel changed again. Shit, my ass just changed the channel! Charlie’s eyes shifted between the television and where we were on the couch.

“What’s wrong with the TV?” he asked and then started up the fucking eyebrow dance.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s going on the fritz,” Bella said, not knowing that my talented ass had managed to change the channel. In order to not raise any more suspicion, I tried not to move, which, of course, made my body nervously twitch on its own more than it ever had. The screen went from the infomercial, MTV, TLC, TBS, Hallmark (ooh, M*A*S*H*!), NBCNews (hey, was that me?), Home Shopping Network to a scrambled channel that sounded like PlayBoy within thirty seconds.

Charlie walked over to the TV and turned it off after a distorted image of a breast appeared. Two seconds after he pressed the button to turn it off, my ass turned it back on. “What the hell!” he exclaimed in confusion. While his back was turned I quickly got up, flipped the couch cushion up, grabbed the remote, and threw it in Bella’s direction as she started laughing hysterically. I fixed the couch cushion and sat back down in a flash before Charlie turned around to see what Bella was laughing about.

“Sorry, Charlie, I must have been sitting on the remote by accident,” she explained through her fits of laughter.

“Oh, okay,” he sighed. “I’m glad we don’t need to get a new TV.”

“No, we don’t need a new TV.” Using the remote, Bella turned the television on and off. “And my big butt didn’t break the remote.”

“Your butt isn’t big!” I said.

Charlie’s head whipped around to me, and his eyebrows did the equivalent of the Samba. “Don’t be looking at her butt!”

“He’s my boyfriend and he can look at my butt all he wants, right Edward?”

“Oh, don’t drag me into this!”

“Don’t be looking at her butt!” Charlie repeated.

“Hell, he can touch my butt!” Bella said with a raised voice. Dear God, was she trying to get me killed?

Charlie pointed an accusing finger at me. “Don’t be touching her butt!”

“I’m not!” I said innocently, even though I had touched Bella’s wonderful, curvaceous backside on numerous occasions.

For some reason, I had raised both of my hands in the air in an odd attempt to prove my innocence. Like that was going to do me any good.

“Oh, yes you have!” Bella said and then clamped her hand over her mouth.

Shit, I was dead! What would my obituary read? I could see it now Anthony Edward Cullen (nee Masen), 17, was killed by her girlfriend’s father after she admitted that he had touched her ass in the presence of her father, the town’s police chief, Charlie Swan. Swan is free on bail after pleading guilty in a temporary insanity plea.

It was easy to see that when Bella got into an argument, she acted before she thought. The timer in the kitchen went off and interrupted our exchange. “What’s that for, Bella?” Charlie asked.

“The dryer should be done,” she explained. “I did a few loads of laundry.”

“Go down to the basement and fold your laundry down there,” Charlie said. “Edward and I need to have a talk.”

Charlie was sending Bella away so she didn’t have to witness my murder. She was scarred enough. My life flashed quickly before my eyes. Fuck, the majority of it was a snooze-fest!

“Oh, I don’t know if that’s such a great idea,” I said nervously. “I’d like to live.”

“Bella, go down to the basement,” Charlie instructed. “Edward—kitchen.”

Bella stomped her foot and headed toward the door near the kitchen that led down to the basement. Charlie turned toward me and nodded in the direction of the kitchen. “It’s been lovely knowing you, Bella!” I said while walking to my doom.

Opening the door to the basement steps, Bella yelled at us. “Charlie, don’t be too much of an ass, please!”

When we reached the threshold of the kitchen, Charlie sat down at the table and instructed me to do the same. “What are you intentions toward my daughter?”

Wait… what? I wasn’t expecting that. “Huh?”

“I am trying to look out for Bella’s best interests, even if she doesn’t appreciate it,” he explained. “I don’t want to see Bella heartbroken by some stupid teenage boy who follows his hormones, talks her into something, and then brags to the entire school about it.”

“We’re not having sex, if that’s what you think.”

“Where did she sleep last night at your house?”

It took me a minute to realize that he meant the Cullen house, which was, um, yeah, by extension, my house. “Do you any guns here in the house?”

“Shot gun in my bedroom upstairs,” he replied quickly.

“Shit.”

“I’ll give you a warning and a two minute head start,” he said with an uneven smile. What a generous offer; however, I was without a car or a cell phone to call for help. I could make a beeline for the trees and hide in the thick woods. It was my only chance for survival.

“Bella slept in my bed, with me.” I cleared my throat. “I told you, we’re not having sex,” I quickly added.

“Fooling around?”

“Depends on your definition of fooling around,” I said and immediately regretted it. “There was kissing, some minor groping, and yes, damn it, my hands have been on Bella’s butt. It’s nice, but for some reason she thinks her butt and her thighs are too big, which is insane.” I was rambling because I was nervous and told Charlie more than he needed to know about our extra-curricular activities. It was easy to imagine him jumping up from the table at any moment and running upstairs to get his shotgun. I needed to change the subject, STAT! “Look, Charlie, Bella told me what happened when she was five.”

If Charlie’s eyebrows were doing the Samba before, they were doing the Mambo now. “She did?”

“She told me about Renee and Phil and that you basically rescued her from that situation. I think it’s real big of you to have raised a daughter that isn’t biologically yours because you cared enough to want her to be in a safe environment.

When she told me what happened, I wanted to knock their lights out. I know she’s Bella’s mother, but what the hell kind of woman is Renee that she didn’t believe her?” Charlie’s expression had softened during my speech. I took that as a good sign. A very good sign.

“She’s not who I thought I fell in love with all those years ago.”

“Ain’t that a bitch.”

“Certainly is, Edward.” Charlie smirked. “I don’t want to see Bella hurt.”

“I get that, really I do. We had a talk and I told her that if I did something that made her feel uncomfortable that she needed to tell me. She shouldn’t keep it bottled up and hide it from me.”

“That’s admirable of you.”

“She shouldn’t have to deal with it on her own.”

Charlie gazed out the window for a few seconds before turning his attention back to me. “How many girlfriends have you had before Bella?”

“None,” I said honestly. “We were never in one place long enough for me to make friends.”

“So, why Bella?”

“Actually, she pursued me at first and I tried to, um, decline her advances,” I said. “I got to know her as a friend. Bella’s a great girl, she’s smart and beautiful. I like that I can actually have an intelligent conversation with her. She’s not an empty headed girl.” Skepticism was written all over his face. “I’m not one of those guys that are out to hurt a girl on purpose, and I don’t want to hurt Bella. And whatever we might or might not end up doing… you know, in that sense, will be because she wants to and not because I pushed her into something, ya know?”

“You’re too damn honest for your own good,” Charlie said, shaking his head.

I was unsure if he actually liked or disliked my honesty. “Um, thank you?”

“I want Bella to be happy, even if a sarcastic, smart mouthed boy is the one that does it for her.”

“Aw, shucks, Charlie.” I smiled at him. “Now can we be best buds?”

“Don’t press it, kid,” he said. “Remember, I own a shot, gun that’s right upstairs, and I’m older and can easily forget that I gave you a two minute warning.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t do that to Bella! You wouldn’t do that to your best bud!”

Cue the eyebrow dance of the Salsa. “So now you’re suddenly a wheelchair-bound Native American?”

“Say what?”

“Billy is my best friend,” Charlie explained. “You… you are someone I have to put up with because of Bella.”

“I’ll make you love me, but not in the biblical sense.”

“That’s good, because I prefer the female persuasion,” he said.

“Speaking of females, you’re way too uptight, Charlie! What’s going on with you and Sue? Maybe you need to get horizontal between the sheets, ease up on some of that tension from work and stuff.”

“Bella!” He yelled toward the stairs. Maybe I had been too much of a smart ass with Charlie. “Get up here before I do kill him!”

I heard Bella running up the stairs and into the kitchen. “Oh, thank God, there’s no blood.”

“Not even a scratch,” I smiled happily.

“Say goodnight, Edward.” Charlie said. “I think it’s time for you to go home now.”

 

Until next time…whenever that might be!

Happy Wednesday, y’all!

 

Rita

ROB ATTACK

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Rita’s Random Fic Recs!

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!

Wet Rob Avi

UPDATED!

Evenin’, ladies!

Before I get down to my feature fic for today, I’m excited to share some super news!

If you’ve been with me for a while, you’ll know Michaelmas54 is one of my favorite authors and, hopefully, you’ve already read CSI Seattle WA ’cause she’s gonna start postin’ the sequel startin’ tomorrow, May 2nd…*squeeee!*

Rob Attack

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11222352/1/

CSI Seattle sequel. Bella & Alice have started their own detective agency while Edward runs Masen Research. Their plan to live a quiet life collapses when the agency digs too deep into a case, Alice’s past catches up with her & Edward’s quest to find the mole in the lab means he suspects everyone. Murder, Revenge, Loyalty and Love, this story has it all. I hope you enjoy the ride x

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Mystery – Words: 4,042 – Published: 1m ago – id: 11222352

Joan informs me it is essentially complete at 33 chapters, except for the epilogue, and updates are Saturdays and Wednesdays until it’s finished. This means there’s no excuse for you WIP Wussies not to join in the fun LMAO!

Here’s the link to CSI Seattle WA for those of you who need to catch up! As a reminder of what the story is all about for the rest of us, see the summary she posted today as chapter 31 {spoilers}!

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9605564/1/CSI-Seattle-WA

A chance discovery in the forest near Forks starts a series of events that could prove cataclysmic for everyone, not just for the people involved. A story of love and passion, murder and mystery and rated M mainly for the passionate (lemony) bits. A Twilight story that will hopefully keep you on the edge of your sofa! Recommended on Rob Attack, TLS & ADF. Complete.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Drama/Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 31 – Words: 109,917 – Reviews: 1,242 – Favs: 450 – Follows: 394 – Updated: 5h ago – Published: Aug 17, 2013 – Status: Complete – id: 9605564

ps:  There be vamps!!!

~oOo~

Confession time on today’s feature fic…I haven’t finished readin’ it LOL! See, here’s what happened:  One day, I came across this manip…

Rob Attack

and just KNEW there had to be a fic associated with it somewhere! Oh, gawd…if there wasn’t, I’d kill for someone…anyone, to fic it LOL!

Well, it took a while but I found another one…both made by Lindz of RobmaniPorn, as it turns out!!

Rob Attack

It was when I accidently stumbled onto this banner and spied the snake tatt in the waves that I realized I’d found the Holy Grail!!!

Rob Attack

{banner by NoelleSeven}

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6233308/1/Truths-Lies-and-Alibis

FBI psychologist Bella Swan is being stalked by one of criminals she helped put behind bars. Forced to leave her home and lay low for a while, she meets the most gorgeous man she has ever seen. Is he who he says he is, or is he working for the stalker?

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Suspense – Edward, Bella – Chapters: 32 – Words: 291,022 – Reviews: 1,305 – Favs: 1,333 – Follows: 683 – Updated: May 4, 2011 – Published: Aug 13, 2010 – Status: Complete – id: 6233308

So far, I’d have to say I’m intrigued…

It had been almost two weeks since my first date with Edward. I had spent most all of my free time with him. We had been on several dates, but had also spent a great deal of our time hanging out on the beach, swimming in the ocean and just being together. However, out of all the things we had done, I would have to admit that my favorite thing to do with Edward was kiss. His lips were so soft and warm, molding perfectly with mine every time he kissed me. There were times when I felt like I could never get enough of him kissing me and it didn’t take long for me to realize the more time we spent together, the harder I found myself falling for him.

On our first day together after that first date, we went swimming and I got quite the surprise when Edward pulled his shirt off. As his arms rose in the air and the shirt went with them I was offered a view of one of the sexiest things I had ever seen. Not only was I afforded the sight of his bare chest, but Edward had a tattoo. This was not your everyday ordinary tattoo. Etched onto his skin was the image of a king cobra snake coiled and ready to strike. It was probably close to a foot long and maybe half that in width. The tattoo ran along the expanse of his sturdy ribcage. The body of the snake was black, but the head of the snake boasted piercing green eyes that reminded me so much of Edward’s. As his abs moved, rising and falling with each inhale and exhale of air, it almost appeared as if the snake was moving, causing its eyes to give me the sensation as if it were watching me, peering right into the very depths of my soul. I was ompletely mesmerized and had to fight the urge to reach out and run my fingers along the intricate design.

I shivered and it brought his attention to the fact I’d been staring at him. He then asked if it bothered me. I told him no and asked why he had gotten it. He had explained that when he was in the army, once he had been assigned to his Special Forces team all the guys went out and got tattoos of their unit’s call name when they completed their training. It was a tradition and an extreme bonding ritual amongst the team members and his team’s name was obviously the Cobras.

Since that day we had gone swimming many times and it affected me the same each time I watched him remove his shirt. I think he knew it too.

The writin’ is not without its flaws but we’ve all overlooked such trivialities for a rivitin’ plot, right?

I’m excited to see where this goes so I’m off to finish a few more chapters before I have to give up for the night!

What fics have you all excited???

Happy Friday, y’all!

Rita

Night Raider

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Random Rita ~ Friday Feature Fics!

Wet Rob Avi

Evenin’ ladies!

Way back on February 21st {OMG! It’s nearly November already *gasp!*}, I introduced you all to The Counsellor by Michaelmas54.

Well, today, it’s my very great pleasure to show you what else Joan has in store for you!

And, for all you WIP Weenies out there, both are COMPLETE!

Rob Attack

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9605564/1/CSI-Seattle-WA

A chance discovery in the forest near Forks starts a series of events that could prove cataclysmic for everyone, not just for the people involved. A story of love and passion, murder and mystery and rated M mainly for the passionate (lemony) bits. A Twilight story that will hopefully keep you on the edge of your sofa! Recommended on Rob Attack, TLS & ADF. Complete.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Drama/Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 30 – Words: 108,073 – Reviews: 1,177 – Favs: 399 – Follows: 374 – Updated: Oct 19, 2013 – Published: Aug 17, 2013 – Status: Complete – id: 9605564

“Emergency – which service do you require?”

“Police”

“What is the emergency Sir?”

“My wife and I have found an arm”

“A human arm?”

“I think so”

“What do you mean – either it’s human or it’s not”

“It looks human, but it’s not bleeding, I mean there’s no blood on it”

Of course, you and I know it’s not a human arm but no one in this fic does! What happens when Bella Swan, forensic detective involved in the hunt for an elusive serial killer, gets her hands on it? Shocked at its “otherness,” who can she trust? Where can she go for answers? Enter Edward Masen, a boy whose kiss ten years earlier ruined her for all other men!

“You called off your wedding because of a boy who kissed you at your Senior Prom when you were eighteen” Angela cried incredulously. “For God’s sake Bella, you were only with him for one night. Did you sleep with him?”

“No Angela, we just made out when he took me home and it was incredible.
No-one has ever come close to making me feel how I felt that night.”

“That was almost ten years ago, and you’re still pining for your first love…

They meet up again when he shows up and volunteers to extract a DNA fingerprint and perform a Bio-Geographical Ancestry Test on the arm.

He pulled the piece of skin out of the jar with a pair of tweezers and placed it on a slide of glass ready to go under the microscope, however it was obviously too big, so he asked Rosalie for a scalpel. As he leaned over the bench to get the scalpel he saw the piece of skin slide off the glass. “Damn it” he said, thinking that he had caught it with his coat.

He made a few adjustments to the screws and looked again. If Rosalie had been watching him she would have seen his eyes widen for a second and then he sprung back away from the bench, knocking his stool over with a crash.

Two words: Midnight Marathons! Seriously, there are so many excitin’ layers to this story and, once you start readin’ CSI Seattle WA, you won’t be able to stop!

Rob Attack

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10417349/1/Dreams-and-Fantasies

Having to experience other people’s dreams and fantasies about himself is not all its cracked up to be as Edward soon realizes, but will it change his personality for the better? A Bella and Edward actor story with a good dose of humor, a helping of angst, plenty of drama and a lot of love, with some Shakespeare thrown in for good measure. Rec’d by FicSisters TLS & ADF. Complete.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Drama/Romance – Alice, Bella, Edward, Jasper – Chapters: 24 – Words: 114,032 – Reviews: 990 – Favs: 344 – Follows: 470 – Updated: Sep 13 – Published: Jun 6 – Status: Complete – id: 10417349

Oh, boy! The Edward we first meet in Dreams and Fantasies isn’t at all the Edward we expect!

Jasper took a sip of orange juice and thought back to the day when Edward signed up with his agency almost twelve years previously. His pushy and very wealthy parents were eager for him to break into the lucrative teen-flick market when he turned sixteen.

He put Edward’s moodiness and arrogance that day down to normal teenage hormones, but unfortunately Edward’s attitude hadn’t changed as he grew into adulthood.

His amazing success had only fueled Edward’s self-belief he was the best thing to happen to the movie industry since Rudolph Valentino. Unfortunately for Jasper, this was actually quite near to the truth. He had to live with the consequences of having a client who was probably the most talented, hard-working and best looking actor of his generation, with the added trauma that he was a big-headed tyrant who thought he was God’s gift to womankind.

Well, Bella certainly doesn’t think he’s God’s gift!

Can I help you?” she asked as she laid the book on her lap.

“I invited you to come and sit with me – why didn’t you come?”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did.”

“No, you sent your lackey to ask me. If you’d have taken the trouble to invite me yourself, I might have considered it, but you didn’t have the manners to ask. So why should I want to spend time with an impolite, gutless individual, who doesn’t have the balls to approach me himself? Now please leave me alone, you’re disturbing me.”

Edward’s mouth dropped open as she spoke. He stared angrily at her as she picked up her book and carried on reading as if he wasn’t there.

Edward bent over her and hissed in her ear. “You don’t really want to do that; do you, Is-a-bell-a?”

“That’s it you fuckwit; I’m calling the steward.”

Edward held his hands up in surrender and backed away from Isabella, who by now was out of her seat and seething with anger. He turned around and was walking quickly back to his own seat when he heard Isabella shout out above the heads of the other passengers.

Is there any hope for Edward and Bella? Well, yes; with a little help from Alice!

“Look, Alice, you’re a nice person, but nobody gets in my head. No-one can control my mind. Dreams are just dreams, and fantasies are a bit of fun to while away the time when you’re on a twelve-hour flight. Witchcraft is also bullshit, in my opinion!”

Alice still had hold of Edward’s hand, so she turned it over and examined his palm, running her fingertips over his open hand. She fixed her gaze on his eyes whilst rubbing her thumb inside his hand, and he stared back at her without speaking. She smiled warmly up at him, and uttered some words under her breath, then leaned over and whispered a few words in his ear. Edward smiled back at her and relaxed. She finally let go of his hand and replaced it on the sofa.

And from that night on, Edward suffers incredibly realistic, uncontrollable nightmares and even daydreams that bring him to his knees!

It’s certainly fun watchin’ him squirm while he learns how to grow the fuck up!

You’ll love these fics as much as I do…enjoy!

Happy Friday, y’all!

Rita

Night Raider

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Random Rita ~ When Edward Can’t Stand the Heat!

Wet Rob Avi

Good afternoon, ladies!

Haven’t done near enough readin’ this week, what with the downright deluge of new RobPorn comin’ in from LIFE distractin’ me…like that’s a bad thing LMAO!

I mean, seriously…have you SEEN our man this week???

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OMFG! *Fannin’ frantically!*

But I DO have a great rec for you this week!

The Counsellor by Michaelmas54

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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9370544/1/The-Counsellor

Edward is a successful Hollywood actor but is on the verge of a breakdown. His personal and professional life have been controlled by people who think of him as a commodity but when he loses the girl he loves because of this he walks away from his responsibilities but finds help from a strange woman who listens to his story.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Drama – Bella, Edward, James, Tanya – Chapters: 35 – Words: 90,599 – Reviews: 608 – Favs: 416 – Follows: 195 – Updated: Nov 18, 2013 – Published: Jun 8, 2013 – Status: Complete – id: 9370544x

Without givin’ anything away, nothin’ is as it seems and the characters you think you know…you don’t! This is a great read that will take you on an emotional rollercoaster ride! Did my head, for damn sure!

So, did y’all get any readin’ done, or has Rob had your head in a spin so bad you can’t focus on actual words? *gigglesnort!*

Rob Attack

Oh, fuck me sideways…where’s PullMyDaisy Too? We have THIGHPORN!!!!!

{I rest my case!}

Happy Friday, y’all!

Rita

Night Raider

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