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Random Rita ~ New Kid on the Block!

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Evenin’, ladies…the wee hours, that is!

Hit by inspiration in the middle of the night but I doubt any of you will complain LOL!

So, there’s this new kid on the block who impresses me more each time she creates a new story, especially as English is not her first language!

Anyway, I’m hopin’ she’ll be around for a good long time to bring us more like two of her most recent gems!ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/13426755/1/The-Butterfly-The-Hawk

She was my butterfly, twirling in the night, where she didn’t belong. I was under her spell, I craved to see her. I ached to meet her. E&B OOC AH

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Drama – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 62 – Words: 59,423 – Reviews: 2,481 – Favs: 425 – Follows: 699 – Updated: May 18 – Published: Nov 6, 2019 – Status: Complete – id: 13426755

This introduction still gives me shivers!

I watched her.

Like a hawk.

Tonight might be my night, the night I had been waiting for. She exits the club, alone. Her friend, the blonde left about twenty minutes ago.

I guess she got off early, or maybe she needed more time.

Her bag is slung over one shoulder, the zipper not done up all the way. She looked over her shoulder, waving and smiling at someone who was still inside. 

Her endlessly long legs carried her over to the bus stop. I knew she was waiting for the first bus. The one from 5.15 a. m.

My breaths exited the car in clouds, heating the outside air.

She must be freezing.

Thirty seconds passed. She was perched on the bench at the bus stop, hands between her thighs, searching for warmth.

I could warm them for her, I was sure of that.

I eyed the digital clock on my dashboard. I had five more minutes.

Then she’d be gone.

I’d have to wait another twenty-four hours.

My patience was running out, as was my self-control.

I watched her.

Brown hair, swaying in the cold wind, specks of glitter capturing my attention.

She hadn’t showered yet.

Her usual routine.

I bet she just wanted to get home, take off the layers of clothing she’d just put on. She’d probably enjoy a nice, hot shower.

How would she smell after a shower?

What was her own, signature smell?

It had to be different from the scent she wore around the club. That one was heavy, dark and seductive.

I took one last drag of my cigarette before I tossed it out the window and rolled it back up. The heat was blasting inside, casting waves of heat upon my face and steering wheel.

I had three more minutes. Now was the time.

My fingers fumbled, turning on the headlights.

Her head snapped up, noticing the car in the empty parking lot.

She tensed up and looked to her left, anticipating the arrival of the bus.

That bus was more dangerous than I was, I’d seen them stare at her. People sharing that first bus with her were drunks or factory workers on their way to the early shift.

She didn’t belong.

My butterfly didn’t belong on that bus, with the harsh fluorescent lighting.

My foot pressed down on the gas pedal, setting the car in motion.

Her way.

I drove up to the bench, she looked startled. Like a deer in the headlights.

As I rolled the window down, the feeling of cold air coming through via the passenger’s seat shot shivers down my spine.

“Good evening,” I purred at her. “Need a lift?”

*Shudder!* So, do you think he’s the Bad Guy or the Good Guy???

~oOo~ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/13597069/1/Love-bites

Bella’s vampire fantasy is put to the test when she meets a real one at her favorite club on gore night. The red gaze of the mysterious newcomer, Edward Masen, instantly pulls her to him. He seems strange but handsome, and ticks all her boxes. When he unveils his secret, will she embrace her new fate or will it be more than she bargained for?

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Fantasy – Chapters: 5 – Words: 6,415 – Reviews: 140 – Favs: 114 – Follows: 245 – Updated: 11h ago – Published: May 26 – id: 13597069

I loved Eclipse, absolutely adored it. It was the biker/heavy metal enthusiast bar owned by two of my best friends: Rosalie and Emmett. The two of them met at a festival. Rose was there with me, and Kate and Emmett were there with his fellow Crazy Dudes, his biker friend group. It was love at first sight with my gothic Barbie and the burly biker. They opened the bar a few months after they got married, and they had the most amazing shows on the weekends.

“Hey, doll.”

Turning my head, I smiled at the greeting. “Rose, how ya been?”

“Better now that I get to see your face again. How long has it been, like three weeks?”

“That’s about right, yeah.” I nodded, and before I could even order something, she placed a cranberry vodka in front of me.

“It’s gore night, princess. I thought you were the master of special FX?”

I noticed she’d used some Party City silicone prosthetics on her chest and neck, imitating some kind of overly hot zombie.

My eyes widened. I totally forgot. “Oh fuck! I didn’t check the group chat. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t panic. Here.” She placed the jar of my favorite thing ever on the bartop, making me grin widely.

Ben Nye scab blood.

“Looks like you already got the teeth figured out, now go in the back and eat your little vampire heart out.” Rosalie giggled as she motioned for me to get behind the bar.

“You know me, always ready and in character.” I winked and disappeared with the jar.

***

Looking for a knife in Rosalie’s cutlery drawer, I broke the seal of the packaging and dug in. I strategically placed something that looked like bite marks along my neck and made the blood drizzle down my cleavage. The rest I put around the corners of my mouth for extra drama. The black smoky eyes and red lips only emphasized the look I was going for, and I was ready for a party.

“Oh, baby, that’s not gore but pure sex.”

My head shot up, and I met the most unusual eyes I’d ever seen. I had to give it to the guy; those were the most realistic contacts I’d ever seen, and they were blood red.

I did a double-take on mister Tall, Dark, and Ridiculously Handsome. He looked absolutely out of this world. His hair was an unusual shade in between ginger, blonde, and auburn, and he towered over me by at least two heads. The mystery man was dressed in dark jeans and a black dress shirt with the first three buttons undone. His skin looked luminous, pale, and the exposed muscles looked perfectly toned.

“I’m sorry?” I asked him. Sure, he was blunt, but would he be persistent?

“I said, that’s not gore but pure sex.” A little smile tugged at his full, rosy lips, and for a second I thought he might be wearing makeup.

“Who put you up as the head of the judges’ table?” I chuckled. Something about this guy made me feel all giddy and weird, as though I was being drawn to him for some odd reason.

“I’m Edward. Edward Masen.” He stretched his hand out to me, and I eyed it. Was this guy serious? Handshaking?

What year was it, 1800?

When I shook his hand, the coolness of his skin surprised me since Rose made a big deal out of making sure the bar was always toasty warm. Maybe he rode out here on his bike without gloves? Or maybe he was just one of those people who had freakishly cold hands?

“Bella,” I introduced myself.

“Yes, you absolutely are.”

I almost snorted at the cheesiness of his remark but opted for rolling my eyes.

This is Margeaux’s first foray into a vamp fic and I’m already impatient for the next update!

There are three clever one shots and two more multi-chapter stories on her profile so check them out and leave her some love and encouragement!

Happy Wednesday, y’all!

Rita

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Random Rita ~ Double Trouble!

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Evenin’, ladies!

Yes, I’m alive and well…the ‘Rona didn’t get me! However, I did welcome another birthday! *Happy 73 to me!* Such an accumulation of years means my get up and go seems to have got up and went AWOL, at least for awhile LOL!

Lucky for us all, fics like today’s recs keep my mind sharp and active! My first two choices come from lethal combinations of some brilliant authors who have teamed up to literally blow our minds!

See if you don’t agree…

ROB ATTACKAuthor Team: Belladonnacullen & FictionFreak95 (banner by Lizzie Paige)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13477242/1/Body-of-Christ

She was clearly in pain. She clearly needed help. How could I deny her? How could I ignore the distress of a child of God? I couldn’t. And that was my downfall. Some drama, some laughs, plenty of UST. BxE AH AU of the spiritual kind

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Drama – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 39 – Words: 135,263 – Reviews: 3,016 – Favs: 618 – Follows: 1,100 – Updated: Jun 12 – Published: Jan 13 – id: 13477242

Father Cullen

Head bowed. Reverent. Eyes closed. Hands folded.

Hoping. Praying.

Begging.

For her to stay away.

For her to come.

For these sinful thoughts to fade like clouds in the height of summer.

Father.” I’m urged to get up. To get going. To lead my congregation.

My eyes glance around and stop… just there… front row, right side, five in.

My breathing ceases altogether as I take in the sight of her.

Jeans, t-shirt. Leather jacket.

Legs crossed. Hands by her sides. Eyes on me, lit with fire.

There is no friendly smile on her lips. No word of God in her hands. No shame in her reasons for being here.

And she is magnetic.

That look on her face. A simple dare in her silent rebellious expression.

I’ve forgotten my sermon all together.

I’ve forgotten my vows.

Promises made to men much holier than I. Promises to God.

I can’t even remember what those promises were now.

I can only remember her.

Eyes, Lips, jaw, neck.

A whisper. A secret. Just between us. And God.

I let my eyes close for a moment.

Breasts.

Legs.

Heat.

I blink them open again.

Fire.

I’m pulled away from dark thoughts with a cough from the crowd. I tug at the collar around my neck, symbolizing my conviction, my position. My failures. It used to comfort me. Now it’s suffocating.

And I see the looks on everyone’s faces. Waiting, wondering, suspecting.

Fuck.

Hooked already? Why am I not surprised LMAO!

~oOo~

ROB ATTACKAuthor Team: BitterHarpy & ladylibre (banner by MarieCarro)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13515234/1/Scars-To-Your-Beautiful

We all live with scars: some we choose; some were chosen for us. We can let our scars define us or we can let them make us stronger. And at Olympic Med, a place where their job is to save lives, two broken people come to find their salvation in each other, scars and all. *An A/H Twistory loosely based on Grey’s Anatomy.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Drama/Humor – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 19 – Words: 52,789 – Reviews: 1,135 – Favs: 352 – Follows: 728 – Updated: Jun 10 – Published: Mar 4 – id: 13515234

Dr. Edward Cullen, hot shot neurosurgery attending at Olympic Med for over a year, still hadn’t bothered to learn anyone’s names or positions. He pissed off the nurses, badmouthed the residents, and tortured the interns. He was known around the hospital as “McBitchy,” a catchy name coined by surgical intern Rosalie Hale. Dr. Cullen needs an intern for the day. Who he gets is Dr. Isabella Swan and the fun begins…

***

(Bella and Rose are roommates)

Rose threw open the door and found a startled Edward Cullen with his fist raised and ready to knock on the door. Her mouth dropped open as she blinked at him, then her expression hardened. “Hell-to-the-fuck-ass no!” she cried.

“What kind of—”

Rose slammed the door before Edward could finish his sentence, turning her furious attention to Bella. “Did that concussion completely destroy your brain?”

“Rose, I can expla—”

“Edward Cullen? Edward fucking Cullen? What the hell are you thinking going on a date with that sorry excuse for a human being?”

“I’m…” Bella paused as Edward knocked on the door.

“Let me just get that…”

Bella opened the door, and an annoyed Edward said, “This door isn’t but so thin.”

“Oh, no.” Rose stepped between Bella and Edward. “Did I hurt your feelings? Sucks when the shoe is on the other foot, huh?”

Edward raised an eyebrow. “And you are?”

“Not someone you want to fuck with,” she hissed. “You’re on my time, on my porch…”

“But I am not here for you. I am here for Bella. So if it’s all the same to you…”

He reached for Bella’s hand, but Rose shoved it away.

“Over my dead body.”

“Rose,” Bella said. “I know you’re trying to protect me, but there’s really no need. Because this… this isn’t what it looks like.”

Rose snorted. “Famous last words.”

“Look, Mouth Almighty,” Edward said. “I’m not going to jackhammer her chastity belt or ask her to pose nude on my piano. I’m just taking her to dinner so my mother will quit trying to fix me up with every bubble-headed female this side of the Mississippi River.” He looked at his watch for emphasis. “And you’re making me late.”

Rose turned around to look at Bella. “Is that true?”

“There’s a little more to it than that,” Bella said. “But yeah, that’s the gist.”

“Is he blackmailing you?”

“No.”

“Manipulating you?”

“If anything, I’m manipulating him.”

“Really?” Rose perked up at Edward’s groan. “Then go with my blessing!”

Bella headed out the door with a smile. “Thank you.”

“Yes, thank you, Mother Inferior,” Edward said.

“Be nice,” Bella told him as they descended her front stairs. “She was five seconds from kicking your ass.”

“Three,” Rose said from the doorway. “And I’ve got a black belt in nut-punching.”

“What a charmer,” Edward muttered as he walked Bella toward his car. “Does she treat all your visitors like this?”

“We don’t get many…” Bella balked as Edward held open the passenger door for her. “What are you doing?”

“I’m being a gentleman. What does it look like?” As she stared at him in shock, he stormed around to the driver side. “Just get in. Blonde Am-Bitchin’ is still glaring at me, and I don’t want her throwing shit at my car.”

“Is everything all right?” Rose called out. “I have mace!”

“It’s okay, Rose!” Bella waved back. “I’ll see you when I get home!”

Edward slammed his door, and Bella got in, closing her door with more appropriate force. Edward pulled off as soon as Bella fastened her seatbelt, his face pinched in a scowl.

Bella watched her familiar surroundings disappear and thought, “This is going to be the longest night of my life.”

Me, I’m in it for the epic snarkfest LMAO!

~oOo~

My first COMPLETE fic rec comes from a new author, Krida86! Yes, Edward and Bella are wolf shifters but Bella is also an earth witch. Wolves and witches don’t mix…or do they?

ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/13403710/1/My-Stubborn-Mate

Wolf-Shifter and Earth Witch, Bella Swan,moves with her father to Forks, Washington to join the “Midnight Sun” Wolf Pack and is constantly left in the dark.Will she ever find her place when so many are against her?What will the strong connection she feels to the pack’s Beta, Edward, evolve into? Book 1 completed of a series of probably 3. Book 2:My Headstrong Beta coming soon!

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Supernatural – Chapters: 22 – Words: 107,674 – Reviews: 852 – Favs: 540 – Follows: 663 – Updated: Jan 16 – Published: Oct 6, 2019 – Status: Complete – id: 13403710

“When you arrived, I could feel you behind me, and it was as if all rationality just evaporated,” I continue, trying to explain.

He looks thoughtful, drawing his lips tightly into his mouth for a moment before responding.

“When I saw you, all I could think of was that I needed to touch you. Everything else just disappeared as well.”

I look down, suddenly too embarrassed to meet his eye. “Have you ever heard of something like this happening before?” I question, my cheeks burning as memories of what we’ve just shared starts flashing in my mind.

Edward grows quiet. I shoot him a quick glance and see that his gaze is narrowed and focused on something ahead of him as he thinks. His jaw tightens slightly. I know he’s remembered something.

“There are a few cases where the connection between two wolves that are meant to imprint begins to evolve even before the actual imprint itself. It isn’t common, but there have been cases of sudden possessiveness, strong physical attraction, sex…” his voice fades.

I look down again, remembering how Leah had implied the same thing. Could Edward be my mate? How exactly did I feel about that? I’d been very negative to it earlier, but now… Something had changed. My wolf, who had stayed dormant for the entire exchange between us, wags her tail in excitement at the thought of imprinting with Edward. I think back to how affectionate and protective he’s been over the past few days. He’s been my protector, my rock, through some pretty difficult times. I realize that I’ve begun to develop quite strong feelings for him.  My train of thought comes to a stop when he begins to brush his jeans almost violently.

“That can’t be the case between us, though.”

I turn my head towards him, a little shocked by how harsh his voice is and how certain he sounds. He stands up, keeping his head tall as the mask of indifference falls into place as he begins to walk away. I stand up as well, my legs slightly unsteady.

“May I ask how you can say that with such conviction?” I ask carefully, a hint of hurt behind my words.

He looks away, a flash of annoyance, or is it anger, crossing his features. I jump back when I see how his eyes blaze in deep resentment and rage when he finally turns my way.

“Because, Isabella, I am the goddamned Beta of one of the most powerful packs in the US, and you are nothing but a weak halfling and an untrained witch. Why on earth would the universe put us together?”

He takes a step closer, his finger pointing accusingly my way. I step back as if he’s slapped me.

“No, this is all you! You are just like your mother. She weaseled her way into our pack and stole one of our strongest wolves.” His voice is harsh and accusing.

What on earth is he implying?

“You put some crazy hex on me, but I am on to you, little witch. You better watch your back, because I will not be manipulated. I will not fall for a conniving witch the way Charlie did. You stay away from me!”

The sweet and tender Edward that I’ve just begun to get to know these past few days is gone, and in his place there is a cold, suspicious and angry man that regards me with hatred in his eyes. Things have changed so quickly. The loving man who, only minutes ago, brought so much pleasure with his touch, is nowhere in sight. The intimate experience we’ve shared suddenly brings nothing but shame and confusion.

~oOo~

Oooh, and guess what? She’s already well into the sequel!
ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/13490014/1/My-Headstrong-Beta

Edward and Bella are coming to terms with their surprising imprint, but there is a lot to be resolved. Will their new relationship manage to weather the storm as both new and old challenges are thrown their way? Book 2 of Mate Series. Read Book 1: My Stubborn Mate before reading this book.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Supernatural – Chapters: 21 – Words: 103,589 – Reviews: 815 – Favs: 356 – Follows: 536 – Updated: Jun 13 – Published: Jan 31 – id: 13490014

The sensations flowing through me are so strong and heightened that they don’t even feel like my own. His hips don’t let up on their movement almost as if he is just as lost in this moment as I am. We are both caught up in a tornado of lust, where the only thing that matters are the desires of the flesh. I can feel the tension building within me and, as odd as it may sound, I can feel it building within him as well.

Before I can even react, there is a strange and almost alien shiver of awareness that runs down my spine and it is the only premonition I have before Edward’s long frame is almost brutally ripped away from mine. He lands heavily on the bed beside me and we both lay there for a moment trying to calm our gasping breaths and cool our overheated bodies.

My eyes quickly search out his, but they are otherwise occupied, fixed on the dark brown wooden beams on the ceiling above us. I know I should probably try to figure out where the hell we are, but at this precise moment, the only thing I care about is him and I need him to look at me and explain to me why he pulled away. I hate how quickly insecurity rises within me, but when he doesn’t meet my gaze at once, leaving me only with his strong profile, it doesn’t take long for that familiar sense of unease to take hold. As soon as it does, however, Edward quickly turns his head towards me, his brow furrowed as if there is something he doesn’t approve of.

“Don’t,” he commands in a deep voice, almost as if he can hear what I am thinking. He quickly moves closer, tilting his tall frame in my direction.

His eyes are a vibrant green that quite literally takes my breath away and the determination blazing in them now makes my heart skip a beat. I jump a little when his hand moves from his side to cup my cheek, but the heat of his palm against my cheek coaxes out a sense of calm within me. The insecurity within me doesn’t disappear, but it fades substantially.

My body rolls to my side to mirror his position and we are now lying face to face. His thumb begins to lightly stroke my cheek and my eyes close at the incredible sweetness of his touch. When they open, I am shocked by the intensity swirling in his green pools. He is studying me so intently that I struggle for a moment to keep my eyes on his. I can’t read his expression and that scares me a little. I am reminded that there is so much about him that I don’t know and yet through the imprint we are now connected in a way that brings most regular long term relationships to shame.

They’ve definitely imprinted but that doesn’t mean there aren’t still important issues left to be resolved!

~oOo~

Last COMPLETE rec for now is a fabulous Mobward from HeartforTwilight and, if you’ve read her Bound Series, you’ll know that means binge readin’ into the wee hours of the night LOL!

ROB ATTACKhttps://www.starslibrary.net/viewstory.php?sid=12178

Categories: Twilight, Genre: Suspense/Thriller. Language: English
Chapters: 24 , Completed: No (yes, just not marked complete), Published: 05 Jan 2019, Updated: 27 May 2020

I.M. Swan, a best-selling author, is on top of the literary world. After coming off her book tour for her latest book, she has begun her research for the next, a book on the Chicago Mafia. Stumbling upon an obscure journal in an Italian bookstore, she finds herself in grave danger from simply having it in her possession.

Aro Volturi planned and executed the complete destruction of the Cullen family. Wiping away any trace of them from the face of the earth, or he thought so.

Edward Cullen was smuggled away from the devastation with the aid of his faithful nanny, who kept him safe until it was time for him to take revenge for his family’s death. Training and building a new, stronger family to take back what is rightfully his and executing the man who took his family from him.

While following one of Aro’s hitmen, Edward witnesses an attack on a young woman in an alley. Coming to her aid, he is mesmerized by her beauty and, once he gets to really know her, he is in awe of her intellect.

Together they are unstoppable…vengeance will be theirs!

For those of you who don’t read on STARS, she also has a WordPress blog with wonderful visuals of this story along with all the other stories she’s written:

ROB ATTACKhttps://heartfortwilight.com/2019/01/05/words-to-die-by-chapter-one/

Thank you, Clo darlin’, for hastenin’ my return to RA!

Happy Sunday, y’all!

(Well, it was Sunday when I started this thing LOL!)

Rita

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Random Rita ~ Wednesday Whirlwind of WIPs!

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Evenin’, ladies!

To say I’ve been caught up in a whirlwind of new WIPs is an understatement!

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The choices were enough to drive me crazy but you know I can’t resist sharin’ so here are some of my favorites!

ROB ATTACK(banner by Belizabetty Masen)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13350779/1/Diamond-in-the-Rough

In high school, Edward was the bad boy Bella pined for, but he never noticed her. While she was away at college, he was behind bars. Their paths cross again when she arrives home and he sees how she’s changed. Can she handle the truth about him—that he’s after the blood of the man who killed his father—and will she stay by his side with danger around every corner?

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Crime – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 9 – Words: 13,100 – Reviews: 517 – Favs: 332 – Follows: 635 – Updated: Sep 24 – Published: Jul 30 – id: 13350779

As far as physical attraction went, Edward was the flame and I was the moth drawn to him. He had a filthy mouth and I knew he loved to watch me react when he spoke. But I never felt threatened by him. Not like I had by that asshole in the parking lot earlier.

“Are you done with them, those guys that you were with earlier?” 

“Is it going to stand between us if I’m not?” 

“Yeah, it just might.” 

He leaned his head back against my couch, staring up at the ceiling. “I’m as done with them as I can be, baby.” 

“I’m not your baby, and what does that even mean?” 

He lifted his head to stare at me. “Ah, so it’s okay to call you mami, but baby is crossing a line?” 

I’d never hated how I was prone to blushing as much as I did right then. It was as good of a tell as any. 

A grin spread across his lips. “You like it, yeah? You gonna call me papi while you’re laid up under me with my cock in that chocha?” 

My eyes widened and I gasped loudly. My fingers twitched, ready to slap him. 

“Do it, mami,” he taunted. “I like it when you’re rough with me,” he growled in my ear. 

I felt the sting on my palm before it even registered that I’d actually slapped him. He groaned. 

“Holy shit, Edward, I—” 

“Don’t even think about apologizing.” He rubbed his jaw where I’d slapped him. “I pushed you. I deserved it; fuck, I asked you to. I wanted you to do it. I can’t control my tongue around you. I’m sorry.” 

“I like the way you talk to me,” I whispered, feeling my face flush further. I liked his dirty mouth, and I liked our heated back and forth. 

He pulled me onto his lap so I straddled him. I could feel every hard inch of him and had to hold back a moan. 

“You gonna be my girl, then?” 

“We hardly know each other. Plus, you still didn’t answer my question. Are you done with those guys?” I looked straight into his eyes as I waited for his answer. 

“Look, I’ve got no plans to hang out with them on a daily basis, but I’m not done with them. Or, should I say, they’re not done with me.” 

“What do you mean?” 

For a quick moment, I would have sworn I saw worry flash in his eyes. “Royce King is looking for me.”

FYI, Edward’s mother is Columbian while his father was 100% Irish, a deadly beautiful combination of genes!

This is how MissLiss15 sees her Edward in this story and we, in her Facebook group, swooned to the floor when she posted it:

ROB ATTACKDive in and catch up…see if you don’t fall in love with Papiward as much as I did!

ROB ATTACK(EDIT 08OCT19:  BRAND NEW banner by Belizabetty Masen)

~oOo~

ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/13339120/1/Hades-a-love-story-Sort-of

A story of perseverance & the lack thereof. For the downtrodden. About love & loss along with the betrayal & bitterness that ensues in its aftermath. Long story short, a story about Hades & how maybe he’s not the bad guy, after all. 1/4 c Lucifer. 2 tbsp Meet Joe Black. 1 heaping swig of Twilight. misc nonsense. Liberties with Greek mythology. MA, ExB AH (sort of) blah blah blah

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Humor – Chapters: 10 – Words: 16,791 – Reviews: 284 – Favs: 137 – Follows: 277 – Updated: Sep 20 – Published: Jul 16 – id: 13339120

For those of you who have long mourned the disappearance of Jo, FictionFreak95 from our fandom, I have the most wonderful news…she’s baaack!

My first breath of freedom is delicious. Just as I imagined it might be. I feel more alive than I have in a millennia. Leaving the underworld has been on my deceitful mind forever and a day. For the past thousand years or so, actually committing the action has proven to be more difficult than it sounds. It’s a bit akin to what humans might view as a caged bird. They aren’t exactly happy with their circumstances but given the chance to fly, they rarely take flight.

Tonight, I flew.

And once I made the painstaking decision to indeed leave, everything else seemed quite easy.

Arranging for a replacement, check.

Walking past the idiotic rivermen to exit my domain unaccounted for, Check.

Deciding what I want to do first and foremost, pretty much check.

***

Ah, yes…about that replacement:

Before he can question what I mean, with an indiscreet snap of my fingers, he’s gone.

Don’t worry. He’s not dead.

Not really, anyway. That would be cheating. I don’t cheat.

He’s just… somewhere in between. Indefinitely.

In his abrupt departure, by design, the keys to his car have fallen to the ground, and I happily pick them up. I push a button to unlock the sleek, black 2-door BMW 428i then slide into the driver’s seat, taking a moment to fully appreciate the comfort of this man’s taste.

“Nice.”

I look around a bit then pull open the middle compartment to find his wallet. I open it up to see whose persona I will be taking for a while.

I read the name with disdain.

“Edward Cullen.”

Then I shrug, it’s as good a name as any, I suppose. I slip the wallet into my pocket and lock his car up again before heading into the bar I apparently own to see what sort of fun

awaits me.

“Nice to meet you, Edward,” I say to the night air. “I’m Hades.”

 You might not remember Jo but you surely remember such titles as: Edward Cullen, Dick for Hire and its sequel, The Dick in Me, Meet the Masens, Penal Code and many, many more!

~oOo~

ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/13186521/1/The-Boy-in-the-Backyard

When Bella’s 6-year-old daughter stumbles upon Peter, a young, dirty, and stain-filled boy in her backyard playhouse, she’s determined to help him. Meanwhile, Bella notices something odd about the new doctor at her work. As Peter’s story unwinds, his fate is ultimately left to the family that took him in, but Bella has no intention of giving up the boy in her backyard. AH/AU BxE

Rated: Fiction M – English – Suspense/Romance – Bella, Edward, Charlotte, Peter – Chapters: 9 – Words: 23,283 – Reviews: 404 – Favs: 372 – Follows: 720 – Updated: Sep 23 – Published: Jan 23 – id: 13186521

I’m readin’ this and realizin’ kids are the most sneaky, deceitful little creatures on Earth, even when they mean well LOL!

The Swan’s yard was big. Wild flowers surrounded the outlines of the property, adding color next to the tall, mossy evergreens that drew around the start of the forest. In the center of the yard sat a small yellow play house. Of course, it had a small, flowery welcome front and a window on the west side. Consisting of three small rooms: a kitchen, a living room, and a spare, the play house was Charlotte’s safe haven when her mother was not around.

Her dolls and toys were already nestled into the small house, now along with the Rapunzel book she’d stolen off of the bookshelf. In the kitchen, she set down a plastic tea pot filled to the brim with whatever type of tea her mother had prepped for her the night before. Tea parties were a daily thing in the Swan household.

Today, two guests, would make an appearance at Charlotte Swan’s ultimate tea party. Lining up a crazy redhaired doll with a sewed on smile and a stuffed lion, she started to pour the cups of tea. However, redhair’s glass was only halfway full when the small cup was dropped, covering the plastic floor in a slew of spilt tea (juice).

Charlotte couldn’t help it. She wasn’t expecting a third guest, especially not the dirty looking boy that was sitting in a chair on the opposing side of the room. This boy looked small, yet couldn’t be bigger than her cousin Jake, who was six years older. His light blonde hair highlighted with muck, stood out in many different directions around his pale face. His jeans were torn at the hemline and his shirtsleeves non-existent. Her doe eyes met his large green ones and they stared at each other for a while.

Charlotte scoffed, bending over to pick up plastic cup. She looked up at the boy expectedly.

“Well, are you going to just sit there or are you going to join me for my tea party?”

So far, Charlotte’s been able to hide Peter from Bella but surely not for much longer *nail bite!*

~oOo~

ROB ATTACK

(banner by LayAtHomeMom and Patrizia Adamo)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13319962/1/Zuma

He may be dating my step-sister, but it doesn’t stop me from wishing he were mine.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 13 – Words: 41,311 – Reviews: 1,684 – Favs: 614 – Follows: 963 – Updated: Sep 23 – Published: Jun 24 – id: 13319962

Dedicated to anyone who ever coveted their sister’s boyfriend LOL!

The hot California sun kisses my bare legs as they hang out the window of Jacob’s car, a beat up ’67 Charger that he loves more than me, a fact we’re both aware of. We’re driving to Frosty Freeze, our daily trip for ice cream in a summer that feels like it’s screeching towards its end even though it’s just begun. I’m already late for work, but I don’t care all that much, which is basically how I feel about most things.

I push the hair flying around my face out of the way, just in time to see him in the parking lot at Zuma beach.

Edward Cullen.

His golden shoulders glisten with salty ocean water, his old denim cutoffs lay unbuttoned and hanging dangerously low around his hips. A white t-shirt sticks out of his back pocket, waiting to be put back on.

With his right hand he slings the yellow and blue surfboard easily under his arm, and with the left, he pulls Rosalie Hale’s bikini clad body into his own.

I lick my lips and squeeze my thighs together, knowing that in just a few short hours, he’ll be sitting across from me at dinner, eating whatever Renee makes from the helpful housewife advertisements she sees during The Carol Burnett Show.

He may be dating my step-sister, but it doesn’t stop me from wishing he were mine.

PB takes us back to the late 70’s in her newest story and it’s an amazin’ trip for those of us old enough to remember the carefree days…or were they, between childhood and the real world!

~oOo~

ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/13394029/1/The-Dark-Lust

Another night, another strange and gruesome murder in Portland. Detective Edward Cullen is determined to solve this baffling case, but at what cost? What he finds could make or break … him. AU/OOC/BxE. Previously a collaboration with AngelGoddess1981, now being completed by maniacalmuse.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Supernatural/Suspense – Bella, Edward – Words: 2,728 – Reviews: 19 – Favs: 54 – Follows: 92 – Published: Sep 23 – id: 13394029

When only the first chapter has been posted and you’re already nailed to your chair!

Gathering all the courage he could, Tyler turned to face his unwanted spectators, determined to make the best of this horrifying situation. All the breath left his lungs as his gaze fell upon the three impossibly gorgeous women before him. They appeared to be his age, lean and fit but still shapely, with pale skin so smooth it looked like silk. Their faces were stunningly beautiful, but it was their eyes—eerily menacing and a color he didn’t even know existed—that truly had him captivated. He couldn’t stop from gawking blatantly.

The one in the middle, a long-haired brunette, cocked her head to the side as she stared at him, a sly smile curving onto her deep red lips. “I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to interrupt,” she said teasingly. Her voice danced and shimmered almost inhumanly, ringing around him like a choir of bells. “Please. Don’t let us stop you from… finishing.”

Tyler just stared at her dumbly.

“Ooh, maybe he needs some help,” the girl on the brunette’s right, a stunning blonde, suggested with an excited glint in her already bright eyes. “I call dibs!”

The final of the three, her hair a wild mess of fiery red curls, giggled in a high-pitched, girlish lilt. Tyler recognized it as the second laugh he’d heard when they first approached. It gave him the chills; there was something deeply more menacing about it than the other girl’s. “Don’t be greedy, now. He’s cute. We can share…”

A tickle crawled up Tyler’s back, though he wasn’t quite sure if it was from fright or desire. These two hotter-than the-sun chicks wanted to… to…help him? Help him get off? No. No, surely he must have misunderstood.

“Awww,” the blonde girl whined. “They’ve only got one really good scream in them, though. I never get it all to myself.” Her full pink lips turned down in a pout while her eyes remained on him hungrily.

Hungrily. The word echoed through Tyler’s head as realization dawned on him. That was exactly how he would describe the look they all wore: hungry… insatiably hungry. But for what?

The redhead sighed dramatically, waving her hand dismissively at him. “Fiiiiine… he’s all yours. Just don’t get too carried away. You already pigged out back at the house. Hardly left anything for the rest of us.”

Tyler gaped at her in confusion. He still hadn’t said a word. They were taking so cryptically; he had no idea what was going on.

Well, we might have an idea what’s goin’ on, right? But who are these three deadly sirens? Are they who we think they are?

~oOo~

ROB ATTACKhttps://acedfiction.wordpress.com/undercoversquint/desperate-measures/

When Bella’s hallucinations of Edward became her only source of comfort, she had to find new and creative ways to trigger them. Now, Edward is back and determined to earn her trust… and her submission. Rating: M, New Moon AU, Canon vamps and pairings, BDSM themes, HEA, No Cheating. Regular updates until Completed!

Ladies, you won’t find this last story on FFN but I’m sharin’ it here, nonetheless! Also because Bev would kick my butt if I didn’t…she’s already deep into it LOL!

My wrists were cuffed to a metal support frame over my head, and I registered the cool numbness in my fingertips with some long-detached part of my brain. The part that took note of any physical sensation other than the pain to which I subjected myself. I gasped as the polished birch made contact with my ass again, leaving stripes of fire across the tender skin there. My breaths came with increasing speed, processing every delicious second of pain as I waited for the next blow.

I could feel his eyes on me, gauging my tolerance and stamina, studying my reactions down to the most minute movements of my body. Malcolm had learned quickly that while I understood the purpose of a safe word, I would never use it. I needed this too much. I craved it the way a normal person craved food, water, oxygen… Every nerve in my body quivered with anticipation as I took another strike, and the edges of my vision began to shimmer.

I was almost there.

It didn’t use to take this long. At one point, I could reach my goal with just a few good lashes of a belt, a few swats of a heavy paddle. These days, it was harder… but worth it. I was so close I could almost taste it now. My pain level surged as the cane whipped against the backs of my thighs, just under my buttocks where the skin was the most sensitive.

And there he was.

Not the muscled, dark-skinned man behind me but the man I’d truly come to see. He looked as perfect as he always did, with his pale gleaming skin, his tousled bronze hair, those warm golden eyes, and that smile. The smile that was so exquisitely beautiful it erased my physical pain completely.

My entire body was enveloped by a blissful numbness, granting me a reprieve even from the ever-present ache in my hollow chest. I couldn’t feel the tears I knew were streaming down my cheeks, and the strikes of the cane couldn’t penetrate the shield of my hallucination. I vaguely registered the pressure of each blow and the sound of the of the thin rod connecting with my inflamed skin. But every strike only made his smile brighter and his voice sweeter as he hummed my lullaby and murmured words of love.

I didn’t dare pull my eyes away from the bronze-haired boy, even when the caning stopped. My fastidious Dominant began to treat the welts with a cool, damp cloth, crooning nonsense into my ear. But he couldn’t reach me. I couldn’t have cared less what he was saying, and by that point, it didn’t matter. He may as well have been invisible or not in the room at all.

He thought I was in subspace, and maybe I was. Maybe this was what subspace felt like for me. But he wasn’t the one who’d brought me there… not really. He was just another instrument, a tool as effective as the cane he’d wielded. He could’ve been anyone, any gender, any race… Right then, in that moment, I wasn’t submitting to him.

~oOo~

Let me know what you think of these!

Happy Wednesday, y’all!

Rita

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Random Rita ~ How to Get Some…Satisfaction!

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Evenin’, ladies!

I’m sure you are all familiar with the frustration of runnin’ out of fics that hold your interest past the first chapter, right?

Dare to take on the two COMPLETE fics I have for you today and you will get some…satisfaction LOL!

First story came to my attention via TwiFanfictionRecs nominee Top 10 Completed fics ~ June 2019 so it’s quite new:

ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/13129669/1/Forward-To-The-Future

Complete. Human Edward from 1918 steps through time and finds himself in Forks. Hardships test his willpower as he meets vegetarian vampires, bloodsucking leeches, irritable wolf shapeshifters, and most terrifyingly, Mike Newton. Will he find a way back to his own time, or will he discover that modern day life has its own benefits? AU. EPOV.

Rated: Fiction T – English – Romance/Humor – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 41 – Words: 272,224 – Reviews: 551 – Favs: 196 – Follows: 192 – Updated: Jun 30 – Published: Nov 25, 2018 – Status: Complete – id: 13129669

Now, time travel is not a new concept for our fandom but this is one way time travel from 1918 Chicago to Forks 2004!

How did Edward time travel? How did Edward wind up with a house full of vampires? More importantly, how does he keep his sanity? Well, he keeps it with the help of each unique member of his new family, especially Jasper!

“Hey,” muttered Jasper at my door. It was now Sunday, and the Cullens had just returned home from their trip. I knew that Alice must have foreseen that there would be a disheartened teenage boy stewing in his room from the fact that Jasper was the first member of the family to greet me. I could almost sense him preparing himself to douse me in calming serenity.

“Hello,” I replied in a morose tone. I was standing at my bedroom window, watching a flock of Canadian geese land near the river behind the house.

“So… How’d school go?” Jasper always went straight to the jugular. He was never the sort to drag out conversations.

I took my time in answering him to ensure that I worded my thoughts correctly. “Jasper, did you ever have a day that felt as if The Fates were against you?”

He took a seat on my black leather couch, musing passively. “There was that one time when a newborn ripped my arm off and played ‘keep away’ with it for twenty miles. I caught up with her eventually, but it was all muddied up and dirty. Then, I had to mend it back to my shoulder while being pursued by the rival coven.”

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I replied, “Well, my day went something like that.”

Smiling halfheartedly, he said, “That bad?”

I turned away from the window. “Don’t get me wrong, some parts of the day were quite tolerable. A few of the students were even a bit more friendly towards me. But, I discovered that I don’t understand most of them… Did you know I heard a boy tell his girlfriend that she looked ’sick’? And she took it as a compliment?” I recounted to him, wearing a bewildered face. Jasper chuckled lightly but offered no comment. I continued, “Do you know what Jessica Stanley asked me?” Jasper shook his head. “She asked me what music I liked. I told her that I had many, though one of my favorites was Clair De Lune. She informed me that she ’had never heard of her before’.”

He threw back his head to laugh.

“And then, there was Lauren. She considers herself wellread because she reads every issue of Teen Vogue magazine,” I recalled, rolling my eyes from the memory. “Mike Newton informed me of a game he is currently waiting to debut. He described how in the game you can start gang wars, steal cars, and kill random strangers. And he was thrilled that he will be able to do those things himself, virtually, of course, come next month,” I recounted, unbelievingly. “If someone from my time were to express interest in going on a killing spree, either real or imaginary, he would have been thrown into an insane asylum.”

“The youth of today have been conditioned to accept that violence is an appropriate form of entertainment,” Jasper attempted to explain. “We’re both from eras where kids were expected to behave like miniature adults, and we did, for the most part. We dressed like adults, we read the books we were told to read, and we were expected to do what our parents said— without arguing. Today it’s the adults who want to be kids.” He chuckled at the thought. “Nearly everything is geared towards the younger generation. Music, video games, clothes, TV shows, movies— all are heavily influenced by the cultures of teenagers and young adults. Sex and violence are an integral part of today’s culture now.”

“I understand that times have changed, but have you not noticed how superficial most of them are now?” I questioned, irritated. “I had the privilege,” I spat out the word, “of witnessing a conversation where two shallow individuals grossly criticised a girl from across the room based solely on the way she dressed, insinuating that the girl was lacking in intelligence. I asked them if they knew her personally. They had never met the poor girl.”

He folded his arms, resting his index finger against his temple. “Surely there were unpleasant people in your time as well?”

“Of course there were,” I quickly replied. “But I spent this weekend thinking over a few things, and I discovered that I’ve always been a bit of an outsider. Even back in 1918, I sometimes felt like I didn’t belong. Now, seeing how most people interact with one another, the feeling is much more pronounced.”

“Not everyone today is like that. If you were to interact with more people you would see that for yourself… I think you need a companion,” he muttered thoughtfully. I was on the verge of reminding him that I lived with six people, but he did not allow me to speak. “A human companion,” he elaborated further.

Bella comes into the picture eventually and, when she does, it’s an even wilder journey from there on LOL!

~oOo~

My second complete rec is older…one of those “how did I miss this one?” fics LOL!

ROB ATTACK(banner by Melee03)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9016564/1/Secrets-and-Lies

Bella once told a lie. A lie that cost her everything she ever wanted. 10 years later she returns to her hometown to an ailing father, an angry best friend, and the man from whom she has kept a secret that threatens to unravel her existence. M AU AH OOC Rated M for language and lemons **This story is a repost. It was previously posted in its entirety in 2011/12***

Rated: Fiction M – English – Hurt/Comfort/Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 38 – Words: 283,910 – Reviews: 1,253 – Favs: 1,789 – Follows: 761 – Updated: Feb 25, 2013 – Published: Feb 16, 2013 – Status: Complete – id: 9016564

If you’ve ever gotten hooked on a decadent soap opera…my favorite used to be The Bold and The Beautiful, back in the day, on account of Ridge *swoon,* this fic will feed that addiction!
I step through the door into the thronging mall. People are hurrying in all directions, and in my preoccupation I walk straight into someone and my bag goes flying. I watch, helpless, as the contents spill out onto the shiny tile floor. I get down on my knees and hastily start scooping everything up, aware that at any given moment my fingers could be crushed by the stomping feet surrounding me.

“Shit!” I hiss as a lipstick I don’t even wear rolls away from me and I stretch to catch it. People seem oblivious and barely move out of my way as I crawl across the floor, chasing random objects.

“Mom,” Jacob says, tapping my back as I scan the floor to see if there is anything I’ve missed.

“Give me a second, sweetie,” I reply, irritated by the people kicking my things away from my fingers. I grab my hairbrush just before it is crushed by a man’s huge boot. I glower up at him but he doesn’t even notice me as he strides past.

“Mom!” Jacob hisses a little louder.

“I’m almost done, Jacob,” I snap.

He tugs at my collar and I look up to see him looking over to my left. “Mom, why is that woman staring at me like that?”

“What woman?” I ask in confusion as I give the floor one last glance before getting to my feet.

“Her,” he says, pointing.

I follow his gaze and my blood turns to ice. Alice is standing not three feet away from us. Her wide, bewildered eyes are focused on Jacob.

Panic grips me. My heart soars into my throat when I see her mouth open in a shocked “O,” and the recognition evident in her eyes.

Needless to say, it doesn’t take long for word of Jacob’s existence to reach Edward!

Turning onto our street, I spot it straight way: A sleek black sports car is parked a little way along the road from our house.

My heart almost stops beating.

My knuckles tighten on the wheel.

Pins and needles prickle my skin.

He’s here!

And I’m not ready.

Tapping Charlie’s thigh to catch his attention, I nod towards it. Charlie stiffens as soon as he lays eyes on it, convincing me he too is thinking the same as I am. He briefly looks at Jacob warily, before turning back to me.

I turn into the driveway, racking my brains, wondering how I’m going to get Jacob into the house before he reaches us.

Charlie is singing from the same hymn sheet. “You two go in and I’ll get the stuff from the trunk,” he says, trying and failing, to sound normal.

“No!” My voice is a little louder than I had intended, so I lower it quickly. “Jacob, you go in and take a shower and I’ll help Grandpa with the gear.”

Blissfully oblivious, Jacob shrugs, takes the keys from me and we all get out of the car together. I look around wildly, expecting Edward to come rushing into the yard, but thankfully there’s no sign of him. Yet.

Jacob disappears inside, and I rush around the car to Charlie. “Go inside,” I plead. “Make sure Jacob doesn’t come out. I’ll deal with this.”

“I’m not leaving you to do this alone!” he protests. “We don’t even know if it’s him. Let me check.”

When I hear a car door slam and my voice is more urgent.

“Please Dad, I need you to stay in there with Jacob. Let me handle this!”

He opens his mouth to argue but I am already backing away towards the street. “Please!”

I turn, and step out of the yard onto the street.

And there he is.

At first, nothing registers but the need to get him away from here. I rush towards him.

“NO!” I yell as he strides towards me.

“Where is he?” he barks, stalking towards me and showing no signs of stopping.

Fearing he’ll simply walk straight past me, I step in front of him and push my hands into his chest. “You can’t do this, you can’t just show up and demand to see him!”

His emerald eyes are menacing as he glares down at me. He grips my forearms as if he’s going to throw me to the curb.

“Take your hands off her!”

I turn to see Charlie coming towards us. His face is rigid with anger.

“I came to see my son, Charlie,” Edward says in a tone that suggests he won’t leave till he gets what he wants.

Charlie lays a hand on my shoulder when he reaches us, but his eyes never leave Edward’s face. “You need to go calm down first.” Charlie says, staring at Edward with steely determination. “Unless you want the boy to be afraid of you?”

Edward says nothing, and I only realize he is still gripping me as his fingers loosen and he lets go. Charlie looks down at me and nods grimly.

“I’m going in now, you coming?”

“Give me a minute.”

Charlie backs away reluctantly, and as soon as he’s out of sight, Edward grips my forearm again.

I whirl to face him, ready to order him to let me go, but the venomous look on his face stops me in my tracks. “You have one hour to tell him I’m here and then I’m coming in, ready or not!” he says through gritted teeth.

There will be fireworks so make sure you’re all stocked up on your favorite soft drink and popcorn LOL!
Happy Saturday, y’all!
Rita
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Random Rita ~ Complete Randomness!

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Evenin’, ladies!

Well, would you look at that? Three posts in the month of July for the win!

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Okay, it’s just one complete fic but it still counts LOL!

ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/8550424/1/Emotional-Warfare

Geeky Edward Cullen is dumped by his high school sweetheart…alone…in a parking lot…with an engagement ring in his pocket. To avoid looking pathetic at his parents’ New Years celebration, he enlists the help of his beautiful, and mysterious friend Bella to pose as his girlfriend. Hilarity ensues.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Humor/Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 26 – Words: 206,026 – Reviews: 1,384 – Favs: 3,690 – Follows: 1,832 – Updated: Sep 24, 2016 – Published: Sep 23, 2012 – Status: Complete – id: 8550424

Out of all the Geekwards I’ve read over the years, this has got to be one of my all time favorites! The banter between Edward and Bella is freakin’ hilarious, as this scene will demonstrate:

It took twice as long to clean up because I kept sitting down. This hangover was horrible. As I finished cleaning, Bella’s phone rang, making my head pound even worse.

Damn it.

I walked to the bathroom to tell Bella she had a call. I went to knock on the door just as she started singing When I Ruled the World by Coldplay.

She sounded like a Disney princess. I listened to her singing from outside the door until her phone stopped ringing. Now that I thought of it, she probably would have ignored the call anyway. So, I went to watch TV in the living room. I caught the tail end of a House marathon.

“Yes!” Bella sighed, walking out in another one of my t-shirts and grabbed her dress to put it in the washing machine. “I feel so clean. I smelled like vodka.”

“You sound like a Disney princess,” I told her as I went to the kitchen to make us a snack.

“Ick,” she shook violently, sitting down and rolling her eyes.

“What’s ‘icky’ about that?”

“Disney movies greatly distort and ruin young girls’ perceptions and expectations of love,” she deadpanned before grabbing the remote.

“What?” I asked, appalled. I’d never heard a woman bash a Disney princess movie.

“It’s true,” she nodded her head, tucking her feet Indian-style beneath her. “I got a paper published about it when I was in high school. I called it the Cinderella Complex.”

“Which is?” I questioned, taking the remote from her.

“A beautiful. . . somewhat intelligent girl. . . always goes out on a limb, therefore putting herself and/or her loved ones in danger just to get a man, then, when the plan goes to shit, she sits back and waits for the man to save her.”

“They aren’t all like that,” I argued, pausing the TV.

“Yes, they are,” she smiled, arching her eyebrow. “Try me.”

“Cinderella?”

“That emotional punching bag?” she asked. “Why didn’t she seek out Prince Charming when she found out he was looking for the woman who fit the slipper? Besides, what idiot goes to a dance in glass slippers?”

“The Little Mermaid?”

“Oh,” she pondered, tapping her chin, “You mean Ariel? The dumbass who sold her soul to a sea witch for a chance with a man she met for a grand total of thirty seconds?” she smiled, shaking her head.

“I don’t believe this,” I proclaimed, in awe of her cynicism. “Beauty and the Beast?”

“You might as well call it The Legend of Stockholm Syndrome,” she laughed at my expression. “The entire subtext of the original story is to prepare young girls for arranged marriages, anyway,” she waved it off.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Snow White?”

“Two women fighting over who’s prettiest?” she asked in return. “Let’s not get started on how objectified she is,” she rolled her eyes. “Her only real power is her beauty,” she laughed. “She’s nothing but a glorified maid to those dwarves,” she listed on her finger. “When she died. . . they put her in a glass coffin,” she accentuated. “Gee. . . let’s put the dead girl in a glass coffin so we can stare at her even though she’s dead because she’s so pretty,” she said in a dwarf voice. “Technically, that prince was into necrophilia. . . kinky,” she wiggled her eyebrows.

“Seriously? Would you kiss a dead person?”

“Come on!” I raised my hands. Alice would be having a stroke if she heard this conversation. There had to be one that I could use to change her mind. We sat there, her raising her eyebrow in victory while I thought it over. Then, I found one.

“Mulan,” I stated, crossing my arms in victory. “She saved China.”

“Doesn’t count,” she smirked at my frustration.

“How does that not count?” I asked, getting a little frustrated.

“She’s not a Disney princess.”

“Is, too!” I argued. “She had her own movie and everything.”

“She’s a heroine. . . not a princess. Mulan isn’t of royal blood like the others,” she pointed out. “It doesn’t matter, anyway. She thinks of a fucking brilliant plan by causing that avalanche. She saves the General’s life. . . getting stabbed in the process,” she ranted. “How do they repay her?” she asked, crossing her arms. “They leave her. . . in the snowy mountains. . . alone. . . just for being a woman. What a dick!” she huffed. “However, Mulan was sort of a feminist. So, I’ll give her a little credit. Besides, have you ever seen her on a t-shirt with the other princesses? When’s the last time you saw a girl go as Mulan for Halloween?” she asked.

“Ugh!” I ran my hands through my hair. “Princess and the Frog,” I said. “Tiana was a go getter.”

“And people looked down on her because of it,” she countered.

“Let’s be honest,” she raised an eyebrow, “The song selection in Princess and the Frog is vastly inferior to the other movies,” she sighed. “Plus, Dr. Faciliier is nothing but a black Jafar. They even look alike,” she giggled.

“You are so. . . ”

“I do like The Hunchback of Notre-Dame, though,” she shrugged.

“So you are normal?” I teased.

“I respect that everyone owned their shitty attitude in that movie,” she explained. “Frolo had an entire song about how much he wanted to bone Esmeralda,” she smiled. “You have to commend Disney for having balls,” she giggled. “That bitch did leave Quasimodo for the good looking guy, though,” she frowned.

“There goes your cynicism,” I pointed to her.

“Yes,” she deadpanned, patting my shoulder. “Have you noticed that all of the 90s Disney princes have all of the same facial features. . . just a different skin tone?” she asked. “It’s like they used a stencil.”

“I’m not listening to this!” I covered my ears.

“Face it. ‘Happily Ever After’ is bullshit.”

“I don’t believe that,” I replied. “My parents will celebrate their thirtieth anniversary on New Year’s. My sister met her husband when she was fourteen. My brother is practically already married. There’s somebody for everybody.”

“Did you ever think that they’re exceptions to the rule?” she inquired. “I mean, over half of marriages nowadays end in divorce. You can Google it.”

“You know,” I got her attention, “Some people might call you cynical,” I shook my head, popping an Advil and chugging a glass of water.

“Naïve people call me cynical,” she retorted. “Realistic people call me right.”

Ednerd hasn’t even introduced her to his family, yet. You’re not gonna wanna miss that LMAO!

~oOo~

So, how’s the summer been treatin’ you guys?

Happy Tuesday, y’all!

Rita

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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!

~oOo~

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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13029726/1/Dangerous-Secrets

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.”

~oOo~

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.

Pop.

Pop.

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.

Pop.

Pop.

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.

Shit.

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!

ROB ATTACK

 

 

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Evenin’ ladies!

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

ROB ATTACK

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And I see you attempted Spanish last year?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No response again. Rude much? I thought.

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

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

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

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

“What?” I asked, dropping my hands.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~oOo~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My father, however, seemed oblivious.

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

“Hear what, honey?” Dad asked me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Weird,” I mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

~oOo~

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

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

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

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

April 1935:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I nodded. “I can’t sleep anyway.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~oOo~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sickening. Carlisle stepped away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you.”

Thomas pulled him.

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

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

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

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

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

What was going on?

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

Carlisle shrugged. “It has happened before.”

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

“I’m sorry.”

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

He fought not to pull away.

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

“Why are you here?”

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

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

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

Aro didn’t miss his shift in gaze.

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

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

Carlisle turned the robe over in his arms.

“And if I do not take it up?”

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

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

Then he vanished, leaving Carlisle standing alone.

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

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

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

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

Brother, Aro had called him.

But Garret had called him friend.

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

 

~oOo~

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

Happy Tuesday, y’all!

Rita

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Random Rita ~ Thursday WIP Attack!

ROB ATTACK

Evenin’ ladies!

I can’t begin to tell you how difficult it was to limit myself to only four WIPs when so many more have my attention!

Of course, that means more recs sooner rather than later LOL!

Now, as to my first rec of the day, lemme just say…

I LOVE DRAGONS…CAN’T GET ENOUGH…GIMME GIMME GIMME!!!

ROB ATTACK

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13211838/1/d%C3%B3ttir

The Norns work in mysterious ways. What starts with a strike of lightning and an orphaned dragon egg will end up reshaping the future of the Vikings – and the Chieftain’s daughter – forever.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Adventure – Chapters: 6 – Words: 13,483 – Reviews: 218 – Favs: 119 – Follows: 170 – Updated: Mar 7 – Published: Feb 19 – id: 13211838

The dragon is dying.

They had both been struck by Thor, but only Iza had survived.

There must be a reason.

The caution that had kept her immobile at the top of the ravine disappears, and Iza skids down the mud-slicked slope, landing hard on her hands and knees. She grunts, then freezes when she feels the heavy weight of the dragon’s stare. Iza raises her eyes and stares right back at the shadowed dragon. The fear she expected to feel – the fear she feels each time the bell is rung and the dragons come to steal the village livestock – is nowhere to be found.

All Iza truly feels is a disquieting sense of pity at the pain plain to see in the dragon’s glowing eyes.

The sky rumbles again.

And Iza says, “No creature, not even a dragon, deserves to die alone.”

The dragon closes its eyes and Iza holds herself still, a silent vigil witnessing the slow, belabored death of a dragon – the declared enemy of all that dwell in Forks and the villages beyond. It is quick and, she hopes, painless for the dragon. Iza, unlike others, has never seen glory in senseless death. She feels some sadness for the dragon and wonders if dragons have their own Valhalla, if the dragons who die in battle find treasures in the next world just like Vikings do. Do dragons have Valkyrie?

Such thoughts are strange, she knows. Yet still she has them.

Is that why Thor saw fit to strike her with his lightning? If so, then what had the dragon done to deserve the same – and worse – fate?

Iza frowns and shakes her head, fumbling for the flint tucked into a sachet of supplies in her quiver. She plans to burn the dragon, to send it off to the afterlife and Hel’s realm with as much dignity as it deserves. A dragon is still a being of the Great Tree. To die without fire to protect its soul is – unthinkable.

But as the sparks of her flint cast fleeting bursts of light into the darkness, her eyes catch on something beneath the dragon’s leathery wing. Iza crawls forward and pushes the wing back, squinting into the blackness. Thor must still be watching over her, because lightning flashes just bright enough that Iza can make out the shape beneath the wing as thunder crashes again.

Impossible.

But undeniable.

Scarcely believing it, Iza carefully reaches forward, palms slipping against the smooth, stone-like texture of the – miraculous – dragon egg. Her mind blanks free of thought as she holds the egg, its weight dragging on her arms, the falling rain slicking her grip enough that the only thing she can do is hug the egg to her chest to stop from dropping it.

Because surely dropping a dragon egg would be very bad.

“Oh, Thor,” Iza murmurs in dazed prayer. “What do I do? What would you have me do? I can only imagine that you must have a purpose for striking me and leading me to this dragon – but what I am to do with a dragon egg? I cannot bring it back to Forks…”

Yet, what other option does she have? Her conscious would not rest well to know that she had left a vulnerable egg in a forest, unknowing if it would survive alone and without the guidance of its mother. And she cannot help but feel that the dragon had died in peace precisely because it knew that Iza would find – and protect – its egg. Otherwise, wouldn’t the dragon have fought against Iza’s interloping until its dying breath? Instead, the dragon had passed in peace – and entrusted its egg to a wayward shieldmaiden.

Iza steels herself as she sets the dragon alight, staring into the flames as she cradles the egg to her chest. The rain works to dampen the abrupt pyre, sending smoldering smoke into the night sky. Iza hurries away knowing she cannot be caught at a dragon’s funeral, huffing as she climbs one-handed back up the ravine, tripping over her own feet as she hastens back to the village. As she nears the village, she drags the heavily soaked, fur-lined cloak around to her front, both to hide the egg and her destroyed tunic. Her only goal is to reach the highest hill without being seen, for she is in no right mind to answer any queries on her whereabouts during the battle against the dragons. Ever.

Edward, heir to the Viking throne, hasn’t made much of an appearance just yet but I’m anxiously waitin’ to see what he’ll do when he figures out what Iza has been up to!

~oOo~

ROB ATTACK

(banner by IpsitaC77)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13047241/1/La-Sua-Bella-Mente-Her-Beautiful-Mind

After a devastating personal and professional betrayal, Bella returns to the only place she feels safe and happy—the mountains of Georgia. A spur-of-the-moment decision to hike the Appalachian Trail offers her the opportunity to regain her confidence, self-worth, and perhaps a deeper appreciation for the uniqueness of her beautiful mind. AH Bella, Edward HEA (eventually)

Rated: Fiction M – English – Adventure/Romance – Bella – Chapters: 12 – Words: 23,378 – Reviews: 534 – Favs: 173 – Follows: 315 – Updated: 3h ago – Published: Aug 26, 2018 – id: 13047241

The dirt path in front of me and the tree trunks that line it are the only shades of brown I can see . . . everything else is green. Emerald, chartreuse, jade, citron, lime, the words tumble around in my head as I gaze at this beautiful place. Ahead, the trail weaves a serpentine path through tall oaks and small shrubs before disappearing from view in the thick woods at the other end of the narrow vale. Thick grass edges the dirt walkway, and the verdant green of new leaves covers every twig, branch, and treetop. Directly in front of us, a majestic, ancient oak tree spreads its gnarled limbs into a woven roof overhead. Halfway up its wide trunk is a white blaze, a two by four inch painted stripe that proudly proclaims to everyone who is privileged to pass by that this is the Appalachian Trail, the famous granddaddy of all the long distance hiking trails.

Early morning fog still lingers in this secluded hollow. The mist captures the sun’s rays, transforming them into an other-worldly luminescence that spreads its glow over every leaf, twig, branch, and blade until the very air seems to pulse with the promise of new life.

It’s quiet. A hushed silence, broken only by an occasional rustle of leaves or chirp of a hidden bird, steals the breath from my lungs as I stare at this gift before me. I can feel No Filter behind me, but he makes no sound as we stand frozen in awe.

A slight movement just behind the old oak catches my eye, and I wonder what could be hiding there. For a moment, I consider fairies, wood nymphs, or unicorns—-anything seems possible in this magical place. My inner scientist rolls its eyes at this ridiculous thought, but for the briefest second, something in me yearns for the mystical to appear. It’s a doe, however, that emerges from behind the trunk. Stepping timidly on her graceful legs, she watches us warily with her curious eyes. She pauses in the middle of the trail and flicks her ears before looking over her shoulder toward the oak behind her where a soft rustling of dry leaves indicates something else is hidden there.

I realize I am holding my breath, anxiously waiting to see what could be following her. It’s six to eight weeks too early for does to start dropping their young, but nature never operates on a strict timetable, and it is indeed a small, spotted fawn that toddles on shaking legs toward its mother. It can’t be more than a few hours old, its legs still tremble, and it can barely keep its balance as it slowly stumbles to its mother’s side. It nudges at her belly, looking for a meal, but she steps away before giving its face a careful grooming with her tongue. Then, pushing it with her head, they amble off into the underbrush. Just before disappearing from view, the two turn to gaze at us one more time. For that brief moment, we are four living things accepting each other without fear or threat, all part of the beauty of nature and the cycle of life. Two more steps and they’re gone, quietly blending into the foliage as though they were never there.

Only after they’ve completely disappeared do I turn to look at No Filter. His face radiates pure joy as he grins down at me before mumbling something. “What?” I ask.

“My favorite John Muir quote,” he explains, nodding toward the wonderland in front of us. “And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.”

His words repeat on a loop in my head as we resume our walk toward Unicoi Gap.

Once again, hikingurl stuns me with the pictures she paints usin’ simple words! If nothin’ else, this story should inspire those of you who are able to spend some time in the great outdoors, even if it’s only for a few hours! Maybe, just maybe, you’ll have the experience of a lifetime!

~oOo~

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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13052289/1/Stasis

Separated by time and space, lost loves find their way back to each other. They thought their journey was over, but it had only begun.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Sci-Fi/Angst – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 11 – Words: 26,229 – Reviews: 342 – Favs: 141 – Follows: 284 – Updated: 4h ago – Published: Sep 1, 2018 – id: 13052289

Many chose to leave and try their luck on the planet Phoenix, where they had established a new colony. People left in droves, even if it meant they would spend four years in stasis to get there. My father was among the first in the embassy to volunteer to lead the interim council on Phoenix. He left my mother and me to sort our affairs and join him in a year’s time. When I stepped onto the transport ship on my twenty-fifth birthday, I was leaving behind sad memories of my lost love and looking ahead to the possibilities of a new life.

Waking and being told that you’d been asleep for seven years was not part of my plan. And neither was finding myself seated across the table from the man I thought I’d never again lay eyes on. Even if it only feels like three years since our last meeting, I can see the mark the past ten have made on him.

“Bella,” Edward whispers, his fingers twitching. “I can’t tell you how happy I am to see you.”

“I’m not exactly sure if I can say the same yet, Edward. I have no idea what’s going on here.” I’m fidgety under his intense gaze. While I spent the last seven years in suspended animation, he has not. Though I may be chronologically thirty-two, I’m physically still twenty-five, and I can see the years, while not unkind, have aged Edward. He looks every bit his thirty-five years; the round, softness of youth replaced with the sharp edges of maturity.

His smile takes my breath away. “I’m sure you have questions, Bella. I wouldn’t expect any less.”

While I have so many, I first ask what I feel is the most urgent question. “Why was I kept in stasis so long?”

He nods as if he was expecting this. “Because the transport ship you were on wasn’t really going to Phoenix.”

“Not going to . . . Then where the hell was it going?” My head is pounding, the effects of my extended rest still lingering.

“You need to stay calm, Bella. You just woke up and—”

“Would everyone stop telling me to calm down?” I yell, trying to get to my feet. I regret it the moment I do, my vision blurring, and the room swirling around me. I’m caught in Edward’s arms, his familiar yet different scent overwhelming me.

“Okay, I knew this would be difficult. You always were so damn stubborn,” he says with a huff. I’m soon being carried, though my eyes are closed, and I then feel myself being lowered onto a soft bed, a blanket being pulled over my shoulders. His warm, comforting hands are smoothing over my hair, his fingertips tracing over my cheeks.

“Still so beautiful,” he murmurs. “Bella, I have so much to tell you, but I need to know you aren’t going to work yourself into a frenzy.”

“I’ll try,” I whisper. Opening my eyes, I stare into his; concern shining through jade irises.

“I’ve missed you.”

“I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed you, Bella.” His fingers trace a path through my hair, pushing some behind my ear. “I didn’t want to leave you when I did, but I didn’t have any other choice at the time. My father sent for Em and me, and it was the only shot we had to get off Cordia. Bella, there’s so much going on that we had no idea about.” His eyes are pleading for my understanding.

“Will you please tell me what’s going on? Why I was in stasis so long?”

His eyes search mine, likely looking for any hint of my inability to hear what he has to say before telling me what I want . . . need to know. His eyes tell me before his lips do; that I’m about to be disappointed in his answer.

To me, this fic has a Star Wars flavor to it and that ain’t a bad thing, especially imaginin’ Edward as a Han Solo kinda guy LOL! (Without givin’ away any spoilers, there’s a rough road ahead for our hero and I ain’t just whistlin’ Dixie!)

~oOo~

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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13018801/1/What-Do-You-Want-From-Me

At eighteen Edward was sent to prison for a crime he didn’t commit. It’s now six years later, and he has been released four years early. His bail conditions have been set. Home, job, therapy … Will the small town he is moving to accept him, even after they learn why he was in prison? AH

Rated: Fiction M – English – Drama/Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 19 – Words: 109,129 – Reviews: 1,369 – Favs: 658 – Follows: 1,048 – Updated: Mar 19 – Published: Jul 30, 2018 – id: 13018801

I am back outside the Chief’s house a little over an hour later. I tap my steering wheel, having an inner fight with myself about what I am doing. The door of the house opens and running girl-Bella walks out with a large backpack on. She doesn’t even look at my car as she starts to walk down the road. I sigh jumping out.

“Ru—” I quickly cut myself off, but she turns around looking at me. “Bella, sorry I am late.”

She tilts her head. “You were early, you arrived twenty minutes ago.”

I look at her open mouth that she knew that I was out here but didn’t come out.

“I wanted to give you the choice to opt out,” she says with a wave of her hand. “But moving on, were you going to call me running girl?”

I chuckle pulling my hair. “I am bad with names and I tend to link some people with names I can remember. You’re Running Girl, Chief, is clearly your dad. Then there is the Giant.”

“Emmett, the school gym teacher,” she says with a smile and I nod.

“The Elf?” I question.

“Alice? The Drama teacher, and cheerleading coach.”

I again nod at her

“Barbie?”

She hums and I can see her trying to work it out. “That could be either Jessica, or the math Teacher, Rose.”

“Math teacher,” I say still smiling.

“Then Nurse, and Copy girl.”

“Copy girl is Jessica, and Nurse must be Tia,” she says.

“Mrs. Cope is just Mary. The rest of the teachers are just the class they teach . . . the only other person is The Silent Assassin.”

“Jasper?” she asks. I mean the psychiatrist,” she says with a giggle making me nod at her. “He is scary to start with . . . but I feel safer with him than Alice . . . The Elf.”

I just hum with a frown not understanding why she compared those two together.

Bella looks at me clearly picking up on my confusion.

“You do know that they are married, don’t you?”

“They’re what?” I stutter worriedly since I work with his wife.

I feel Bella touch the hand that is pulling my hair.

“He wouldn’t tell her anything about you or why you see him.”

I just look at her.

“He, Carlisle, and my dad all take their jobs very seriously and would never say anything.”

She stops and swallows.

“They know more about me, than anyone in this town knows, and they’ve never said a word to anyone.”

I tilt my head at her. There is a part of me that wants to snap that she’s a teenage girl and I doubt her secrets are anything great, but there’s something in her voice that makes me keep my mouth shut. I fear that her secrets may be bigger than I want to know.

As you can see, prison has stunted Edward’s ability to make friends but, with Bella’s help, he’ll get there! Over fifty stories and still goin’ strong, you’ll love the latest offerin’ from Nikky (WeeKitty) and Kasi (TeamAllTwilight…TAT)!

What fics have you glued to your screens?

Happy Thursday, y’all!

Rita

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Random Rita ~ Thursday Feature Fics!

ROB ATTACK

Evenin’ ladies!

Once again, no fluffy bunnies, butterflies or unicorns fartin’ rainbows!

This fic had the hairs on my arms standin’ straight up from the first chapter to the end, although for two very separate reasons: 1) heart attack inducin’ angst and 2) a sexy beast of an Edward who won’t stop until he’s claimed his mate! HOT HOT HOT!!!

Jacob lovers need not apply…just sayin’!

ROB ATTACK`(banner by Sue Gilreath)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13084492/1/Run

Bella wakes up in a blood stained cage in the middle of forest with no chance of escape and nowhere to hide. On the night of the full moon, she is released and given the opportunity to fight, or rather run, for her freedom. If she makes it to the road first, she can live. If they catch her before then, tonight she will die.
Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Supernatural – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 26 – Words: 160,558 – Reviews: 218 – Favs: 160 – Follows: 93 – Updated: Oct 21, 2018 – Published: Oct 5, 2018 – Status: Complete – id: 13084492

Far too many women put themselves in danger on a daily basis! Bella’s mistake was allowin’ her coworker to leave her to close up the restaurant all by herself after a couple of oblivious customers overstayed their welcome until the wee hours of the night! Needless to say, she never even made it to her car!

Bella froze. She didn’t even breathe.

She felt someone come behind her and for a second, a small second, she wanted to order herself to open her eyes and wake up, because this wasn’t possible. Things like this didn’t happen. This couldn’t be happening, not to her.

“Turn around,” Sam barked. His voice was so different that if she hadn’t been facing him, if she didn’t see the words leaving his mouth, she would have sworn someone else had spoken them.

Trembling, she slowly turned to see another man.

He stood there in silence. His black gaze never left hers, they never even blinked.

Bella shivered. The man was just as handsome as the one behind her had been, but his eyes held no life. They were empty. Dead.

They were working together, she realized. This man had been the one to torment her. He had been the one to shove her, push her. Terrify her.

Bella knew they wouldn’t let her leave. She had seen their faces. She also got the feeling that even if she hadn’t then they wouldn’t have let her leave. They wanted to hurt her.

“Please,” she breathed. “Please, don’t hurt me,” she begged, knowing it was useless, but it was all she could think of. Please don’t hurt me.

The man with the empty eyes smiled, and it was just like the rest of him, cold and unfeeling. His eyes finally left hers to meet Sam’s.

“We’re going to have some fun with her,” he said. His voice was deep and rumbling, and for the first time she saw emotion flicker in his black gaze and immediately wished she hadn’t. It was a sick type of satisfaction that sent a shiver running down her spine.

“Yes, we are,” Sam agreed from behind her. Closer.

Before Bella could even think of moving, Sam’s once soft hands gripped her upper arms with punishing fingers. His breath was hot and wet as he hissed in her ear. “Watch.”

Unable to do anything else, Bella’s eyes flickered to the man in front of her. He smirked and, to her absolute horror, he began to transform.

Like something out of a low budget horror movie, his teeth elongated, saliva dripping from the sharp fangs. His face distorted, his bones bent and cracked sickeningly. His expensive designer clothes tore as his body grew and reformed.

Bella stared, unable to do anything else, until the man with the dead eyes turned into a very dangerous and very real and gigantic wolf.

Werewolf! she screamed the word in her mind as she began to struggle, desperate to be freed. Sam didn’t let her move an inch. He forced her to watch until the transformation was complete.

This was one of his many favourite parts. The moment they realized monsters weren’t just something out of their worst nightmares, but were in fact very real. And they could do nothing to get away, nothing to save themselves.

Bella’s mind shut down. Her terror overtaking her. The only thing she could do was scream. And she did. Bella’s bloodcurdling scream lasted only seconds before she felt a sharp prick in her neck and darkness fell around her. The last thing she remembered was the cold, dead eyes of the wolf coming closer and closer and knowing she was helpless to stop them.

That, if she were lucky, she was going to die.

This fabulous fic deserves far more reviews than it has so, if you read it, leave her some love for a job very well done!

~oOo~

So many of you rec’d A Litany at Dusk by duskwatcher2153 that I finally caved and all I can say is WHY THE HELL DIDN’T I GET TO IT SOONER!!! Anyway, for you lurkers out there who haven’t yet discovered this incredible classic, read now!

ROB ATTACK

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5312635/1/A-Litany-at-Dusk

Edward’s been a solitary vampire, hunting on the edges of society. He rejoins his family in Forks, ready to abstain and runs across a young woman praying. A choice must be made between one’s heart, one’s desires and one’s soul. Darkward ExB AU
Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Drama – Edward, Bella – Chapters: 34 – Words: 134,502 – Reviews: 5,561 – Favs: 3,138 – Follows: 1,480 – Updated: Aug 21, 2010 – Published: Aug 19, 2009 – Status: Complete – id: 5312635

I had spent the majority of my existence feeding on the worst dregs of humanity, the unrepentant rapists, murderers, drug-pushers and child exploiters. With each life I took, I knew some other human out there was safer for my actions. I could hear the thoughts of the evil and felt like I was cleansing the world. I thought I was bringing justice; now I recognized I had only been bringing vengeance and that there was a world of difference.

It was if a veil had been lifted from my eyes and I could see myself as the selfish, self-deluding monster that I was.

~

I walked to the center of the meadow and sat down. Sitting in the classic meditative pose of legs crossed and upturned hands resting on my knees, I took a deep breath, trying to clear my mind.

I couldn’t pray, but I could remember. I murmured their names with my eyes closed, seeing each face before me.

Patrick O’Malley

Chester Wainwright

Gordon Hatfield

Michael Donovan

Peter Schoonover

James Keller

Frank DeMaso

Roderic Bergen

Susan Morgan

Yolanda Jimenez

Carlos Corrida

I felt Carlisle’s presence somewhere near the middle of the list. He watched me passively from underneath the surrounding trees as I recited my way to the end. Once I had finished and bowed my head, he walked over to me and sat down, echoing my position. The names—those you’ve killed?

“It’s the only way I have to keep some part of them alive. I killed them. Shouldn’t I bear that responsibility?”

The church believes that penance without a change in behavior is empty.

“That’s why I’m here,” I whispered. “I don’t want to be the avenging angel anymore. I’m not the person for that job.”

Angels are lonely creatures.

I laughed hollowly. “Tell me about it.”

ROB ATTACK

~oOo~

My next post will be a round-up of WIPs currently rulin’ my world! Until then…

Happy Thursday!

Rita

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Random Rita ~ Wednesday WIP Attack

ROB ATTACK

Evenin’, ladies!

Now, don’t faint…I did promise more frequent posts, didn’t I?

Anyone who knows me knows of my addiction to WIPs! From the veteran authors we know always deliver a completed fic to newbie authors we MUST nurture and encourage along their journey, especially in the beginnin’, the lure of a new storyline is simply irrestible!

Therefore, I’m dedicatin’ this post to just a few of the many wonderful WIPs I’m currently enjoyin’ and hope you enjoy them, too!

ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/13180700/1/Fated

Bella is a college student, Edward a cop that works with the world’s most dangerous, supernatural criminals. He is much more than just a vampire. He is one of the world’s oldest and deadliest creatures! There is something about Bella that seems to attract these creatures to her. Edward’s backstory and ancestry bring this story to life with a unique twist that brings lots of action.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Supernatural/Romance – Bella, Charlie S., Edward, Jacob – Chapters: 4 – Words: 19,750 – Reviews: 75 – Favs: 108 – Follows: 197 – Updated: 11h ago – Published: Jan 17 – id: 13180700

Bella’s roommate, Patty, has set her up on a disastrous blind date culminating in the strangest night of her life…well, so far *wink!*

As I walk out the restaurant’s main doors onto the sidewalk, I dial Patty’s cell number. It goes straight to voicemail. Patty borrowed my car and promised to pick me up when I call. Now I realize it was a ploy to get me to stay through the entire date and have to get a ride home with Craig. I defiantly decide to walk home. If my calculations are correct, it should only be about seven blocks.

I make a left and continue walking, retrying Patty’s cell. I stop at the corner of Main Street and Chestnut Street and look around, judging my approximate direction in relation to my apartment. A left onto Chestnut is my decision. I walk two blocks and then make a right down an alley.

Either side of the narrow alley is lined with tall, old, brick buildings, several stories high. Old, rusty, metal fire escapes hang from the brick walls and large metal trash dumpsters are placed on either end of the alley. They give the alley the smell of sun-ripened vomit. The only sounds in the alley are the sound of my heeled shoes crunching against loose stones, and the slow drips of rainwater, from a previous storm, coming off of the fire escapes and dripping down onto the stones forming tiny puddles.

As I continue walking my heels keep twisting my ankles as I step on jagged stones. What I hear behind me sounds like an echo of my walking, but as I slow my pace down the echo sound does not slow. I stop walking and turn around to look behind me and find no one there. The sound stops also. “That’s strange” I mutter to myself.

To save my ankles from getting sprained I remove my shoes and carry them in my left hand. I continue walking, dodging small puddles on my way. The echo sound starts up again but I notice it still sounds like a pair of shoes crunching on the gravel behind me. I am now in my bare feet and am not making any noise to be able to produce an echo. After listening to the echo for several seconds as I walk, once again I turn around and find no one behind me. The sound stops as I do.

I pause a moment to look for a logical explanation for what I am hearing. As I am looking around the alley, I notice a shadow of a person slowly floating down the brick building ahead of me, to my left. In stunned silence, I watch the shadow float down to the ground. “People don’t just float down from the sky”, I tell myself. I take a moment to reason this out in my head. The sun is at my back, so the shadow must be caused by something or someone behind me. As I come to this realization, fear strikes me leaving me frozen in place, too afraid to look behind me.

Another shadow now appears in front of me on the same building. This one is on the ground running way too fast to be human, from right to left. It looks like the second shadow tackles the first one. A loud crack and the sound of something crumbling comes from behind me. I take a deep breath, gathering my courage and turn my head to look behind me. No one is there.

On the wall of the building behind me, to my left, there is a dent in the bricks a couple feet wide and long. The dent in the area of bricks contains a large scorch mark. I walk up to it and run my fingertips across the crumbling bricks. I quickly pull my hand back from the heat. I glance around at my surroundings nervously and peek up into the sky, not sure what I am expecting to see. Nothing unusual is in sight. Letting out a sigh of relief, I curse Patty for not answering her phone, and begin to sprint out of the alley.

This is the author’s first fic so it’s very important to leave her some love! (I call it primin’ the pump LOL!)

~oOo~ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/13165822/1/Vacation-Town

Reeling and traumatized from the death of her father and her subsequent move across the country, Bella finds herself in a popular vacation spot-in the off season. Here, she meets Edward, a boy dealing with his own ghosts, who she can’t help feel drawn to. Their tentative relationship grows as they learn to face their fears and learn that things might not be hopeless after all.

Rated: Fiction T – English – Romance/Hurt/Comfort – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 9 – Words: 16,963 – Reviews: 329 – Favs: 133 – Follows: 255 – Updated: Feb 12 – Published: Jan 2 – id: 13165822

She just turned seventeen but she feels like she’s already lived a lifetime-and-a-half.

Trauma does that to you, apparently.

Trauma also thrusts you into flashbacks when you hear a car horn nearby from a silver SUV pulling up to the curb. The phantom sound of crunching metal rings in her ears as Renee makes her way around the front of the car, her smile huge.

She hugs her and Bella winces as Renee’s arm squeezes her bruised rib, but her mother doesn’t notice. She holds on for too long and only lets go when Bella tries to shrug her off of herself. Renee frowns as she pulls away, surveying the stitches on her daughter’s face.

“Did they say if those are supposed to scar?”

Bella looks away, bile rising in her throat. That’s her biggest concern right now? She hasn’t seen her in nearly three years and her entire life was just thrown up in the air and instead of helping to pick up the pieces, Renee is commenting on the mess.

The trip takes exactly thirty-four minutes and she doesn’t even realize when they cross over the bridge onto the island, her eyes squeezed shut so tightly that it hurts.

The hotel, Summer View Suites, is small compared to the chain  hotels they passed, but is larger than the houses around it. Wooden shingles are painted bright pink and the shutters around the wide windows are teal. It’s so bright it’s jarring. The parking lot is relatively small and there’s only three other cars in spaces, the building itself lifted above them on the familiar stilts that everything seems to sit on here.

She takes survey of her “room.” There’s a small armoire in the corner and a table and chair under a round window facing the beach. Above the sand dunes now, there isn’t anything to block the view. The green-blue water is calm, far as the eye can see. She feels nervousness clawing its way into her stomach. She’s going to need to get a curtain.

She tears herself away from the window, using her good arm to start to unpack her duffle. Since the weather is so different on the island, most of the clothes she had were useless. She donated them before she left, though she couldn’t dare part with the old sweaters her dad had, the ones he’d wear when he drank his coffee out on the back porch on Sunday mornings.

“This is my favorite kind of quiet,” he’d said once on a rare occasion she’d joined him. The sun hadn’t quite reached that side of the house and the shade left everything covered in frost.

Her dad always said that there were different kinds of silence. There was the back porch, wind-blowing-through-the-trees quiet. There was fishing-off-the-docks quiet. The bad kind of quiet, the kind when the squad would run into something heavy at work and no one quite knew what to say.

In her new room in South Carolina, only hearing the hum of the AC throughout the hotel, Bella finds a new kind of quiet.

A lonely kind.

You’ll be pleased to know the quiet doesn’t stay lonely once Edward takes her under his broken wing!

~oOo~ROB ATTACK(banner by Belizabetty)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13199669/1/Heart-of-Stone

Struggling through tragedy and betrayal, Edward believes he’s living in a cold and loveless world with no choice but to harden his heart. He’s only living a numb half-life as his sole focus becomes revenge. If he forgets his true reason for living, is there anyone who can get through to him?

Rated: Fiction M – English – Angst/Hurt/Comfort – Edward – Chapters: 2 – Words: 4,684 – Reviews: 90 – Favs: 112 – Follows: 226 – Updated: 3h ago – Published: Feb 6 – id: 13199669

This story is full-blown angst on an angst train stopping at every angst station on the way to Angst Town.

Most of us are conditioned to live our lives as though we’ll be around until we’re grumbling over gray hairs. It doesn’t occur to the average person, untouched by the venomous hands of death, that this isn’t always the case. Some people die young; some younger than others.

We tend to take our days for granted, assuming nothing can touch us.

We slowly forget to say I love you every day, to never go to bed angry, or to hug our parents goodbye. We know that tomorrow is going to show with the sun, no questions asked. We become complacent.

We’re idiots, basically.

But when that tragedy hits close to one of us, then we suddenly understand the truth. It’s an ugly truth, but the bottom line is, we should treat every day as our last. We should take that leap, do that one thing that scares us a little. We should say the words in our hearts, and we should remember to call our parents and grandparents more often. We should have life insurance, and living wills, and burial plots.

Even with those basic preparations in place, nobody wants to think about their own death, and that included him. We should realize that we begin our journey to death the day we are born. No one knows when or why, just that everyone dies.

And when death came for him with its greedy touch, it came with a screech and a yank. It came with twisted metal and broken glass. It came with blood rushing out quicker than it could be staunched. It came on a harsh cry and a broken sob. It came with her begging him to save her, and him unable to do anything but kneel in the jagged shards of what was left of his heart and beg for their Lord to take him instead. It wasn’t quick or merciless, but agonizingly painful. He saw their promised forever slipping through his fingers faster than the blood she was losing. He thought of their little girl, who would grow up without a mother, left only with the man who’d let her mother die.

And, if you think losin’ his wife is the worst thing that ever happens to Edward, you’d be dead wrong!

~oOo~ROB ATTACK(banner by Lolypop82)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13179486/1/Break

“Be careful what you do to a good woman because when it’s all said and done, everyone will have to deal with the bitch you created.” – Author unknown. E&B.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Drama/Hurt/Comfort – Chapters: 7 – Words: 38,370 – Reviews: 1,469 – Favs: 622 – Follows: 933 – Updated: 20h ago – Published: Jan 15 – id: 13179486

For consistently mind blowin’, well written stories, you can’t do much better (if at all) than PattyRose!

One year after catchin’ her husband cheatin’ on her with her best friend, Bella opens up to a perfect stranger in a coffee shop.

“I have a love/hate relationship with windows. On the one hand, there’s so much to see through them. On the other hand. . . what is it about them that makes people feel safe?”

“Do you mean physically safe?” the stranger asked, his eyes still on the aforementioned window.

“No. Yes. What I mean is, people seem to think they can do the craziest things as long as there’s a window in front of them.”

“I suppose. . . there’s a false sense of privacy when you’re behind a window.”

“Yes. Take for example that man fixing his hair in his reflection and looking right through us as if we’re not even here.”

In my periphery, I saw the stranger nod. “Or that kid who’s got his ass pressed right up against my face.”

An involuntary chuckle escaped me. But then, I stopped.

“Windows tend to distract me and get me into trouble; so I really should end my love/hate relationship with them. There really isn’t much to see anyway, is there? Just people scurrying back and forth, either completely aware they’re on display or totally oblivious to the fact that their every move is being scrutinized.”

When the stranger didn’t immediately reply, I assumed my comment taught him the dangers of speaking with an unknown person.

“So. . . you don’t believe there’s anything in between?”

“Nope. People are either complete assholes or complete idiots.” I stood up. “Enjoy your coffee.”

A slightly humorous but pessimistic observation that makes Bella seem somewhat sane. But don’t let looks deceive you LOL!

Hmmm, I’m sensin’ a sinister fic theme developin’ here! Oh, well…it floats my boat LOL!

Happy Wednesday, y’all!

Rita

ROB ATTACK

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