Best wishes for the holidays, ladies!
There were too many wonderful Christmas fics to choose from, especially after the release of the Naughty and Nice Contest entries, so today’s featured fics cover other genres, as well!
My first two recs are out of this world…literally, by two authors you may not have heard of until now but I’m sure it won’t be the last!https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12732842/1/Only-the-Beginning
“She wants to rant and scream hurtful profanities at this life invader, while the other half of her wants to pull him on top of her and scream about something else entirely.” AU, E/B, OOC, Alienward
Bella Swan pulls her shoes off, grimacing at the smell of French fries emitting from her uniform, and slouches against her plush couch with a sigh. Her feet were mega sore from the double shift she pulled at Ollie’s, brain tired and numb from the hours of repetitive tasks.
Her mind eventually wanders and she begins musing over some conversations she had with some customers she’d served when her entire house shakes and the lights all around her flicker on and off rapidly before suddenly dimming to black.
She inhales in surprise, her trembling hands find her phone and switches it on for light.
What was that loud boom sound she heard? It lasted only seconds, but enough to spook her. And enough to alert her giant, lazy great dane, Red. Normally a dog who rarely raises his head to bark at the weekly mailman, his behavior now is strange. Red’s ears are low and his teeth bared, the only sound coming from him a low, but threatening growl.
Something feels wrong to Bella, but she brushes it off with logic.
The frigid night air hits Bella like a slap in the face as she opens the front door. She has a flashlight in one hand, her father’s knife in the other. Her cell phone is resting comfortably in her back pocket next to an extra pair of batteries for her flashlight – she feels ready for whatever may be ahead.
She follows the rock pathway to the driveway and makes her way to the backyard, sticking close the edge of the house. Her fist tightens around the knife, and then around her flashlight to steady it from her nervous shaking. Why is she so afraid?
She scans the backyard with a heavy beam of light, coming to a shaky stop on an old tool shed she’s never once bothered to go in. It’s completely demolished. The roof looks as if it caved in so significantly that the walls around it exploded. Littered pieces of wood scattered around the main mess, the light from her flashlight beaming off pieces of glass from the shattered shed window.
Bella’s breaths become labored, and her stomach rises to her throat.
The crater next to the shed is the size of a VW Bug with a sizable trail at the end that snakes into the forest. Her jaw is hung open in awe, she’s never seen anything like this in her twenty-two years. She is hoping for an asteroid or a satellite, but she sees no rubble or debris.
Shaken to her core, Bella frantically screams, “Hello?! I heard the crash! Is anyone out there?” She hears nothing in response. Alarmed that someone might be dying and need her help, she inches her way towards the end of the trail. She is yelling and yelling, “hello? Hello?
I’m here to help!” and waving her flashlight beam through the trees, searching for life, searching for a body, a mangled corpse…anything.
Instinctively, Bella refrains from reportin’ this strange hole to the authorities but enlists her best friend, Rosalie, for a her opinion.
Later that night, after a grueling, busy dinner and happy hour rush at Oliver’s, the girls determinedly make their way through Bella’s backyard towards the used-to-be-shed. Red is steadily following behind them, although he looks like he’d rather be anywhere else. While Bella bends down to pat his head, Rose inhales a loud gasp at the explosive demolition that is the shed.
“This is way deeper than I thought it’d be,” Rose says, nearly breathless. She tiptoes to the edge of the hole surrounded by the debris. “It’s not the shape I expected either.”
At that, Bella cocks her head and stands up. “What do you mean? It’s oval.”
Despite Red’s whine of protest, she slowly walks up to her friend to look down at the hole. Rose points out her finger with the flashlight beam on the small indents at each end of the oval, she counts five total – three on one end, two longer indents on the other. Bella is surprised she overlooked this observation the night before. However, with her panic in searching for a dead body, she could understand why she’d miss the small details. Now that she had the opportunity to really look at it, the hole formed to that of a large human shape.
“Do those three indents look like a head and arms to you?” Bella rushes out quick, before she loses her nerve by being the first to suggest something crazy. “A-and,” she stutters, “and those two longer ones at the bottom… legs?”
Rose takes a step back from the hole, and grabs Bella’s hand tightly, hurriedly pulling her to the house.
“Rose?” Bella asks urgently, “What is it?” She is ushered into the house with Red hot on her heels.
Rose makes sure they are secure inside and closes the door after them, locking the deadbolt. She takes a step back from the door and holds Bella’s hand. She looks over her shoulder at her best friend of eight years and says, her voice pinched with worry, “Bella…I know I sound like a crazy bitch but whatever was in that hole… it’s still out there.”
Gabby1017 pimped this author / story at chapter 6 of She Rocks My World…THANKS, GABBY DARLIN’ *HUGS!*
Bella is a successful E.R. nurse, so successful that she’s been offered an opportunity to be apart of the Colonization plan. That plan includes a long space travel to the planet Outerra and make a life. She never had much of a life on earth, so making a new life on a different planet was going to be tough. Maybe the right Outerrian can give her a life she never dreamed of.
“Morning dad.” I said, kissing him on the cheek.
“Morning Bells,” he said.
“What are you looking up?” I asked.
“I’m looking up Outerra. You have two weeks to get prepared and I want to make sure you’re ready.” He said.
I leaned over the bed and looked at his air tablet.
“Everything there sounds so nice. The air is cleaner, the water is unpolluted, the ground is rich. Bells, you’re going to have such an amazing life.” He said.
I laughed, “Sounds like it.”
“And, it won’t be over populated, like it is here. And the inhabitantsare all friendly.” He said.
“Really? How friendly could they be? I mean, aliens are coming to their planet to colonize.” I laughed.
“Apparently, the reason they agreed to this is because their species is dying. And the human race is compatible with theirs.” He said.
“Ah, so it’s like a breeding program?” I said.
“Hey, I bet you’ll meet a nice young Outerrian and live a happy life with him.” He said.
“What do they even look like? Do they look like us?” I asked.
He switched to images, only a few popped up. I scanned over the few photos. They looked pretty humanoid; two legs, two arms, proportionate size, no slimy tentacles or beaks, or anything that we’ve encountered from other lifeforms through our exploration of our vast universe.
“Hmm, they don’t really seem alien. I guess that’s a good thing.”
“Yeah, you won’t be able to tell the humans and the Outerrians apart,” He clicked on a website on Outerrian culture, “Well, except this. It says on this official website that Outerrians have long tails.”
“Tails? Oh, that’s a major difference. What do the tails look like?” I asked.
He scanned through the website, “It just says their tails are long and covered in short hair, ranging from dark brown to black. Sometimes a rare reddish color.”
I made a slight face, “That’ll be interesting.”
“I’m glad you didn’t chicken out on me. I’m really glad you’re going,” he said, continuing his research.
“No, after our talk last night I really want to go. It sounds like a fresh start and its exciting,” I said, “So I’m going to call them today.”
“Your life is going to be a hundred percent better,” He said.
And a new TAILWARD streaks across our universe *woo hoo!*
Bella, a pretty and smart girl is leading the picture-perfect life. Edward, a rebellious and lost guy is barely passing the twelfth grade. Follow these two after they end up in bed together at the beginning of senior year and try to navigate a teenage pregnancy.
“Nooooo!” I cried as a sharp contraction hit. “I want the drugs!” I shouted as I squeezed Alice’s hands. At first, I wanted to see if I could do it naturally but I felt like my insides were being ripped apart. I needed the epidural if I was going to get through this day. Especially since I’d been in labor since one o’clock and I only dilated one more centimeter.
I was only halfway there and I’d been at this for six hours.
“Please! I want the drugs!” I cried as tears streamed down my cheeks. Edward had disappeared again to try and reach his Mom again, but I knew he wasn’t getting anywhere. She wasn’t going to show up. Even though he claimed he didn’t care, I knew he wanted her here. We weren’t keeping this baby, but it was still a big deal.
He was scared regardless and just wanted his mom to be there for him for once in his life. I understood that. My mom and I weren’t very close, but I still wanted her here for the birth of our son.
“Shhh,” Alice soothed. “You’re doing great!”
“Shut up!” I yelled. I knew my sister was just trying to encourage me, but I was in too much pain right now. “Sorry,” “It’s okay,” She assured me. “I give you permission to be as mean as you want to me while you’re in labor.”
“Thanks. You’re a good sister,” I laughed.
My doctor came to give me a checkup and laughed when I begged her for the epidural. She left for a few minutes and returned with what she needed and gave me the epidural. Within fifteen minutes, I was already feeling better. When Edward came back into the room, I didn’t want to cut his head off as much as I did earlier.
“What’s up?” He laughed when he saw me lying in bed.
“She got the drugs.” Alice rolled her eyes.
“I thought you were doing this naturally?”
“Naturally my ass!” I laughed. “You try pushing a person out of your penis and tell me if you wanna do it naturally,” I huffed. “Plus, that shit we learned in the birthing class did absolutely nothing.”
“As long as the baby is okay,” He gently placed his hand on my stomach. I watched as he smiled at my rounded belly and felt this horrible ping of guilt. He wanted to keep this baby and I told him it wasn’t an option. We’d been arguing about it since I made the decision, and he agreed to what I wanted.
But I could tell how much he wanted this baby to be his.
“Carlisle and Esme. . . ” I wanted him to meet them. Officially.
“Do you need more ice?” He asked as he removed his hand and grabbed the small ice bin next to my bed. Without an answer, he left the room in search of ice and left me alone with my sister. I knew he was getting me more ice as a way to avoid the conversation, but we needed to talk about this. He’d told me to do whatever I wanted after an argument and he thought I was going through with the adoption as an excuse. Trust me, if we were older and more stable I would have kept the baby.
But we weren’t. We were just about to graduate from high school.
We wouldn’t be able to do this. Carlisle and Esme, however, were grown adults. With jobs and a beautiful house in Tacoma and money to support the baby. And they had a whole lot of love for him and he wasn’t even born yet.
“He’s not dealing with this, Bella.” Alice sighed.
“It’s his. . . ”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence!” I screeched. Alice let go of the subject as Edward came back with more ice. I knew he wasn’t dealing with the adoption, but once this baby boy was born he was going home with another couple. I understood how hard this was, but it was best for everyone. I didn’t want my boy raised in a broken home, being tossed back and forth between his parents. I wanted him to grow up in a stable house where his parents could focus all their attention on him. He needed stability and the two of us weren’t going to be able to do that for him.
I just hoped Edward would come to terms with that sooner rather than later.
As many fics as I’ve read about Edward and Bella as pregnant teens, I’ve seldom come across one that puts me in their shoes like this one!
“Some wounds don’t heal, they fester until they destroy everything good you once had inside of you.” – Bella’s desire to help people recover from traumatic events implodes when she discovers the terrible truth about her own family. Can a new love survive so many hardships and be the light that breaks through the darkness? – ALL HUMAN, Bella POV, B/E, No cheating, Dark Content, HEA
Bella’s cousin, Jasper, has been workin’ with her to get her equine therapy ranch up and runnin’ but his imminent deployment to Afghanistan leaves her short handed.
“Rose, I really am busy, so can you just tell me why you called so I can get back to work?”
“Okay, okay, so I’m sending someone to come stay with you.”
“Whatahuh?” I asked confused. “Someone to stay with me? How so?”
“Jasper called me after he left there. . . ”
“Ugh!” I whined again, already knowing where she was going with it.
Rose continued as if she didn’t hear my complaint. “His name is Edward Masen. He’s a handyman that did some work on our bathroom last week.”
“He did work for you? That’s the only way you know this guy? He could be anyone.”
“I checked his references,” she defended herself.
“Ugh! If you just talked to Jasper about this a little bit ago, how have you already lined up this guy?”
“He gave me his number last week and said to please call him if I needed anything else done. So after I got off the phone with Jasper, I called him. . . and he said yes!”
“He was just like – ‘Sure, I’ll go stay with your friend out in the country and do random maintenance work around a ranch’? What kind of guy would agree to something like that without even surveying the job first. . . or the condition of the place he’s going to be staying in? Or the terms of employment?”
“Oh, Bella, you are far too paranoid. I’m sure it’ll be fine. The guy is like. . . a drifter, or something.”
“A drifter? Wow, this just sounds better and better.”
“Oh, come on. He’s not a serial killer,” she argued.
“How do you know?” I shouted in frustration. “You, being a Cullen, should understand that terrible monsters really do exist. Knowing what happened to Alice, how could you just invite a random strange man to come live with me out in the boondocks with no neighbors close enough to hear me scream?”
“This guy is nothing like. . . that creepy old guy that took Alice,” she whispered, obviously not wanting anyone around her to hear what she was talking about.
“And you know that for sure, how?” I challenged her. “Because a couple of his references checked out?”
“Yes, and because he’s really good looking. . . ”
“Yeah, so was the guy who took Alice,” I said perturbed.
“Oh Bella, look, I know you grew up in that situation, and everyone around you was always paranoid and freaked over everything, but not everyone is bad. Not even most people are bad. This guy seems very genuine, and he was looking for work, and said he’d be willing to travel. So when Jasper said you could really use someone staying out there with you to help around the ranch, I thought of him immediately and called him. He’s not a murderer. He has a clean record. Young. Handsome. Just someone looking for a fresh start. Much like you.”
“Wait, did you say his name is Manson? OK, nobody with that last name has ever been good. Marilyn Manson, Charles Mason. . . ”
“His name is not Manson, its Masen. Edward Masen. Come on, you’re getting silly with this.”
“I don’t know,” I said, mostly to myself. I hated pre-judging anyone, but with the upbringing I had, it was definitely difficult to trust strangers. Then again, if all went well, I’d be opening the ranch to strangers all the time, so I supposed I needed to learn to somehow come to terms with my fear of the unknown. And I really did need the help. . .
“I guess its OK if he comes. . . . On a trial basis only! If I get acreepy vibe or he steps one foot out of line, he’s gone.”
“Good, he will be there in a couple hours,” she said, taking me aback.
“What? He’s already on his way?”
“I hope you’re planning something good for dinner.”
“What? I told him you’re a good cook,” she giggled, knowing all too well that I was a terrible cook.
Of course, Edward turns out to be just what Bella needs, both around the ranch and at her side! However, something about him seems strangely familiar to everyone who meets him…includin’ Bella!
Okay, so I couldn’t resist…here’s a couple Christmas recs, too!
Bella is driving in a snowstorm back to her hometown for Christmas. Along the way, her car gets stuck in a snowbank. Edward is a tow truck driver and pulls her out. Can an uptown girl fall for a guy with grease on his hands?
Bella, an uptight, cold executive, is on her way home for Christmas. The first Christmas she’s been home since she started working for the Fortune 500 company that hired her from college, almost ten years ago. The only reason why she’s going home is to meet her brother’s new wife and her parents threatened to cut her out of the will if she didn’t make time to see her family. However, it’s snowing, a blizzard and Bella’s car wasn’t really designed for the cold. Or snow. Or anything other than sunny, perfect weather.
Edward Cullen is alone on Christmas Eve, working, as usual. His family was long gone and all he had left was his family business, Cullen Towing Service and Garage, though that wasn’t going well for him. Business was slow. His bills were piling up and he was afraid he was going to lose his livelihood if something didn’t turn around. Over the radio, he heard about a stranded driver, stuck on the back road.
Edward pulled on his winter coat, gloves and started his truck, driving to the location.
A small sports car was stuck in a ditch, almost completely covered with snow. A beautiful woman, wearing heels and a fur coat was shivering outside her car. Edward immediately recognized her as the girl he once knew and had secretly crushed on for years. Her brother, Jasper, pretty much told him to fuck off and said that she was too good for him, a grease-monkey, a blue-collar boy.
Can this uptown girl fall for a guy with grease on his hands?
You know I still love Billy Joel’s song ‘Uptown Girl,’ but when I looked up the music video on YouTube, I was shocked to discover I had completely outgrown it *whimper!*
Grinchin’ ain’t easy, but Edward Cullen makes it look so damn good.
Standing, Carlisle holds up a packet of paper and rounds the table. “Your internship is coming to an end, and I must say you’ve both done a tremendous job over the past few months. We’re very pleased with your individual work, however, now we’d like to see how you work as a team.” He places the packet between us. “For your last assignment, we’re asking you both to coordinate the annual holiday party together.”
I hear Edward huff beside me.
“Esme’s already taken care of booking the banquet hall; you two will be responsible for the rest.”
Narrowing his eyes, Edward scans over the first page of the packet.
“What exactly does the rest entail?”
“Menu, centerpieces, DJ, employee gifts, and the like,” Rosalie answers, sliding a company card across the table. “Spending limits and budget suggestions are on the last page.”
Edward’s head snaps up. “Who are the Mr. and Mrs. Claus suit rentals for?”
“You, ya’ big dummy,” Emmett Cullen says as he enters the boardroom, ruffling his brother’s hair when he passes.
Smacking his hand away, Edward turns to his mother. “I want to file a formal complaint with H.R. on Emmett.”
Esme tilts her head. “Are you feeling unsafe?”
“No, just mildly annoyed.”
“Join the club,” Rosalie grumbles, shooting a look at her husband.
“Now, now, don’t get your tinsel in a tangle, little brother.” Emmett plops down in his seat, grinning.
Edward’s jaw clenches as he fists the packet, and I can tell by the slightly protruding vein in his forehead that he’d happily tangle tinsel around his brother’s neck at the moment, so I redirect. “Does this assignment take precedence over our day-to-day job duties, or would you like us to handle this in addition to our current workload?”
“We’d like for you to take care of this in addition to your current workload.” Leaning back in his seat, Carlisle props his elbows on the arms of his chair and steeples his fingers. “In the past, this has proved to be an excellent way for our interns to demonstrate their ability to work cohesively with others.”
“The CRM holiday party is one of the many ways we show our employees our appreciation for all of their hard work throughout the year.” Esme smiles warmly. “We hope you two will put together something fabulous that makes it clear to them how much they mean both to this organization and the Cullen family.”
I glance at Edward, who’s looking at our to-do list with the same pained, disbelieving expression my old roommate wore while watching the Dirty Dancing remake.
“Three weeks,” Carlisle says, holding up his fingers. “Think you two can pull it off?”
Edward and I exchange a look before turning back to his family. I paste on my most self-assured smile and pray I sound remotely convincing. “Absolutely, sir.”
Although it’s only a one shot, anything LayAtHomeMom writes is golden and this fabulous Christmas tale is no exception!
Merry Christmas, y’all!