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♥ Chapter 17 of "The End, The Beginning" by starpower31 **Edward & Bella**
♥ Chapter 6 of "Merry Christmas, Stranger" by starpower31 **Edward & Bella**
♥ Chapter 57 of "Monster" by The.Bloody White.Wolf.xoxo **Emmett & OC**
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*** Chapter 17 Teaser ***
“Hey! You guys forgot me,” Edward says, his bottom lip jutting out in a mock pout.
“Aw, you poor left out baby. Come here.” Yeah, no, I’m not the one who says this, it’s Emmett who does. Nonetheless, Edward rolls his eyes and comes to wrap his arms around my waist from the behind. Rose is holding my right arm, her other one holding Emmett’s, while Em holds my left hand. We all just stand there stupidly smiling at each other.
“Congrats, Rose,” Edward says, as he wounds his arms out from around me and wraps Rose in a hug. “And it’s good to see you again after all these years.”
“Thanks, Edward. It’s good to see you too. Although, you still have a loooong way to go in the ‘gain the person closest to Bella’s approval’ department.” She pats him on the back, and I see Edward gulp. “On a serious note, I think Bella’s too good for you, unless you can prove me wrong that is of course.”
God didn’t give us Swan women a filter, and to Rose even more so. Case in point once again. Why, God, why?
My cheeks go aflame at her comment. Edward seems unfazed, though, as he unwraps from around her and pats her cheek. “I never said she isn’t, Rose.”
“Awwww.” Yup, this time it is me saying this. With all the roller coaster of emotions that the day has been, and especially with the current reminder of Rose’s pregnancy, I’m all kinds of mush right now. So it doesn’t surprise anyone when I coo at Edward and kiss him full on the lips.
There isn’t any tongue involved, but when I start to pull away, I expect for Edward to let go.
But he doesn’t.
*** Chapter 6 Teaser ***
“I’m telling you, we need to go right.”
“No, Bella, I’ve made this journey before. It’s definitely left.”
“Are you blind?” I point to the map. “Or are you just stupid?” He narrows his eyes at me, and sits his ass down on Blush. “Hey! Get off Blush. You’ll hurt her.”
He jumps down and holds his hands up in surrender, but not after he’s muttered distastefully “hurt her precious Blush”. “All right, I’m not hurting Blush. But just you get your arse in the car so we can be on our way already,” he whines.
I’ve come to realize that Edward Cullen whines and complains like nobody’s business when he doesn’t get his way. It’s actually quite funny and adorable sometimes.
“Arse,” I mimic his accent and giggle. He rolls his eyes and his ears tint pink. Like I said, freakin’ cute this guy is. “Okay, let’s go left. But I’m tellin’ ya, Cullen, we’ll be lost in an hour.”
“We’ll see, Swan.” He grins in victory and revs the engine as I get in.
*** Chapter 57 Teaser ***
I turn my attention on the glass door. A hum of life thrives beyond it, hidden in the depths of the forest. A longing stretches in my chest as I stare, my eyes fixed on the escape just a few strides out of reach. My reflection gazes back at me, a statue of blazing stiffness mirrored in the glass.
The muffled words rise in volume with the start of casual discussion. Spoons clink against bowls and throats chug down mouthful after mouthful of soda. The sounds are far away from me—a different world that I'm not apart of. My body is consumed in flames while my senses roam, carrying me out into the forest.
My mind swirls with a swarm of scattered thoughts and pictures. I don't feel the crushed silverware in my hands as I picture myself somewhere out there, bursting out of this cage and being free of these chains. The vivid sensations of power and speed flood through me. I'm absolutely emersed in the feelings all until one scent assaults my nostrils, flaring the heat in my body.
My eyes refocus, snapping wide open. I'm suddenly aware of the worrying grip of a hand pressed over the tense curve of my shoulder. I'm still away from it all, my muscles locking as my eyes search over every inch of green forest. I breathe in again, redirecting my gaze.
There.
A piercing crimson glare hovers in the tree line. I take in the pale white man at once, my mind suddenly whirling at a million miles an hour. I'm on my feet in a split second, earning a menacing grin from the man through the glass. I don't—hell, can't—think as the wolf in me bubbles to the surface, taking over me in the blink of an eye.
Snarls rip through my muzzle as I explode in that tiny space. A gasp hits my ears, drowned out by the roar of the flames crashing through my body. I shake my head and howl in rage, throwing myself straight through the window. The glass erupts around my figure, shimmering around me. I land in the lawn while the glass is still falling, my body jerking with random bursts of heat and tremors as I settle into my new form.
Through a haze of red, I begin the chase. My paws tear into the loam below as I push off with a feral snarl, thundering after the stinging breeze of leech. I can hear the wind of his speed as he goes, whistling through the forest in a streak of white. My eyes follow the leech's darting, twirling, leaping movements as he races through the forest and I find my teeth baring not with hostility, but with a satisfied amusement.
He thinks he's going to escape.
Damn is he mistaken.
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