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Random Rita ~ Tuesday Feature Fics!

ROB ATTACK

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~

ROB ATTACK(banner by Heartfortwilight)

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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Random Rita ~ More Monday Mayhem!

ROB ATTACK

Evenin, ladies, and HAPPY NEW YEAR…seein’ as it’s still January!

With my first offerin’ of 2018, I bring you a variety of genres from high adventure to period romance, crime drama to high school drama and endin’ with a pair of supernatural fics with some intriguin’ twists and turns!

One of more of them should be right up your alley!ROB ATTACK(banner by MarieCarro Vanadessë)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12815303/1/Skyjacked

When the unthinkable happens on the way to visit her brother, Bella finds herself in terrible danger. More than just the elements are against her and the others as they fight for survival on a deserted island. She finds not only safety in Edward, but also her soulmate. Will that be enough if they aren’t rescued in time? Will danger continue to follow them?

Rated: Fiction M – English – Drama/Romance – Bella – Words: 1,982 – Reviews: 33 – Favs: 69 – Follows: 139 – Published: Jan 27 – id: 12815303

If that gorgeous banner is anything to go by, Sue has a real treat in store for us! So far, we just have the prologue but I’m already more than excited for her to start regular postin’ to find out what happened to land everybody in such a precarious predicament!

The five men we had last seen disappearing toward the horizon almost two weeks ago had not yet seen us and I was about to suggest we move inside the tree-line when Alice stepped up behind us out of the shade and into the light. 

“Hey, you two. Why didn’t you wait for me?” Her exclamation was loud, and at the sound of her voice, the heads of all four men turned in our direction. 

“Damn it, Alice. Don’t you ever notice your surroundings?” I whispered harshly. 

However, the damage was done, and the wide smile on the face I recognized as that of the leader, told me we were in a very bad situation.

“Both of you get behind me and move back slowly under the trees. Do not move from there until I tell you to, and if you get the chance, run.”

Alice, ever the ‘look after yourself first’ type of person, of course, did as she was told for the first time ever. But Bella? Somehow, I knew she wouldn’t.

“I’m not leaving,” she murmured. Wryly, I had to acknowledge that at least she’d stepped behind me, if nothing else.

Fair warnin’…this fic is not for you if you are in any way Team Jacob! The rest of us will enjoy the hell out of it LOL!

~oOo~ROB ATTACK(banner by FallingSnow Winter)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12778242/1/Passion-and-Propriety

There is absolutely nothing improper about the Vicar of Forkton’s spinster daughter nursing the badly wounded Viscount Masen back to health. Isabella is far too sensible to develop feelings for a man of Lord Masen’s wealth and position . . . a man who is determined to break the curse that has plagued his family for generations by letting his bloodline die out.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Drama – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 24 – Words: 75,089 – Reviews: 2,042 – Favs: 379 – Follows: 645 – Updated: 3h ago – Published: Dec 29, 2017 – id: 12778242

I just love it when a favorite author misses us so much they come back after years LOL! Elise has returned to us with a period romance you will find irresistible!

Edward was on fire, pinned down and unable to escape the burning pain.

The screams of men and horses rose above the heavy thud of the big guns spewing their deadly missiles. The battle for Arapiles, south of Salamanca, had begun well. The English-fired shrapnel, a new development, shifted the balance in the favour of the Anglo-Portuguese troops, but still their losses were great. Cut down by a spray of fragmented shell casings fired by the superior French guns, Edward’s cavalry unit was decimated. His personal demons—images of his men, his friends—swirled through his mind, their faces hovering before him. Then a real spectre appeared.

“We’ll have to remove your arm, Captain.”

The army surgeon loomed over him while the lantern above his head swung to and fro, in time with the familiar but unexpected sway of the ocean.

Edward felt steel cutting through his flesh.

“Not my arm!” he roared, struggling against their hold.

“Shh,” a woman’s voice soothed, her cool hand caressing his brow. “It’s going to be all right.”

His pride decimated by pain, Edward’s demands turned to pleas.

“Don’t take my arm. Please, I beg of you.”

“We’re trying to save it.” The unknown woman’s voice was soft, in stark contrast to the vicious pain radiating from his limb.

“Just let me die.”

“I can’t do that. You must fight to live”—the sweet voice scolded before changing to that of his father’s cruel tone—“but it would be better if you had never been born.”

Edward flinched away from his sire’s angry face. At least he had done one thing right, leaving no heir behind to bear the burden of the Masen Curse or hear such hateful words from a father.

Over and over, he returned to the war—different battles, different fields, but the sounds of gunfire and the smell of blood and death always the same. When it all became too much, his angel’s voice drew him back to the bed where he lay in his father’s room. How, in God’s name, he had arrived at his abhorrent location he had no idea.

Even if you think you’re not in the right head space for one…you will be for this one, I guarantee!

~oOo~ROB ATTACK(banner by HeartforTwilight Productions)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12742614/1/Eala

Edward Cullen and Bella Swan have an instant attraction from the first night he walks into her pub. The mob boss and the enforcer’s daughter have more in common than they know. Danger is the name of the game, but they must be willing to sacrifice their love for their safety. Will their secrets stay hidden, or will they spill along with their blood?

Rated: Fiction M – English – Angst/Drama – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 9 – Words: 22,490 – Reviews: 367 – Favs: 317 – Follows: 608 – Updated: Jan 25 – Published: Nov 30, 2017 – id: 12742614

Good Mobward fics are a joy forever and Alyscia’s Eala is no exception, especially with a bad ass Bella chafin’ at Edward’s reluctance to expose her to his world!

A moss-covered log cabin was the last place I thought my dad would take me. It was a ten-mile jog through dense trees to get to, and it was easy to overlook and run right past like I almost did, until my dad yelled at me to stop. “What is this place, Dad?” I asked in awe.

“Repeat yourself in Russian,” he demanded.

I huffed, “Chto eto za mesto, Papy?”

“Now Italian.”

“Cos’è questo posto, Papà?” I knew before he asked, so I repeated the phrase one last time in Gaelic. “Cad é an áit seo, Daid?”

“Perfect, sweetheart. You’re doing amazing; the accents are dead on. This is our safe house. I don’t want to use it, but I’m worried our security has been compromised.” His voice went from proud to serious.

I looked around and nodded.

“You come here if anything happens, Bella. You won’t have to worry about anything, I have everything taken care of.” Dad patted my back.

I felt numb at this information. “But nothing will happen, right, Dad?” I turned and faced him, the only person on this planet that I felt safe with.

He looked tired, with the weight of the world on his shoulders, but he was my hero. “I hope not, cailín leanbh.”

I opened my eyes, taking in my surroundings. I breathed in, closing my eyes at the peace. Edward came clean to me last night.

He’s a mafia prince. And because of what his family is, his mother was murdered much like my father. We talked until the sun started to rise. We talked about our childhoods, our dads, and his mom.

I began to smile, remembering the words he said before he left.

“You are my girl. I lied the other night. I just can’t risk your life, Bella. I don’t know how long we can make it work, but I want every minute of it. With you.”

“I’ll take it,” I whispered against his lips.

Nothing that he told me bothered me. What bothered me was his last name; Cullen. Something deep inside me told me I knew it from somewhere.

I got up out of bed and began my routine. I went for a run, I hit the shooting range, and ended at the gym. I felt eyes on me when I started sparring with two guys. My eyes wandered around the room, and they set on some very intense green ones. I felt hands grabbing my arms; he must have thought I wasn’t paying attention. I quickly knocked him on his ass and repeated for the second guy before calling it a day.

I’m waitin’ for Edward to realize what an invincible team he and Bella would make ’cause she’s very much capable of takin’ care of herself!

~oOo~ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12741123/1/Vancouver-Waves

At school, Edward Cullen and Bella Swan exist in entirely different social circles. One chance encounter allows them to see themselves in a new light, however, they agree to keep their budding friendship under wraps. With each harboring their own secrets, the question remains: which one will fall first? AU/AH

Rated: Fiction M – English – Family/Hurt/Comfort – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 7 – Words: 51,491 – Reviews: 268 – Favs: 209 – Follows: 425 – Updated: Jan 25 – Published: Nov 28, 2017 – id: 12741123

High school drama at its finest LOL! As the story begins, Bella is 15 and Edward just turns 16. Their fathers are colleagues and a dinner between the families sparks a secret friendship!

Bella’s here. In my room. With me.

It’s equal parts terrifying and exciting. I feel as if she’s just taking it all in, filing it away somewhere to consider later. Like a real therapist, who knows? She’s looking around now, her eyes rarely lingering on anything until they just do. She steps towards my pin-up board above my desk, where I have a large map of the world pinned.

“What are these?” she asks, her fingers reaching out to touch one of many a red pin. “Places you want to go?”

“Places I’ve been,” I correct, and her eyes widen. “Swimming kind  of takes me places. I like to keep track of all of them. It kind of makes me feel as if I’ve actually accomplished something.”

Her eyes meet mine for a moment, and the ridiculous feeling of sounding stupid disappears. “So, you like traveling?”

“Love it,” I say. “I’m headed to Singapore next.”

“When?”

“August.” I don’t mention Irvine, California, because why should I? It’s definitely not as glamorous as Singapore.

She lets out a breath. “What’s happening in Singapore?”

“The Youth Olympic Games.”

She smiles at me. “I didn’t even know there was such a thing.”

“It’s new,” I tell her. “The first of its kind.”

She nods thoughtfully, her intelligent eyes taking in the other pins.

“No South Africa, huh?” she asks, clearly referring to the World Cup that’s just begun.

I shake my head. “My father wanted to go, maybe catch a few of the World Cup games, but work.” I don’t mention how a trip abroad that’s not for swimming would just mess with my training schedule.

Not many people understand my dedication, and I don’t want to scare her away.

She nods her head in understanding, because she does understand, doesn’t she?

Oh, and here’s Bella’s first look at Edward in trainin’ *swoon!*

Because it’s Tuesday, Edward’s afternoon training session consists of an hour of dry-land training before he even gets in the pool. It looks like it hurts, all the core exercises and muscle-strengthening.

The facility itself is amazing. It’s probably the best in the city, which isn’t really far-fetched if Edward is training here to reach his Olympic dream. I can’t imagine Carlisle Cullen picking anything else for his son.

When he does get ready for the pool, and his tracksuit comes off; I can’t stop myself from staring. Jessica was right. His abs are to die for. It’s actually not fair. He’s lean and muscular, and it doesn’t look as if he’s finished growing at all. He’ll get taller, and he’ll get stronger, and I wish with all my might that he’ll get faster too. He deserves it.

There’s been so much action and drama packed into the seven chapters already posted, I’m anxiously awaitin’ the next update(s)!!!

~oOo~ROB ATTACK(original edit by Sally.vg@InRobWeLust)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12808992/1/Ghostly-Double

A doppelgänger (/ˈdɒpəlˌɡɛŋər/ or /-ˌɡæŋər/; German: [ˈdɔpl ˌɡɛŋɐ] ( listen), literally “double-goer”) is a look-alike or double of a living person, sometimes portrayed as a ghostly or paranormal phenomenon and usually seen as a harbinger of bad luck. True Rating: MA Strong language.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Supernatural – Chapters: 5 – Words: 19,440 – Reviews: 31 – Favs: 14 – Follows: 29 – Updated: Jan 27 – Published: Jan 21 – id: 12808992

Fifteen-year-old Bella meets Anthony Mason and his brother, Emmett, when she arrives in Forks to live with her father. Little does she know her new boyfriend has a deep, dark secret…but she’s about to find out!

I couldn’t pinpoint what was going on, but something wasn’t right. Anthony even acted weird toward me from time to time. I brushed it off as pressure from his studying and homework he needed to get done to prepare him for graduating.

No big deal, right?

I couldn’t be more wrong.

We decided to meet in our normal lunch time spot, even though it was freezing outside, so I made my way to the back wall. I finally felt like I had enough balls to ask him what was going on; why was he acting weird?

Turning that corner changed my life completely. It would never be the same, again.

Emmett had Jane against the wall with his face tucked into the side of her neck. At first, I thought they were having a hot and heavy make-out session, but when Emmett heard me come to a screeching halt, he looked up only for me to see red running down his chin.

Unless I was hallucinating, it was blood and he had fangs. That’s when I realized I had to get the hell out of dodge.

Anthony and Emmett take her to see their parents, Marcus and Claire, who explain things to a hysterical Bella. Although she eventually accepts them for who/what they are, more drama causes the whole family to disappear into the night so she hightails it back to her mother in Florida!

We were sitting, enjoying our sandwiches when a petite girl, around my age, approached us, “Hi, Ms. Swan.”

“Hi, Alice. We’re not in school anymore, so call me Renee.” Mom smiled up at her. “How are you?”

“I’m good. Glad that summer school is over; no offense,” she replied, quickly.

Mom gasped, “Oh, shoot. Where’s my manners? Alice, this is my daughter, Isabella. You’ll get to see her this school year. She just moved here from Washington.” I had told mom while we were trying on our dresses that I wanted to stay. She was excited that I wanted to live with her, again.

Alice stepped forward, extending her hand to me, “Hi! It’s great to meet you. Your mom talked so much about you during school or whenever her and Phil came over to our house.”

“I’m afraid to ask.” I smiled up at her, “It’s great to meet you, too.”

“So, Renee, you getting cold feet, yet?”

“Oh, heck no. Phil might, though. You may have to make sure your dad drags him to the altar,” mom suggested.

“I’m positive dad will make sure he’s there.” She glanced over at me, “Phil and my dad are best-friends, and my older brother Evan is Phil’s teammate,” Alice explained.

It seemed that I was so out of the loop with everything. I knew Phil had a best-friend named Carlisle, but I didn’t know he had any kids.

“You’re gonna be there, right? I know I spoke with your mom, and she said all of you were coming,” my mother inquired, raising her eyebrows in question.

Alice giggled, “I wouldn’t miss it. Edward’s even taking the day off from practice to come.”

It was my turn to raise my brows in question, wondering who they were talking about.

“Edward works himself too hard. He already knows he has a secure spot on the team.” Mom smiled and patted the seat next to her, “Why don’t you join us?”

“Let me order and I’ll be right back,” Alice said excitedly.

I leaned across the table to whisper to my mom, “I didn’t know Carlisle had kids?”

“Oh, yeah; three actually. Evan’s the oldest, and then Edward then Alice is the baby.” She patted my hand that was on the table.

“You’ll get to meet them Saturday. They’ll be at the wedding.”

Dun, da, da, duuuuun!

~oOo~ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/11470212/1/Number-Our-Days

Bella Swan is a time traveler, drifting between the past and present. Can the Cullens help her find the cure before time runs out?

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Adventure – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 32 – Words: 110,110 – Reviews: 1,138 – Favs: 1,229 – Follows: 700 – Updated: Mar 17, 2016 – Published: Aug 26, 2015 – Status: Complete – id: 11470212

I wasn’t too sure how closely this would follow The Time Traveler’s Wife, either the book or the movie, but I was more than pleasantly surprised by how vampires enhance TwistedKey’s plot!

The familiar sensation of time travel began.

It swooped from the crown of my head to my toes. The room lightened slightly. I turned my hand over and studied it. An incandescent glow was dancing under my skin. Renee told me once that my time traveling was beautiful. Beautiful and terrifying. My body seemed to emit the light from inside out, illuminating even the darkest of rooms. I vanished in a burst of white light, like a flash from camera.

The pull backwards was stronger than I ever experienced. An invisible net seemed to ensnare me completely, dragging my body from the bed and throwing me into the frightening abyss of time.

This trip was getting stranger by the minute. I went to the door and locked it, then hurried over to the newspaper. A theory was forming in my mind, but I refused to give into it until I had proof.

“The Chicago Tribune: August 3, 1908.”

Still disbelieving, I let the paper slip through my fingers. There was a window on the far wall. I ran to it, standing on tiptoe to see the outside world.

What I saw was not my world.

I allowed myself two minutes of unbridled panic. Never in my ten years of traveling had I been dragged so far from my own time. Typically, I landed in places somehow related to me. In the past, I’ve seen my parents marry a dozen times, been at the hospital on the night of my birth, and even watched myself disappear for the first time.

But I had no connection to this place. I had been dumped here, alone and friendless, nearly hundred years from home.

Well, her connection is just about to show up!

“Can I help you, miss?”

The maid from downstairs stood in the foyer; her eyes were narrowed. I folded my arms, momentarily thrown. I needed an excuse to be here. Something to convince her to let me be on my way. A flush spread across my cheeks as the silence lengthened. Before I could speak, a boy bounded into the room. He was seven or eight years old. His green eyes stared up at me in excitement.

“Hello! Are you my new nanny?”

“I’m . . . inquiring about the position, yes.”

I had some babysitting experience. Could a few decades change the way we minded children?

“Edward, don’t bother the girl,” the maid snapped. “Why don’t you find your mother? She’ll be waiting to conduct the interview.”

“Why don’t you go find her?”

I saw an opening and seized it. “Yes, that sounds like a good idea. I’ll entertain him until then.”

It was two against one. I waited until her footsteps died away before I turned back to the boy. “Edward, was it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said formally. “Edward Anthony Masen Junior. Pleasure to meet you.”

“Pleasure to meet you as well,” I laughed. “My name is Bella Swan.”

“Let’s go, Miss Bella,” Edward beamed, his solemnity forgotten. He took my hand. I let him lead me through the house to the parlor, where several toys were strewn around the room. He urged me to sit down, then explained that we were going to play charades. I pretended to be ignorant of the rules to collect my thoughts.

This trip was definitely the most unusual one so far. But I had been in difficult situations before. It was all about adapting to the challenge.

Isn’t baby Edward adorable? This won’t be the last time Bella crosses his path in her travels, although her next encounter with him will prove quite a shock!

~oOo~

ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/9989843/1/In-Fate-s-Hands

That one vision changed everything, Alice stumbled into the Cullen’s family distraught, empty and alone. That one vision meant Alice thought Jasper was dead, that he was never coming back. Now seven decades later, how will she cope when she finds out she’s been wrong all this time?

Rated: Fiction T – English – Romance/Hurt/Comfort – Alice, Jasper – Chapters: 66 – Words: 245,891 – Reviews: 579 – Favs: 160 – Follows: 182 – Updated: Dec 4, 2017 – Published: Jan 4, 2014 – Status: Complete – id: 9989843

I don’t believe I’ve ever rec’d an Alice ‘n Jasper fic before but I was intrigued by the summary when I looked it up after findin’ it listed as a TwifanfictionRecs Top Ten Completed Fics Nomination for December 2017!

I relaxed slightly as I heard Carlisle’s thoughts slip into my own.

He’d been missing over two hours without even a phone call in explanation.

Finally Carlisle entered the house and the blonde man trailed behind him, close but never within reach. His face and hands were so badly scarred that I unconsciously cringed away from him. He looked around warily as the rest of the family came to the door. I caught Carlisle’s eye as he began to explain his meeting with the strange vampire beside him.

After the initial fussing from Esme, Carlisle had introduced our family to the silent stranger. He had a lot of questions but didn’t voice them. He was confused mostly about our eyes, about how we could all be so civil to one another, but he stood silently beside Carlisle.

“Where’s Alice?” Carlisle asked.

“Upstairs” Esme told him, gazing worriedly towards the girls room.

“I’ll go and fetch her.” I would have offered to go myself, knowing that Alice was still struggling against her visions but I didn’t trust this new guest enough to leave.

A short time later I heard Alice and Esme begin to descend the stairs, Alice’s footsteps were sloppy and uncoordinated, all her focus on the throbbing pain in her head that was gradually getting more and more unbearable. It was the worst I’d ever seen it I heard her stumble on the stairs, and got up to see what was going on. “I’m fine” she told Esme, but her voice was hectic. The nomads head swung around to the door as she opened it. Alice took a few uneven steps into the room before she looked up and froze. Her eyes widened as she stared at the nomad.

“Jasper?” The strangled cry was all that she could do before whatever she’d been pushing away broke and we were both thrown into a frantic string of visions. Scene after scene, but they were different, they were in the past. Each and every one featured the blonde nomad.

“Catch her” I called through gritted teeth as Alice’s legs buckled.

Bella jumped up and pulled Alice into her arms, visions were forcing themselves through her mind, too intense to even allow her to think. She struggled in my wife’s arms, whimpering helplessly. Her eyes were hooded and dazed.

It began to take its toll on me, as visions began to overlap and the family grew more and more concerned. The voices in my head got louder. When Bella saw that I was struggling she extended her shield around Alice to block her visions from me. We were all so caught up with Alice that at first none of us noticed the nomad, or Jasper as we now knew, slide down the wall clutching his head.

“What’s going on?” Carlisle asked looking between the two of them.

“Whatever he can do, it’s not mental, I can’t block her from him.” Bella said.

I concentrated on Jasper’s mind, trying to connect his thoughts. He was trying to push something away from himself and when that didn’t work he was trying to figure out a balance. ‘Calm’ his mind chanted. Finally I found it “He’s feeling our emotions.”

“An empath?” Carlisle questioned finally knowing the reason for his breakdown in the ally, he felt the emotions of his victims. I nodded.

“What can we do?” Asked Esme, stroking Alice’s back. I thought back to what little I’d seen of her visions, the ones she’d pushed away all these years. They all contained Jasper. Her reaction was exactly the same during her surprise appearance in 1937 when she stumbled through our door scared and upset. It was all connected.

“There’s nothing we can do for Alice, this is what she’s been blocking, visions of him. She’s seeing every one of them starting from 1937” the rest of the family looked over to Jasper wondering how the two individuals were linked. He was still clutching his head and I started to feel pluses of fear and panic that weren’t my own.

‘Is he doing that?’ Carlisle thought, I nodded. “I think so, but he’s not conscious of it.” I told him. I turned to Esme and Bella “Take Alice upstairs until she calms down.

The effect on Jasper was almost instant, his body slumped. “Who the hell is she?” He snapped.

“You don’t know her?” I checked. He shook his head. “She certainly knows a lot about you.” He pushed his hair back from his face.

Now that he couldn’t pick up her emotions he began to calm down.

“What can she do?”

I looked over at Carlisle to make sure It was ok to tell him. Carlisle nodded. “She can see the future.” His eyes widened “She been blocking some of her visions for decades and we never knew why. . . I think they were about you.”

Despite all the spellin’ and grammatical errors, this young author, who was only 16 when she started writin’, has given us a surprisingly deep, sophisticated story that still has me rivited…I’m on chapter 53 *eyeroll!*

So broaden your horizons and give her a chance to astound you!

What fics have astounded you since my last post?

Happy Monday, y’all!

ROB ATTACK

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Rita’s Random Fic Recs ~ Monday Mayhem!

ROB ATTACK

Evenin’ ladies!

Every time someone brings me a new Edward, I fall in love with him just a little bit more! Who knew that was even possible LOL!

Hopefully, you’ll love these unique Edwards as much as I do!ROB ATTACK(banner by CeCe Melton)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12692165/1/She-Rocks-My-World

80’s Rocker, Edward Cullen, is the frontman for the enormously popular band, Cullen. He’s every woman’s dream; handsome, wealthy, and talented, but the elusive rocker has something to hide until an overwhelmingly gifted, doe-eyed beauty steals his heart at first sight and sound.
Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Family – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 5 – Words: 16,614 – Reviews: 388 – Favs: 285 – Follows: 554 – Updated: Nov 18 – Published: Oct 17 – id: 12692165

My piano faces stage-left, and I turn my head to address the audience as I lean into the mic, “Hey, Seattle, it’s nice to be close to home.” 

The crowd roars. 

“We’ve been on the road for nine and a half months,” I play a few notes.

Emmett stands at a mic and kids, “Time to check if you’re a daddy.” 

The crowd laughs. 

I defend, “In your fuckin’ dreams, my brother. I cover my joystick.” 

Jazz chuckles into his mic, “The man covers it twice.”

Garrett joins in from the back, “And how would you know, Dweeb?”

Jasper freezes and points. “He told me,” he spits.

“Spitting in the corner over there with a red face and angry eyes is my brother from another mother, Jasper ‘The Jazzman’ Whitlock, lead guitarist.” Jasper’s fingers move with precision. His strings siren the crowd to roar. “And he’s no peepin’ Jazzman!”

Jasper chuckles as he makes Gertie sing.

“On the drums,” I announce and point to Garrett. He flips his sticks, twirling them over his toms* and snare*, attacking his hi-hat* and screaming a ‘whoo oo.’ “My older cousin, the sex-starved beater, Garrett, ‘The Hammer’ Norman.”

Garrett takes a bow, and there are more roars.

“Yes, to my right, my big brother, the bad ass from Forks, the twinklest toes of the North West, and bass guitarist, Emmett, ‘The Love Machine’ Cullen.”

Loud screams and whistles blare through the air. Emmett, plucking out some low notes with a quick rhythm. Dimples deep, he moves his head from side to side in a grimacing fiercely in concentration.

“And yours truly, I’m Edward, ‘The Frontman’ Cullen.” I nod and the place shatters from the crowd’s reaction. “I’ll play any instrument if you’ll play mine.”

Through the blaring noise, I start to lightly play a soft melody.

Within seconds, you could hear a pin drop. I stop, finish my drink and continue to play. I lean forward to the mic and sing,

“I’m not the man you think I am.

I’m not the guy to say goodbye.“

I get a shiver, and I stop. Emmett approaches the piano, and I jump up, a little wobbly, but wink at him. He steps away, giving Jazz and Garrett the high sign.

Pulling a mic from a stand, I rasp, “Naw, naw, naw, we need some rock’ n roll. You fucking hear me, people.” I rouse the crowd clapping my hands and running from one end to the other. Garrett follows along with snaps on his snare. Emmett taps out the beat on his thick strings, as Jasper segues into the next song.

I jump onto my bench with both feet resting on the cushion and leap into a 360-degree angle doing a roundhouse kick with my right leg pointing straight up, running to stage left and pushing my legs off the wall into a backflip and then three handsprings. I stop in front of Emmett and he high-fives me.

One last jump; I set my boot-clad feet at the edge and push off strongly, doing a forward roll.

For three solid hours, we play three sets, introduce more new songs from the next album, and I’m about as dead as I can get. My head pounds and I’m numb all over.

The four of us stand center stage, arm in arm, bow in unison, saying ‘goodnight’ before exiting stage left. When we break apart, Emmett still has an arm over my shoulder, holding me up. “I got you, bro.”

Once the tour ends and the boys get to go home, Alice takes them out to Rosalie’s club to see a new singer.

Rosalie looks to the back hallway as Bella makes her way out clutching her guitar.

The crowd whistles, shouts, and claps.

Jasper hums, “Man, that’s a Gibson, Hummingbird Vintage Cherry Sunburst.” He exhales a low whistle.

I shake my head, “It’s a beauty.”

Emmett pokes me from the back. “So’s the girl.”

Bella sits on the stool adjusting her guitar strap around her shoulder flipping back her hair.

“I’m gonna leave all of you in Bella’s capable hands,” Rosalie announces, gives the mic over to her, as she walks off the stage sitting next to Emmett and Garrett.

Bella shyly clears her throat and looks around the room. She adjusts the top mic near her mouth, as the bottom one will amplify the guitar.

After a few strums of her strings, as she fine-tuning the sound, she begins to play and speak into the mic, “I’m really nervous.” She bites her bottom lip. “So, try to be kind.”

The crowd, ‘Aws.’

Bella notices Ali, and her eyes widen when she sees the rest of us.

She frowns as Rosalie mouths, “You can do this.”

Bella takes a deep breath.

I sit forward in my chair watching her closely. She has a light touch to her strokes.

“I’m going to cover a few artists’ songs from other artists. Hopefully, I’ll get brave enough and play a few of my own.” She softly laughs.

I can’t lean close enough, now. I anticipated this soft, sweet voice coming from her pouty alluring mouth but I’m finding just the opposite.

She plays the intro to ‘What about Love’ by Heart. Her voice is soft and sultry with the first few lines. With her eyes closed, she hits the high notes with ease. Jasper gasps and grabs my arm. I know what he feels. Rosalie nudges my side, over Emmett, and shouts, ‘Go, Bella.’

I hear Emmett telling Rose that she’s amazing, while Garrett taps out the beat on the table.

She plays the instrumental lead with pick in hand not missing a note. Jasper now leans forward watching her with eagle eyes. She continues the chorus.

Bella opens her eyes and looks in my direction, seemingly singing to me. Her focus doesn’t leave mine, and I draw into her. I can’t look away . . . and like a moth to a flame, she pulls me in.

The song ends, and everyone jumps to their feet.

Bella looks around with a shy smile, covering her mouth with her hands. “You sure know how to make a girl feel good.” She laughs.

“Thank you.”

I’ve been a huge Gabby1017 fan since she first showed up with Under My Nose and she just keeps gettin’ better and better with each new story!

(And, because I love you, I’ll share the stunnin’ black ‘n white version that came into my possession! Holy crap! Didn’t see those abs in the color version!)ROB ATTACK(banner by CeCe Melton)

~oOo~ROB ATTACK(banner by MarieCarro Vanadesse)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12679658/1/Irrevocable

It doesn’t matter when I live my life, as long as it’s with you.
Rated: Fiction M – English – Drama/Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 7 – Words: 17,265 – Reviews: 265 – Favs: 125 – Follows: 298 – Updated: Nov 18 – Published: Oct 7 – id: 12679658

The attic of the old house I was renting contained so many fascinating items. I was considering buying it, but for the moment, I wanted to rent and see if I could be happy here. 

Digging through to the back of the closet, a small box called my attention to it, though I couldn’t have said why. Lifting the lid, I found a large photograph album at the top; it was old, that much I could tell, its pages sepia-toned and crinkled with age. 

Fascinated by the prospect of a detailed look into the past, I pulled it from the shelf and turned to the window alcove, where I proceeded to throw a dust-covered cloth off what proved to be a loveseat. Sitting down and placing the box beside me, I opened it, excitement rippling through me as I removed the album from the top to find more photos and letters situated underneath. 

I was surprised they were in as good condition as they appeared to be, considering how old they were. Their age, like that of the books, gave them a sepia tone and some of them were creased and worn as if they had been lovingly handled. There were a few in frames, which were in better condition, depicting an older couple, her seated in a large throne-like chair, him standing regally behind.

I wondered who they were and what their story was. Had they lived in this house? How old were they? Were they married? Were they happy? Judging by the expressions on their faces, they didn’t seem happy, though looking closer there were laughter lines around their eyes. No airbrushing for them!

He, the man in the next picture, had much lighter hair, so I would guess it was blond, with eyes that were probably blue or gray. He was a little older than she, standing straight and firm, very handsome, dressed in a suit with a waistcoat of a different color.

The next picture of them, at their wedding, showed how happy they were; somehow, I was glad for their happiness. It wasn’t something I thought I would ever have, but if others found it, maybe it was out there for me, somewhere.

Four pages on, checking photographs that saw them a little older each time, I turned the page to find one with a baby in her arms. Her smile would have lit the heavens, I’m sure. They were seated together on the very loveseat where I was sitting. My eyes were drawn to the child, whose wide eyes stared directly at the camera; at me.

The visceral reaction I had brought a smile to my face as my fingers traced his features. I wondered what his life had in store for him. It was a silly thought, but I hoped he had been happy. 

Shaking my head at the idiotic thoughts running through my mind over a simple picture, I flicked ahead through the images of him growing up, though I never saw one of him with a woman.

Before I knew it, the evening was drawing in, and I was losing the light. I decided to carry this one box downstairs to the lounge and take a longer look at the letters underneath the photos. I yearned to know more of what happened to the beautiful couple; somehow feeling linked to their lives. 

Oh, there’s a connection all right!

The tiredness of the end of a long day, helped along by the drinks I had swallowed throughout the evening, allowed sleep to capture me, and I drifted off with the mirror in my hand, muttering the words engraved on the back and now in my mind.

Startled awake by the sound of the door smashing against the wall, I jerked up in shock, watching as he roared into the room, his eyes flashing to mine. A little daunted, I stood and put the sofa between us, unsure of his intentions. He stalked to me, growling under his breath and muttering something about . . . ‘get it over and done with’, before leaping over the barrier in front of him.

Part of me was admiring his physique, the other almost afraid of him, but underneath all that, his low growl and almost furious expression were turning me on. Nothing had done that for years, if, in fact, anything ever had. The feelings rushing through me were absolutely nothing like those I felt with either of my previous boyfriends.

Without a word, he grabbed for me, ripping my nightdress from neck to hem, exposing my breasts and nipples to the cool air of the bedroom. They hardened immediately, drawing his attention. His mouth descended on mine, invading and bruising wherever he touched. His fingers reached for my breasts and tightened on my nipples, just this side of painful, pinching and pulling while plundering his tongue inside my mouth. His leg found its way between my legs, pushing against me, forcing them apart.

And it only gets hotter from there *phew!* If you want to know how the hell that was even possible, you’ll have to read Irrevocable!

~oOo~ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12704575/1/Is-This-The-Worst-Time-To-Kiss-You

The town calls him “Berserky” who likes to wander into convenience stores, rip into beef jerky and gnaw on the sticks. Touch him, you’ll feel the consequences. Since his father’s death, he hasn’t been the same. I would know. I’m the only one with a good view inside his windows. Edward ‘Berserky’ Cullen Jr. is my neighbor and I remember I loved him once.
Rated: Fiction M – English – Crime/Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 3 – Words: 20,381 – Reviews: 165 – Favs: 200 – Follows: 412 – Updated: Nov 11 – Published: Oct 28 – id: 12704575

The results for this fic from the We Love Mobward contest!

Best ‘Boss’Validator’s Pick 1stJudges’ Vote – Counselor 1stJudges’ Vote – FallingInLoveInDecember 1st / Readers’ Vote 1st

The t-shirt was once white, but now it just looks worn and yellow. The robe is not one you’d find in a store these days. The plaid is a mix of browns, yellows, beiges and whites. It hits his knees, but when he bends in the yard to do his morning exercise in socks and flip flops, it rides up. And just to give a nice little visual, he doesn’t always wear those crisp white boxer shorts. The glory appears like morning, like looking into the sun, you have to look away. Not a bone of shame in that one.

The town calls him “Berserky” who likes to wander into convenience stores, rip into beef jerky and gnaw on the sticks in the middle of the aisle. No one would get near because if you did, you’d get whacked in the ear. Sharp and quick. It happened that day a few months back and to everyone’s surprise. Duly noted.

We went about our day, but not before we made sure to watch Berserky casually leave the store, robe waving away behind him. He had a handful of unpurchased beef jerky and vacant eyes. We realized the severity of this situation. He could hurt anyone. He wasn’t tamed.

I’m not sure exactly the day Berserky became this. . . unhinged. I try to think back on it. The days past, in class, when I called him Edward and he’d respond. Sharp green eyes. Sharp jaw. Sharp wit. Like a whip.

Some say he didn’t take his grandfather’s passing well. My guess it’s why he kept the robe. That thinned out cotton never left his grandfather’s shoulders when he was home. Some say it was when his mother died of a broken heart. No one was sure, but it was anyone’s guess. Edward Cullen Sr. was tragically murdered on that fateful day, the bones and skin finding purchase on gravel as he was dragged. Some whisper, here and there years later, that they can still find strands of his hair between pavement cracks, woven in weeds. Thick bronze hair.

The Cullen men were the most fierce, brawny looking males in town. Their looks got them in trouble. Loving or falling for any one of them was like making a deal with the devil. That cut up body of Edward Sr. was still young. Never even saw the age of 40. In those cracks, not a single woven hair was gray. Bronze strong.

I didn’t witness the scene. I don’t remember much anymore. Everyone got an eyeful, though. That body tied to the bumper of a Continental like a new parade came to town. Every elderly, child, man and woman saw an unrecognizable man, naked and bloody. Some limbs missing. A warning to the family.

No, Edward wasn’t well from that day on. That state of mind wasn’t part of his daily life or surroundings. I would know. I’m the only one with a good view inside his windows.

Edward ‘Berserky’ Cullen Jr. is my neighbor.

Now you see why it garnered such acclaim in the contest! You sincerely don’t want to miss this one, ladies!

~oOo~ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/6443914/1/Whenever-You-Call

Bella was always curious of the green-eyed man and outcast in the corner table of the coffee shop. When they finally meet, she is amazed by him, but she doesn’t know what she got herself into. Will the dark side of Edward cause Bella to give up on him?
Rated: Fiction M – English – Angst/Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 54 – Words: 471,216 – Reviews: 2,744 – Favs: 1,807 – Follows: 948 – Updated: Aug 21, 2011 – Published: Nov 1, 2010 – Status: Complete – id: 6443914

My COMPLETE offerin’ grabbed me by the throat from the Prologue and hasn’t let go since!

I couldn’t believe the mess I saw. 

There was nothing that was upright, except for the TV. The couch was tipped over as well as the tables; broken lamps were on the floor, broken pictures. . . only the artistic ones. The ones of little Alice were still placed perfectly on the wall. Her smiling face looking upon a room in shambles. A room that contained her broken brother who was sitting in the corner of the room. 

He looked up at me. His eyes. . . those weren’t Edward’s eyes. Those weren’t the eyes that captivated me the first time he laid them on me. Those weren’t the eyes I tried to remember when I was away from him. It wasn’t the eyes I saw in my dreams, they weren’t the eyes that I saw when he was laughing, and those just weren’t it. I don’t know who’s eyes those were, but they didn’t belong to the man I loved. 

“Bella!” He said. He scrambled to get up from the ground but he tripped. 

“Edward!” I yelled. He landed on broken glass. “Oh, baby. . . ” I went to reach for him, but there was something telling me I shouldn’t. I clenched my hands at my side. 

“Bella, get the fuck out of here. Seriously. I don’t want to see you right now.” 

His words sliced through me. Slow, agonizing slices. It wasn’t so much his words, but the tone he used. He was scaring me. There was blood on his hands from catching his fall on the glass. He didn’t even acknowledge it. He wasn’t there. I didn’t know what was going on. 

“Edward. . . please don’t push me away.” 

He laughed. Laughed. “You want me to pull you towards me? Fuck no. Leave. Seriously, Bella. Go. Now.” 

“Edward, what’s the matter with you?” I asked him.

He gripped onto his hair tightly and groaned. “Stop crying! Fuck!” I didn’t even notice I was. I didn’t know where my head was. Everything was a blur.

A forced back a sob. “I’m sorry, baby, I am just worried about you. What’s the matter. . . let me help you. How can I help?”

“You can’t help me. This is who I am.”

“No it’s not. Don’t say that.” I didn’t care what he said. This was not Edward. This was. . . I don’t know, but it wasn’t him. I was in such a state of confusion and hurt that it made it difficult to think straight.

“How do you fucking know? You don’t even know me, Bella!”

“I do know you. Can you stop yelling?”

“Shut up. Just go, seriously.” He said and walked past me, heading towards the hall.

I grabbed onto his shirt to pull him back, and he turned and pushed me off of him. I stumbled back a little, but I didn’t fall. I bet if I did fall on the glass on the floor, it wouldn’t have hurt as much as I was hurting in that moment. Edward had just pushed me. This wasn’t him, but it didn’t stop me from getting angry that he pushed me.

“Edward. . . ”

He got close to my face. “The door is that way.” He said in between gritted teeth. He put his hands on my shoulders roughly and turned me in the direction of the door. “Go.” I had to leave. I loved him but he was being rough with me. What was causing this? Has he ever hit Alice, or Bev? No. . . he couldn’t have.

I looked over at him. His eyes were wild. They were on me, but they weren’t completely focused. He was sweating so badly, I could see the little droplets fall down his beautiful face. His hair that was usually sticking up was falling over his forehead from being wet from his sweat. His face was red. He was livid. He pushed me. This wasn’t him. There was no way.

“Please promise you will be okay.” I pleaded. I wasn’t going to stick around and force the situation.

If he really wanted me to leave like this, I would go. I wouldn’t leave this building though. There was no way in hell. I needed some answers and I needed to check on Alice. She wasn’t doing so well and she must be so scared.

“I’m never okay. It’s something you should learn. Now fucking leave.” He let go of me and turned his back toward me.

He put his hands in his hair and pulled and groaned. He kicked a pile of glass that was on the floor and punched the wall making a hole in it. I covered my mouth from the sob that was threatening to come out.

What has gotten into him?

I turned away from him before I couldn’t help it but stay in the room with him, making Edward more upset. I opened the door and walked out. I shut it softly, and leaned my back on it. It hurt to be away from him, especially at a time like this. He didn’t want me to touch him. He didn’t want to talk to me. He didn’t want me talking to him. He didn’t even want to see me. That wasn’t the Edward that I had grown to know and love.

I needed answers.

Hell’n I haven’t gotten past chapter 13 yet so I’m lookin’ to find out what the hell is goin’ on with Edward, too!

Which fics have been ownin’ you?

Happy Monday, y’all!

Rita

ROB ATTACK

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