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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~

ROB ATTACK

(banner by IpsitaC77)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~oOo~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ve missed you.”

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

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

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

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

~oOo~

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 ~ Friday Feature Fics!

ROB ATTACK

Evenin’, ladies!

Got some electrifyin’ treats for you today! You know…the kind where the hairs on your arms and the back of your neck start to rise and you haven’t even finished readin’ the first chapter!?!

So let’s get right down to it…no sense burnin’ daylight LOL!ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12649377/4/Until-You

At the start of her senior year in a new school, Bella is assigned a project with a partner who has a harrowing tale to tell. She soon learns that the kind boy she’s working with hides a broken spirit behind a smile that convinces everyone but her. With him, she will discover how to love through adversity; with her, he will uncover a passion to live and love without bounds. AH, OOC

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Friendship – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 4 – Words: 17,995 – Reviews: 180 – Favs: 103 – Follows: 250 – Updated: 10h ago – Published: Sep 12 – id: 12649377

Just when I think high school fics have been done to death, someone (or two) comes along and proves me soooo wrong!

“For each quarter of the year, you will be doing a project with a classmate or group of classmates. Today, I would like for you to go ahead and pair up with someone around you. Projects will formally begin next Monday, but this way you can go ahead and get acquainted with your partner.”

I wished Angela and I had been sitting closer, but she immediately turned around to ask the guy behind her to be her partner. I couldn’t remember, but I thought that was Ben, one of the guys from lunch that was in the band. Angela looked like an actual heart-eye emoji when she turned to look at him, and I sighed, knowing she’d had never picked me over her apparent crush.

I leaned forward, ready to tap the girl in front of me on the shoulder, but she turned to her right and asked the girl beside her.

I looked around, but quickly, all these kids who’d known each other for years were pairing off, and I was the new girl, the faceless among friends.

Finally, I heard a throat clear behind me and I turned to the boy.

“Would you like to be my partner?” He asked, not shyly but almost hesitantly, like he was used to hearing “no.” Like there was a reason I’d be put off by his asking.

“Yes, please. Thank you,” I answered, and his shoulders visibly relaxed. “I’m Bella,” I said, and like a dork, I held out my hand to him.

“Edward,” he replied and took my hand. He was wearing a fingerless glove on his hand like he was about to go lift weights. I thought it odd but didn’t mention it. His handshake wasn’t at all firm like I anticipated when I saw the well formed muscles of his arms under his t-shirt.

“So, are you new to Forks?” He asked politely, and I was happy that he was making conversation rather than just sitting quietly, awkwardly.

“Is it that obvious?” I asked with a chuckle. “Odd one out over here,” I said, pointing to myself dramatically.

“I know the feeling,” he said with a grimace.

“Were you once the new kid, too?” I asked, hopeful that I wasn’t the first intruder this tiny town had ever seen.

“No. . . ” he trailed off. His eyes, light greenish blue, looked incredibly sad in that moment. But he forced a smile on his face, and I noticed how handsome he was. His hair was brown with a tinge of red, cut close at the sides and gelled over neatly on top. His complexion was fair and smooth.

“Alright class,” Ms. Moore started. “You will get the full instructions for this project next Monday, but for now, go ahead and exchange emails, numbers, add each other on Facebook, whatever it is you need to be able to contact your partner and stay abreast of the project,” she said. If she heard one of the guys in the back chuckle at ‘abreast’, she ignored it.

“So, Bella, can I have your number?” Edward asked when I turned back to him. He winked and I laughed. His eyes and smile were brighter, more genuine.

I rattled off my cellphone number for him and plugged his into my phone.

“The bell will be ringing soon, folks. Go ahead and pack your belongings,” Ms. Moore said. The classroom was loud with chatter as we all shuffled our things back into our bags.

I stood when the bell rang, turning back to Edward to bid him goodbye.

“Have a good rest of the day, Bella. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Edward smiled.

“Bye, Edward. . . ” I trailed off, and suddenly, as he moved to leave the classroom and towards the second door at the back of the room, things started to make sense. Why there were ramps in all of the areas where there were also stairs, why there was an actual car parked in the one handicapped space at the front of the student parking lot, why Edward was wearing gloves on his hands.

Everything about this fic draws me in…a wounded Edward…a sweet but snarky (when she needs to be) Bella…a Charlie to admire and a gaggle of colorful new friends!

My new girl status didn’t bring much unwanted notoriety after the first day. The new friends I’d made, especially Jessica and Angela, had been welcome. Both were exceptionally kind. Even Lauren, who was very quiet and bookish, had started making conversation with me at lunch the day before.

Tyler and Mike were best friends who reminded me of Zac Efron and Corbin Bleu in High School Musical. I was just waiting for them to tell me to get my head in the game. They were both on the football team, too.

Ben, who sat across from Angela (and gave her the same adoring looks she gave him), was hilarious. He was a big reader and movie watcher, and his jokes kept us all in stitches most days. He could quote every funny movie and all the best Michael Scott quotes.

Then there was Eric, who made no secret about his crush on Emmett. His makeup was always flawless, and he did a contour better than a lot of YouTube beauty bloggers.

Yeah, just try to resist…I certainly couldn’t LOL!

~oOo~ROB ATTACK(banner by Ageless Skulls)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12624073/1/Duplicity

Du-plic-i-ty: noun 1. contradictory doubleness of thought, speech, or action 2. the quality or state of being double or twofold. Synonyms: deceitfulness, deception, double-dealing, underhandedness, dishonesty, fraud, trickery, subterfuge, treachery… The worst thing about betrayal is it never comes from your enemies. Expansion of We Love Mobward Contest entry. ExB, OOC JxA

Rated: Fiction M – English – Crime/Drama – [Edward, Bella] – Chapters: 5 – Words: 20,082 – Reviews: 338 – Favs: 190 – Follows: 408 – Updated: Sep 19 – Published: Aug 22 – id: 12624073

Their presence has been constant in the week since that horrible day that I lost my father. But then, they’ve always been around. I remember meeting them when I was quite little; playing with their two youngest sons, Emmett and Edward, while the adults ‘took care of business,’ as Charlie used to say. As I got older, heard more rumors, I knew that his quiet meetings with the Cullens meant he was involved in something bigger. But, I always felt safe, protected, when I was around them.

Letting my mind drift, I look around at the small crowd gathered.

I see a few familiar faces, a few that aren’t. Seated just past Esme, is Emmett then Edward, their youngest sons. They’re only a few years older than I am; Emmett at nineteen, and Edward, who just this month turned twenty-two. Em’s usual dimpled smile has been replaced with a somber expression today. Though, when I catch his eye, the twinkle that’s always present is still there. Edward’s sharp features have always been tempered with the softness in his eyes. I always thought he was a serious kid, but I think he’s turned into an even more serious man. But, he was always kind, patient, even though he was a little more than five years older than me. And he loved Charlie; they both did. I remember the many times the two youngest Cullen boys would welcome their ‘Uncle Charlie’ with open arms.

Edward’s been away at school the last few years, and just finished his classes, so I haven’t seen him in a while. Emmett’s been gone this last year too, having just finished his first year. Apparently, Carlisle made the call to bring them both home for Charlie’s funeral.

“Let us not forget, that The Lord is close to the broken-hearted and blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.”

The priest’s loud words startle me back to attention, but it doesn’t last long. On the other side of Carlisle is Jasper, who’s the oldest Cullen son at twenty-six. With his lighter hair and sharp blue eyes, he resembles his father while his brothers take after Esme with their dark hair and green eyes. They’re all strikingly handsome, and under other circumstances, my attention would be drawn to them.

“Bella, a leanbh, do you want to go up and say anything to your father?” Esme’s soft voice brings me from my near-numb state.

I just shake my head, fearing that if I speak, I’ll again start crying.

I know no one here would judge me, but I feel like I’ve cried enough.

Esme pats my hand. “Okay, a stóir. If you change your mind, you still have time.” She kisses the side of my head. “Carlisle and I will be up there if you need us.” Turning to her side, she looks at her younger sons. “Emmett, Edward? Could you boys please sit with Bella for a few moments?”

“Yeah, Ma.”

“Of course, Ma.”

Carlisle and Esme’s vacant seats are quickly filled with Edward and Emmett. Their broad shoulders and imposing forms make me feel safe; protected from even the light wind swirling around us.

“Shh, I’ve got you, álainn. Things will be all right.” Edward’s arm wraps around my shoulders, bringing me to his chest, holding me together. “Your Da was a good man, Bella. And now he’s up there watching over you. You’ve got your very own guardian angel.”

Though meant to comfort me, his words just bring on more tears.

Em reaches over for my hand, offering his own support. Knowing that the whole Cullen family is here for me, supporting me, gives me hope that the days ahead might be brighter. 

After losin’ her father, sixteen-year-old Bella Swan goes to live with the Cullens where, seein’ as who they are, you’d expect her to be safe!

“Bella,” I whisper, seeing if I can rouse her from sleep. When she doesn’t respond, I decide to settle into the chair in the corner of the room, just to keep an eye on her. I know it’ll more than likely be hours until she comes around, but I don’t want her to wake up alone.

Memories of all of us sharing family dinners with Uncle Charlie and Bella come back to me. Those were happier times. Back when we were still innocent to most of the evil things in this world. Yes, there was business to conduct, but they were like family to us; distant family that only came around a few times a year, but family nonetheless. He trusted us with his precious daughter, and we’ve failed to protect her. But, who would’ve predicted we had to defend her from the evils of one of our own?

So many great stories came out of the We Love Mobward Contest and Duplicity is among the ones that will completely blow you away!

~oOo~ROB ATTACKhttps://www.fanfiction.net/s/12567927/1/Skin-Deep

Some secrets will damage your reputation. Others will ruin your social life. But then there are secrets that will change the way the world looks at you, now and forever. What would Edward be willing to do to keep such a secret? And who will pay the price?

Rated: Fiction M – English – Drama/Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 10 – Words: 37,110 – Reviews: 844 – Favs: 363 – Follows: 669 – Updated: Sep 18– Published: Jul 11 – id: 12567927

Remember back up top when I said someone (or two) comes along and proves me wrong about high school fics? Yeah, this one, too!

The back of the room gives me the perfect vantage point to observe, so I start cataloging what I see. All the groups are here: the nerdy boys with their not quite styled hair and thick-rimmed glasses, the rockers in their ripped jeans and Stones t-shirts, the druggies . . . well, you just know who they are by that vacant look in their eyes . . . is that girl with the spiky black hair a goth? I scan the room again. But where are—

My thoughts are interrupted by the loud arrival of the group I was looking for. Three guys in letterman jackets strut through the door like they own the place, followed by three tittering bimbos. Now, now, Bella, just because they’re showing boob-crack and sound like dying hyenas does not mean they’re stupid, I remind myself. You’re going to try to befriend these girls. You have to—it’s the only way to avoid becoming what you were before. But, Jesus, don’t Henleys have buttons for a reason?

I shake my head and focus on the guys instead—I usually can relate to them better anyway. Two blonds . . . nice! The one with the curly hair isn’t bad, and that one with the blue eyes is cute, but . . . he kind of looks . . . plastic—like a Ken doll.

And then it happens. A god walks into our midst, and I seem to be the only one to notice. Time stops and as a ray of heavenly light falls on his copper hair, I swear I hear angels singing . . . or is that just the druggies listening to some rave music? Who the fuck cares? Right now, all I can see are deep green eyes and wild sex hair, and my God, just looking at his jaw makes my throat dry. Is that because I’m drooling and any remaining moisture in my body has gone south for the duration?

He’s . . . gorgeous. It’s the only word in my brain, and the only one likely to be there when I look at him. Unless, of course, it’s chest hair or stubble or naked—Jesus! There we go! The image of naked Jesus snaps my mind back from my porno fantasy and into the present, just as Gorgeous drops his books onto the desk two in front of me and—shit! Eye contact! Those incredible eyes force mine down to my notebook because I’m not able to take in the full blast of his beauty. To him, I probably look shy but, in reality, I’ve lowered my eyes in reverence. Um . . . reverence? Exactly when did I start worshipping creatures who think spitballs should be an Olympic sport? What the hell happened to me in the last five minutes?

I give myself a good shake as Gorgeous turns toward one of the bimbos and hits her with said Olympic projectile. She’s pissed, but the smile he flashes almost makes me swallow my tongue. How can she stand to be that close to him without just licking his jaw? Argh, come back, naked Jesus! I need to stop lusting over what undoubtedly has to be some other girl’s man meat.

As Mr. Varner calls the class to order, Gorgeous turns to the front, and sanity douses me like a bucket of cold water. Wow. I can’t let that shit happen again. Obviously not getting past first base, and even that over a year ago, has caused some kind of chemical imbalance in my brain. I’ll have to be careful when I’m around Gorgeous lest I slip back into horndog Bella mode. I have more important things to do today. 

Bella’s irreverence and complete lack of filter cracks me the fuck up ROTFLMAO! Edward, on the other hand, well…gorgeous is as gorgeous does, right?

I slam my locker door but nearly jump into the next county as I spy Gorgeous tossing his books into his own locker three down from mine.

He closes the door, and I know the instant he feels my open-mouthed stare. He rivets me to the floor with those vibrant green eyes of his. Is he really about to speak to me? Could this day actually turn out okay? He looks surprised and almost panicked for a second, but then two other junior boys walk by, one of them bumping his shoulder. His lips part, but his smile isn’t angelic, it’s leering and wicked.

“So, you struck out today, eh, Bowling Girl? Maybe tomorrow you’ll figure out where you belong—the losers aren’t hard to spot around here.”

The eavesdropping boys chuckle and Gorgeous laughs—his voice is even more fluid and velvet than I’d imagined, but the sound and the words are so hateful that, for a moment, it doesn’t compute and I just let him saunter away as I gaze after him, my jaw still on the floor.

Fuck my life. Gorgeous is an asshole, too.

Ah, well! Edward’s assholishness is a cover up…or is it!? Read and decide for yourself!

~oOo~ROB ATTACK(banner by Sue Gilreath) 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12600643/1/I-Dare-You

He’s the guy she’s always wanted. She’s the girl he shouldn’t want. Bro code says you don’t go for your friends’ ex-girlfriends. It also says you don’t go for their sisters. What happens when you breach the bro code? AH

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Humor – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 15 – Words: 57,757 – Reviews: 1,225 – Favs: 615 – Follows: 1,206 – Updated: Sep 20 – Published: Aug 4 – id: 12600643

And now for a story with more mature protagonists!

Another Saturday morning, another headache, and a one night stand I already regret. It’s not a regular thing for me, but the walk of shame is real. I swear everyone around me can see it, even though as a guy, it’s not nearly as obvious. There’s no smeared makeup, and if my clothes are wrinkled and my hair is a mess, well, that’s easily ignored. Lots of guys are generally disheveled much of the time.

I don’t know why I do these things, but my best guess is it’s out of boredom. A shitty excuse, but it’s all I’ve got. What else is there to do when one is single, relatively young, and in possession of a rather large disposable income? I don’t have a lot of free time, and I’d never see the light of day if I stayed in my apartment all the time. The hospital is like a tomb lit with fluorescent lights, and I’m itching for fresh air, sunshine, and freedom at the end of every shift.

My mother tells me I need a girlfriend. Someone to come home to, a sympathetic ear and a pair of caring arms. Yeah, my mom is a sappy as it gets, but she’s a smart woman. The trouble is, as much as I like the idea of someone steady in my life, it seems women only want me for my money, or the possibility of becoming a doctor’s wife.

So here I am, bored to death, hungover, and alone. Trying not to die while I get my five miles in, and praying I can leave last night’s mistakes in the dust. Other runners cross me on the trail, casting looks of sympathy at my flagging pace. I’m sure I look like death: pale and clammy, dark circles under my eyes like bruises. At least, that’s what I looked like in the mirror this morning before I laced up my running shoes.

I don’t realize my phone is ringing at first; it blends in with the repetitive EDM pulsing through my earbuds, matching the pounding hammer in my skull. Catching the call a few rings in, I lurch to a stop at the side of the trail to answer, eternally grateful for the excuse to take a breather. Now, if I can keep myself from puking, I’ll count myself lucky.

“’Lo?” I try not to huff into the mic, but the hangover isn’t helping and I can’t freaking breathe. I’m bent over at the waist as I try not to suffocate.

“Edward?” a small, female voice asks through the crackle of an unsteady connection.

“Yeah… who’s this?” Shit. Did I give my number to that girl last night? Stranger things have happened, and while I was hammered, I don’t think I was that hammered. She should have taken the hint when I pulled the disappearing act, but I’ve known a couple girls who were on the desperate side, showing up at my favorite bar and trying to bring me shit at the hospital.

God, I’m such a fucking tool.

“Hello? Edward? It’s Bella.”

“Bella?” My shoulders sag in relief. At least I won’t have to start screening my calls—yet. Her voice is a welcome one, and I smile in spite of my impending death.

“It’s Emmett’s sister, you moron.” She sounds a little miffed, like she thinks I can’t remember her. I can almost hear her rolling her eyes.

I smirk, my mood brightening, and I wonder if the Advil is finally kicking in. It’s good to hear Bella’s voice; it’s been too long. Her face flashes through my mind—large, sable eyes and dark, shiny hair. My mind also supplies visions of soft-looking, shiny lips, sweet, perky tits; a phenomenal ass, and great legs; thoughts which I try valiantly to ignore. My best friend would rip my balls off if he knew I ever thought of his baby sister in any way that wasn’t saintly. But I do. Frequently. 

Oh, wait…”mature” might be stretchin’ it just a bit *wink!*

“I know who you are, Bella,” I laugh. “I’m just surprised to hear from you. What’s up?”

I haven’t seen Bella since Christmas. She’s busy with graduate school, and I’m working long shifts at the hospital and/or constantly on call. Between attending surgeries and administering the good drugs, anesthesiologists rarely get a break. We’re in high demand due to a nationwide shortage, which means I’m every surgeon’s bitch. I straighten to my full height and wipe sweat from my brow with the hem of my jacket as I wait for her response. I catch a whiff of whiskey and my stomach threatens to revolt again. That’s right—I’m sweating buckets in March. Fucking hangover.

“I sort of need a favor. I need—” she begins, but then she’s cut off by the clash of loud noises over the line.

Is that yelling? Some sort of metal slamming around? It sounds like giant robots in a boxing match. Where the hell is she?

I make my mind stop wandering and concentrate on helping Bella. “Sure, anything. What do you need?” Emmett would kill me if I left her hanging. Any chance to see her is also a bonus.

“I…” The rest of what she says comes out in an unintelligible jumble. Stupid cell phones.

Pulling the phone away from my ear for a second, I check the coverage—five circles. “I’m sorry, what? I couldn’t hear.”

“I. Need. You. To. Bail. Me. Out,” she says slowly, like she thinks I’m being snarky.

I grin. She’s always been such a little smartass. “Bail you out? Of where?”

It’s the ass-crack of dawn—way too early for her to need help getting out of a bad date. I frown at my next thought—maybe it is way too late. What if she already spent the night with some idiotic frat boy? Damn it, I might have to beat the shit out of some undeserving douche just for touching her. Then again, maybe she needs a ride.

Please God, let it be that last one.

She huffs out a breath, obviously out of patience. “Of jail, Edward. I need you to bail me out of jail.”

What in the ever-loving fuck?

Now that Bella has Manwhoreward’s undivided attention, there will only be one more walk of shame and he pays for that one big time LOL!

~oOo~ROB ATTACK(manip by MidNightSun45)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12660019/1/Rodeo-Nights

After ditching her groom at the altar, Bella needs to get as far away from Willow City, TX as possible. The second she meets a hot rodeo star while hitchhiking, Bella knew her life would never be the same. Edward’s hot, cocky, and successful and could be just what Bella needs. Rated M for Lemons and Language. Curvy Bella and Cowboyward.

Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 2 – Words: 5,276 – Reviews: 69 – Favs: 204 – Follows: 344 – Updated: 4h ago – Published: Sep 21 – id: 12660019

Damned if Miss Lizzie Lee doesn’t command my attention…AGAIN! Hell’n I couldn’t possibly pass up a fic with a banner like that *drool!*

I hadn’t thought to change out of my wedding dress or call a cab. I was too focused on getting the hell out of there. Now that I’ve been walking for a few miles trying to hitch a ride, I realize how faulty my plan was. Hell, I didn’t have a plan. I probably look absolutely crazed as I walk up the street in my wedding dress in the hot Texas sun.

Of course, with my crappy luck, every car that passes is filled to the brim with children. A family isn’t going to stop to help some random runaway bride on the side of the road. I huff and set my suitcase down in defeat. Perhaps I won’t be leaving Willow City after all. I rest my chin on my fist and pout at every car that passes, hoping my sad, puppy dog eyes will make someone want to stop.

Just as I’m about to lay down and weep, I see a beat up red Chevy truck coming my way. The truck looked to be on its last leg, but I’m not about to start getting picky. Making the most of what God gave me, I jut out my tits and pose so my curves are seen from miles away. I hold up my thumb and hope the driver will take a chance on me and stop.

The truck slows down as the driver sees me, and as it gets closer to me I get a glimpse of one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen. I quickly close my mouth because I know I must look like a fucking trout, and he’s definitely not going to pull over if he notices how I’m staring at him. I try to avert my gaze, but his face captivates me. Through his windshield I can see he has wild penny-colored hair, perfectly sculpted facial features and a jawline I just want to lick. Sunglasses hide his eyes, but I’m sure they’re perfect too. He’s so sexy I wonder how I’ll handle being in the car with him. That is, if he lets me into his truck.

The truck rolls to a stop and the handsome driver rolls down his window and with a smooth, rich voice he asks, “What are you doing dressed like that on the side of the road?” The corners of his mouth are lifted into a slight smile as he teases me.

Too bad I am not in the mood to be teased. Before I can rein in my sarcastic tendencies, I respond with, “Well, I just thought it would be a lovely day to take a walk in the scalding heat. And this old thing? I just forgot to do my laundry today.” When he doesn’t laugh at my sardonic remark, I roll my eyes and continue, “I’m trying to hitch a ride. What does it look like I’m doing?”

This time he does laugh. His deep belly laugh takes me by surprise and I stand awkwardly waiting with my suitcase in hand as I wait for him to invite me into his truck. “Is that anyway to talk to a man that you want a ride from?” he questions with a chuckle.

“Um, no I guess not,” I mumble awkwardly, as I consider resorting to begging if he doesn’t let me in his truck soon. “Look, I’m really sorry,” I quickly apologize, waving my hand around dismissively. “I just really need to get out of here.”

He looks at me for a long moment, as if struggling with something that has nothing to do with me, before nodding and pushing his passenger door open. “All right, get in.”

Happy Friday, y’all!

Rita

ROB ATTACK

 

 

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