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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~

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(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!

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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

ROB ATTACK

 

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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!!!

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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~

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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~

ROB ATTACK

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

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Random Rita ~ Saturday Feature Fic!

ROB ATTACK

Evenin’, ladies!

Yeah, it’s been awhile and, after findin’ myself sidetracked for so long, my plan is to ease back up onto the road with shorter but, hopefully, more frequent recs!

Right off the bat, I’m bringin’ you a story that will absolutely break your heart! Heed the author’s warnin’:

MAJOR ANGST. GRAPHIC VAMPIRE VIOLENCE
This story is very angsty and has scenes of extreme violence against vampires and humans. Consider yourself warned.
Told mostly from Edward’s POV with some insight from Carlisle.

Why would I do that to you, you might ask?  Because, when I stumble upon a story this deep and so well written, I’m compelled to share the author’s awesome talent with as broad an audience as possible!

Plus, I’m an AngstH00r…shoot me!ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/6183041/1/The-Guard

The newborn battle is over and Bella is dead. Can Edward survive without her? How can the Cullens save Edward from himself and his bad decisions. Does he want to be saved? Can Edward find another reason to live? MAJOR ANGST. GRAPHIC VAMPIRE VIOLENCE

Rated: Fiction M – English – Angst/Hurt/Comfort – Edward, Bella – Chapters: 20 – Words: 140,717 – Reviews: 152 – Favs: 86 – Follows: 49 – Updated: Jan 14, 2011 – Published: Jul 28, 2010 – Status: Complete – id: 6183041 

After Bella’s death, the Cullens are beside themselves tryin’ to keep Edward from doin’ anything stupid!

My family, much to my dismay, made sure running off to Italy would not be easy. My passport was confiscated, I was under twenty-four hour surveillance by one or more of them at any given time; and Alice was always watching. I was told and retold how Bella would not have wanted me to end my own life, how horrified she would be that her death would be the catalyst for my own demise. But the most persuasive argument came from Esme, who with a mother’s understanding and love, inspired me to believe that it was my duty to carry on Bella’s memory for all of eternity. I OWED her. If not I, then who would? She was an only child, her parents would be dead within the next half century, there was no one else, no other family. It was my duty to remember her, how she looked, her warm liquid, brown eyes, her dark mahogany hair, her pale complexion and beautiful full lips, and more importantly, her beautiful soul, her unselfishness, her kindness, her forgiving nature and how she loved me, passionately and without reservation; even her stubbornness and her endearing clumsiness that was so uniquely her. It was my duty to remember these things. With my head cradled in Esme’s lap, her encouraging words sounded reasonable, something that I could do for my Bella, a self-imposed purgatory for all the rest of my days.

(Fine time to be choppin’ onions *sniff!*)

The sudden appearance of a nomad is the catalyst to Edward’s descent into unendin’ madness…madness not of his own makin’ except that he put himself into its path!

He introduced himself as Nicholas. Judging from the dirty brown hair pulled back from his face, secured in a pony tail and the disparaging state of his clothes, the lack of shoes and his overall disheveled appearance, I surmised that he was a nomad with no permanent residence and no access to human conveniences like a shower or a fresh change of clothes. His demeanor was curious, but cautious as his riveting red eyes, surveyed my family assembling on the porch in our usual “V” formation reserved for greeting new “friends”. It wasn’t often that a lone vampire could approach six of his own kind as a stranger and not feel threatened, but this newcomer appeared quite genial.

There was a shift in his gaze and from Carlisle’s perspective I could see him glance up at my room. “Why do you keep one hidden away?”

I was immediately up from the bed and hovering near the window. From this angle I could not see my family, only the visitor. He was not looking up now; he’d raised the question and was watching Carlisle’s reaction, hoping to get some insight on my absence.

“My son has been going through some difficulties lately. We number six without him. I’m sorry but your one is not a threat to us so we did not feel his presence was necessary,” Carlisle said politely.

“No I imagine it wouldn’t be.” Nicholas smirked. He glanced up at the window again. Our eyes locked.

A change of scenery might cure your ills, friend. I’m always looking for a traveling companion.

“What difficulties could a peaceful coven have to deal with?” He looked at Carlisle expectantly.

I’m sorry Edward. Please try not to listen.

“Edward, lost his mate some months ago. Please don’t take offense to his absence.” Carlisle clearly did not want to discuss me with this stranger.

“Ahhhh, yes well that is understandable. I’ve never been mated myself, but I have seen the debilitating effects on the survivor. Though recovery is also possible; I’ve seen that too. One should never lose hope.”

“No of course not.” Carlisle’s fingers slid through his hair a gesture he resorted to in times of stress.

All the more reason you should come with me young Edward. I’m sure your coven mates care deeply for you, but having the survivor near can be extremely taxing on the entire coven. A break might be a nice change for both you and your family.

I found myself in Nicholas’ head watching my family. Three perfectly matched pairs. Emmett and Rosalie looked bored. Emmett clearly had been hoping the visitor would be less than friendly; he liked a good fight and never missed the opportunity to display his brawn.

Rosalie was thinking about changing the color of her hair, perhaps adding some red highlights. Esme looked tired, my mother actually looked tired. From her thoughts I could see she was clearly relived that this vampire posed no danger to her family, but troubled that the attention had been turned to me. She was thinking how she would ask me to go hunting with her later. She would tell me she was afraid that Nicholas still lurked nearby and she didn’t wish to go alone.

Jasper remained tense. Any reminder of his past life in the south always put him on edge. He was flipping through his memories too fast for me to focus on any specific one, looking for Nicholas’ face in them. I could see his fingers around Carlisle’s elbow where I usually gripped when communicating with him. Even without the gift of seeing thoughts, he was conveying his concerns. When I saw the faraway look in Alice’s eyes I immediately jumped in her head. Her vision was blurry but I knew it was me driving somewhere in my car.

Where was I driving to? 

Without givin’ away the whole story, Edward’s curiosity didn’t kill him but it sure tortured the hell out of him!

So, are you curious enough, and brave enough, to follow Edward on his incredible journey?

Stay tuned for more drive by fic recs!

Happy Saturday, y’all!

Rita

ROB ATTACK

 

 

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Random Rita ~ Wednesday Feature Fics!

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Evenin’, ladies!

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

 

ROB ATTACK

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Was that a human voice?

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

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

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

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

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

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

It would have captured life, not death.

~oOo~

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

(banner by HeartforTwilight Productions)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~oOo~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~oOo~

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

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

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

Categories: TwilightCanon Pairings

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

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

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

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

“Are you ready for a trip, my love?”

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

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

~oOo~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She tilts her head back. “Can’t?”

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

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

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

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

I’m not an amateur.

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

I don’t want to use Bella.

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

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

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

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

~oOo~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your butt isn’t big!” I said.

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

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

“Oh, don’t drag me into this!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shit.”

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

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

“Fooling around?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Ain’t that a bitch.”

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

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

“That’s admirable of you.”

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

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

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

“So, why Bella?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Say what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not even a scratch,” I smiled happily.

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

 

Until next time…whenever that might be!

Happy Wednesday, y’all!

 

Rita

ROB ATTACK

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