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<br />Honeymoon Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01534365297215842018noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205393604245823295.post-35113129948916396272018-04-15T18:59:00.003-07:002018-04-15T19:00:33.657-07:00Fran's Pick - Prey By: realeyesfantasize <br />
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Behind a painted smile lies secrets many wish to keep. A modern nightmare. Warning: drug use and sexual situations some might find uncomfortable.<br />
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The summary says it all ... or does it?<br />
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Bella moves in next to the Cullens. Phil is Bella’s stepfather, he’s a senator, and Ed Sr, Edward’s dad, is his campaign manager. Phil is running for re-election.<br />
Edward has a gut reaction that something is amiss with Bella. He sees her actions as destructive. He wants to know why...he becomes curious as to what is happening.<br />
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The sun beats down on us, baking my skin. I'm already baked, like Lays.<br />
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"I see you," I repeat, lips softly pressing the words forward. They come out breathy, dreamy. My smile stretches, gets trapped under my front teeth. Lashes flutter close, covering dilated pupils as my body folds and uncoils in a lazy cat stretch.<br />
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"You didn't use sunscreen, did you?" His fingers gently press the skin on my warm shoulders. A giggle bubbles up from my gut. Head shaking, I twist myself until I'm pressed against his warm chest.<br />
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"Nobody wears that stuff."<br />
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His answering laugh is soft, exasperated. "I should take you home."<br />
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My eyes are open now. He's staring down at me, propped up on his elbow. Light filters down through the gaps in his soft, sun-bleached hair. His eyes are like the ocean – open, deep, and so, so blue. "No," I smile, walking my fingers playfully up his tanned bicep. "Not yet."<br />
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His eyes sweep my face, tongue reaching out to wet his pink bottom lip. He wants to kiss me. I want him to, too. My hand curves around the back of his neck, fingers tangling in salt-stiff tresses. "Someone might see," his words say worry, his eyes say want.<br />
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I pull him closer, lifting my chest to press against his. "I don't care."<br />
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His sigh is heavy against my lips. I can practically taste the mint he ate earlier. "I can get into a lot of trouble for this." He knows this, yet he's still leaning over me, staring at my mouth, my chest, my legs. I've already won.<br />
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"It's just a kiss, Jasper." I reason, shifting my face so our noses touch. "I promise I won't tell anyone."<br />
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He gives in. Our mouths fuse together in a warm, salty kiss. The first one is gentle, apprehensive. The second is hungry. I'm gathered into his arms and held against his chest as he consumes me.<br />
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"You're trouble," he pants against my mouth. I am. He knows this. Basically, the whole school knows it.<br />
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'A senior has no business with a sophomore,' Riley – my older brother by two years – always tells me. He's heard the rumors, the whisperings. He knows it's all true, though he does try to prevent it from happening. He has threatened to pummel any guy that touches me. Although wary of potential bodily harm, I have been touched… many times.<br />
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"Please," I gasp into Jasper's mouth, "touch me."<br />
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His soft hands curl into fists against my back. "Not here," he murmurs against my mouth. Seconds later, I'm yanked to my feet and towed to his truck.<br />
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Seniors may have no business with me, but I sure do have business with them.<br />
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PS Not for the faint of heart. This Bella is self-destructive. But why??<br />
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<a href="https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12774608/1/Prey">https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12774608/1/Prey</a>Honeymoon Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01534365297215842018noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205393604245823295.post-75952342397565781902018-04-15T18:59:00.002-07:002018-04-15T19:04:16.252-07:00Fran's Pick ... Stolen Heart By: aspire2write <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Captain Edward Cullen was serving his country. He had a plan - lead his team of Green Beret soldiers on a mission to stop a terrorist, finish his tour, and decide what was next: leave the Army or sign up for more. The new doctor on base wasn't part of the plan. Romance wasn't anywhere on his radar, but she may just steal his heart. Expansion of one-shot: Christmas Magic.<br />
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It had been hours since the sky darkened, but the activity on the dusty street had increased in the last thirty minutes. I'd watched four different men pass by, hurrying into the adjacent building from where we were camped out. Each arrived separately, scurrying by with their head down, only looking around seconds before darting into the doorway undetected. At least they thought they were undetected. My team had been here for the last twenty-two hours waiting for this moment.<br />
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The intelligence group had intercepted communication last week while monitoring local radio chatter indicating Jamil Amari would be in attendance tonight. Amari was the leader of a large terror cell operating out of Iraq, and we'd been trying to capture him for two years. Once the chatter was confirmed, my team was brought in, Alpha Company of the 1st Battalion, Army Special Forces.<br />
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This particular apartment building had been hit by an IED less than ten months ago. The explosion killed six and leveled a good portion of the building. With no money to repair the structure, it lay dormant. Until tonight. This is what we trained for, why we were considered the elite.<br />
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Just as we were about to leave the square, gunfire erupted behind us.<br />
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"Take cover!" I yelled at my team.<br />
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Suddenly, a searing pain erupted in my right arm as a bullet hit me. In a split second, the team returned fire. I pushed myself up from where I'd fallen and grabbed my gun, holding it in my left hand.<br />
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"Come on; we have to go." Jasper pulled me up and pushed me into a run. I pushed the pain from my mind. I'd deal with that when I had time, and now was definitely not the right time.<br />
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"Captain, look at me," Newton said as he knelt in front of me, pulling his bag from his back. From his pack he pulled bandages, iodine, a small suture kit, and other things I couldn't name.<br />
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"I'm fine," I gritted through clenched teeth. It was painful, but I'd live. The bullet had gone straight through and looked as if only stitches would be needed.<br />
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"I'm going to do my best to stop the bleeding, and then we can get back on the move." He tore the sleeve from my shirt, wrapped my arm with gauze, and then used the sleeve to tie off my arm. I groaned at the pressure but continued to breathe through it. "Look at me. Follow my finger." I rolled my eyes, shoved his hand out of my face, and stood.<br />
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"Let's move out," I commanded.<br />
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"I'm fine," I said as I held up a hand to try to ward them off.<br />
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"I'll be the judge of that, Captain Cullen," a soft, alto voice answered.<br />
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<a href="https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12853489/1/Stolen-Heart" target="_blank">Click here to read Stolen Heart.</a><br />
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<a href="https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12853489/1/Stolen-Heart">https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12853489/1/Stolen-Heart</a>Honeymoon Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01534365297215842018noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205393604245823295.post-16508475060315026722018-04-15T18:59:00.001-07:002018-04-15T18:59:15.087-07:00Fran's Pick ... Neapolitan By: CiaraShayee <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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He was the beautiful blond-haired stranger from the bar, and she was the pretty brunette bar-maid who couldn't resist him. Together, they burned. Apart, they were cold. As cold as the ice cream trickling over the fingers of a little boy with strawberry hair. There are a million different flavors of ice cream out there worth trying, or maybe just one; Neapolitan. Carlisle & Bella<br />
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He was the beautiful blond-haired stranger from the bar, and she was the pretty brunette barmaid who couldn't resist him. Together, they burned. Apart, they were cold. As cold as the ice cream trickling over the fingers of a little boy with strawberry hair. There are a million different flavors of ice cream out there worth trying, or maybe just one; Neapolitan.<br />
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August 27th, 2011 - BELLA<br />
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"Excuse me! Excuse me, Sir! You've left your…huh. All right then."<br />
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Bella picked up the wallet, looking up just in time to see the back of its owner as he left the bar. It had been a busy night, so she hadn't even gotten a good look at his face. If he came back looking it was pretty unlikely she'd recognize him.<br />
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"Hey Bells, what'cha got there?"<br />
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"Wallet. Some guy left it behind. I'll put it in the lost and found before I lock up."<br />
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Bella loved her job at Jake's bar but it wasn't exactly helping her pay off any of her crippling student loans. Everyone encouraged kids to go to college, but it seemed nobody wanted to help pay off the debts it engendered.<br />
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At eighteen, Bella had planned to own her own business one day. But at twenty-four, she was nowhere near that goal. She was currently working five nights a week at JBs, the other two at a grill down the street.<br />
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Laden with a mop, bucket, and a boatload of self-professed singing talent, Bella got to work on the floor, So lost in her duet with Johnny Cash was she, that Bella didn't notice the click of the doors opening forty minutes later, or the soft clearing of a throat until it was repeated.<br />
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"Holy shit on a cracker!" She gasped, spinning around.<br />
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So, something about Bella you should know; she was clumsy. Almost morbidly so.<br />
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With that in mind, it was no surprise to Bella when her food caught a wet patch, and her flailing legs sent her crashing to the floor, taking the mop bucket with her.<br />
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"Ow," Bella groaned, grimacing at the feel of dirty, cocktail-floor water seeping into her t-shirt and jeans. Everything hurt, and she already knew the phone number in her back pocket would now be illegible. Not that she was that sad about it; the guy it belonged to, a regular patron at JBs, was a bit too gothic for her taste.<br />
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"I am so sorry! I was trying not to make you jump. Obviously failed there, Cullen. Well done."<br />
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Despite her predicament, Bella couldn't help but snort in amusement at the guy mumbling to himself. She peered up at him, now crouching over her prone form, and tried – failing miserably – to hide the crimson flush spreading over her entire face.<br />
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He was beautiful.<br />
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Like, not in the womanly way. But he had the most artfully designed face she'd ever seen. A strong, angular jaw, covered with a healthy growth of dark blond scruff and a pair of oh-so-kissable lips – currently pursed in a wince. His nose was annoyingly straight, settled between a pair of piercing, gray-blue eyes, and a thick set of brows groomed to perfection.<br />
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In hindsight, attempting to push herself up on the wet wood was a dumb idea. With her brain scrambled by the stranger's closeness, this notion didn't occur to her until she was already careening back towards the floor; this time, taking said stranger with her. They landed amidst the puddle of dirty mop water in a tangle of limbs, emitting a series of grunted curses and groans.<br />
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"Oh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," Bella whined.<br />
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"I'm so, so sorry. God, I knew I should've just left it 'til tomorrow. It's not like I need my wallet tonight, anyway."<br />
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A lightbulb went on.<br />
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"Ah, so you're the guy in the booth. Your wallet's behind the bar."<br />
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Dammit, why do guys always have better brows than me? Bella wondered idly, torn between wanting to smack this guy, ask him where he got his eyebrows done, and wanting to kiss him stupid.<br />
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"Miss? Are you okay? Did you hit your head?"<br />
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And he's got a gorgeous voice, to boot. Fuck a duck.<br />
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"I'm good!" She chimed. "Sorry, let me just—"<br />
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"All right, seeing as I'm on top of you already, introductions. I'm Bella Swan, Finder Of Wallet."<br />
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He chuckled, the sound making Bella's stomach twist pleasantly. "Carlisle Cullen, Loser Of Wallet. And apparently, Menace To Pretty Bartenders.”<br />
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PS ... Carlisle IS NOT her father in law or anything like that. This is an adorable fic with great characters and one of the best Swan families, ever.<br />
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<br />Honeymoon Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01534365297215842018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205393604245823295.post-67948279102044160832018-04-15T18:59:00.000-07:002018-04-15T19:04:53.700-07:00Fran's Pick ... Innocence By: Elise de Sallier<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ignorance is supposed to be bliss, but in Isabella Swan's experience, it leads to unwise choices and unnecessarily tragic outcomes . . . and there is nothing blissful about either. (Previously posted as A Forbidden Love. This is a Twific version of the extended, published version.)<br />
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Isabella is forced to flee her childhood home after the unfortunate beath of her father at the hands of that rake ... James Hunter.<br />
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Charles’ eyes flickered open. "You must flee to Worthington Hall, Isabella," he said between rasping breaths. "Before that devil returns for you."<br />
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"I can't leave you like this," she said, even knowing she must. Lord Hunter might be devoid of honour, but in this instance, she feared he would be true to his word.<br />
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Her father reached for her hand, his grip feeble. "Take your mother's pearls with you, but don't show them to anyone but Carlisle. He will keep you safe."<br />
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The bond formed between Bella's father, Sir Charles Swan, a military officer knighted for services to his king and country, and Lord Carlisle Cullen, the Duke of Worthington, had been forged during the war against Napoleon. The two men corresponded regularly, but it had been many years since the Duke had visited Swan Manor.<br />
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"Very well, Papa. I shall go to Uncle Carlisle," Bella said, unsure if she should use her childhood name for the Duke or if it might be inappropriate after so long.<br />
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"Promise me you will trust no one else. No one."<br />
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<br />Honeymoon Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01534365297215842018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205393604245823295.post-27130955120366449232018-04-14T18:17:00.000-07:002018-04-15T18:50:20.216-07:00Sharp Turn Saga by Faye Byrd <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sharp Turn Saga<br />by Faye Byrd<br />Available on Amazon</h3>
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<i>Sharp Left Turn</i> by April Salter/ Faye Byrd is a story about what matters most in life.<br />
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Follow Easton Wilder as she embarks on a journey she never dreamed she’d take. When she meets Tristan Ashby, everything becomes clear, and she knows what she must due to ensure her son has a fighting chance. </div>
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<br /><br /><br />In light of all the Mobward interest I've seen recently, I wanted to bring to light the fact that the stories listed below have all been continued from the We Love Mobward Contest we had one year ago. <br />There were 27 great entries and these 11 have been extended, and I know there are a few more that will be coming soon.<br /><br />Duplicity Pen Name: Sunshine1220<br />Married to the Mob Pen Name: Tufano79<br />Lucky Girl Pen Name: DaerenDydear<br />The Next Mrs. Cullen Pen Name: Aliciaw68<br />Operation Nail the Swan Pen Name: Fyrebyrd<br />Killa saves the Bee Pen Name: ceceprincess1217<br />It’s Time Pen Name: Honeymoon Edward<br />Under The Gun Pen Name: dustybritches01<br />Crosshairs Pen Name: ericastwilight<br />Is this the Worst Time To Kiss You Mujer<br />The Boss Edwards's Eternal<br />The Celtic Wolf Pen Name: up2late<br />Cappo Di Tutti Capi Pen Name: MeteorOnAMoonlessNight<br /><br />Here is the FF link to the contest ...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />From <<a href="https://www.fanfiction.net/u/8713588/We-Love-Mobward-Contest">https://www.fanfiction.net/u/8713588/We-Love-Mobward-Contest</a>><br /><br /><br />ENJOY!!Honeymoon Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01534365297215842018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205393604245823295.post-40552918894542947142018-04-11T17:59:00.000-07:002018-04-15T18:50:20.300-07:00From the FF Vault ... Beneath-this-Sky<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"How long is your break?" he asked.</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Glancing at her watch, she frowned. "I have about ten more minutes."</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Would you like to take a walk?"</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"With you? Um, I don't know."</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Just a quick one. Around the block, maybe. We'll be back before you know it."</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Something foreign tingled over her scalp and trickled down her spine. Suddenly, she felt light and airy. A laugh sneaked through her lips, though she couldn't say what was so funny. Everything was right in the world. The alley was charming. Broken glass may as well have been gemstones, given the way it glimmered. The shadows lurking in corners were cozy. A walk sounded like the best idea ever. She couldn't sit still―couldn't contain the euphoria that pulsed through her like an orgasm.</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Why wasn't it wise or safe or whatever to take a walk in the middle of the night with a strange vampire? She couldn't remember, not with all of that lovely darkness begging to be explored. Maybe Jake would be upset, but she could make him understand, couldn't she? If he saw everything through new eyes, the way she did, he would walk with them and they would be friends. He probably wouldn't even care that Jasper was a vampire.</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jasper extended a hand―such a nice hand. It was pretty, like the rest of him, like everything in the world. Before Bella could take it and tether her floating body to the earth, the hinges of the door let out another groan.</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"What the fuck are you doing?"</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Oh, it was Emmett. A different Emmett, though. Bella's Emmett never spoke in that voice―so hard and rough. It was like listening to a freight train try to form words. The pretty hand vanished as a body slammed against the wall of the bar. Emmett pushed a thick arm against Jasper's throat until red dust scattered onto the ground: crumbled bits of the bricks at Jasper's back.</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"What the fuck are you doing?" Emmett asked again, this time in a whisper.</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jasper's eyes went wide, as if he was just waking up. With that, Bella's good mood popped like a soap bubble.</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">What had he done to her? More importantly, if Emmett hadn't shown up, what would he have done to her? Jasper's gaze flitted to Bella as anger seeped in and set her trembling. No. No. How dare he? She wasn't going to end up as some vampire's midnight snack.</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Maybe Emmett would let her borrow his hand so she could punch said vampire without hurting herself.</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"It wasn't planned," Jasper said, "if that counts for anything."</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Emmett growled. "It really doesn't."</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jasper's mouth moved in the same way Garrett's had on the day the visitors showed up. All Bella heard was a low whoosh that went up at the end like a question, but it made Emmett press harder.</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Yeah, and Rose does too, and you know it," Emmett said.</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"I do. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Instead of shoving him back inside, like Bella expected, Emmett escorted Jasper to the end of the alley. Just before Jasper ran into the street, Bella thought she heard Emmett say something about Raiders.</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Look," Emmett said as he walked back to her side, fiddling with the strap of his eye patch, "you should probably stay away from him as much as you can. He's kind of dangerous, and―shit. That just makes him sound more appealing, doesn't it? I know I probably seem paranoid and over-protective, but I don't want to see you get hurt."</span></div>
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A lonely bartender on Cape Cod and a mysterious girl next door. Who is this girl, and why does she cry every night? More importantly, why does he care? Together they form a tentative friendship through a crack between their doors. Will the crack open wide enough to let love in? A story of intimacy, healing and hope.<br />
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I just finished reading A Crack in the Door, and I just adored it, from start to finish. It grabbed you right from the first chapter. A tale about two broken, no, not broken, just bent, souls that find each other. Just one of the tragedies they both faced would have torn apart most people, yet these two survived and thrived. <br />
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From the very special way they met, through a crack in the door, through their whole relationship, it was such an incredible journey. <br />
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The side characters were canon, yet slightly different than the norm. You’ll understand what I mean once it is read. The Charlie in this one has to be, hands down, one of my most favorite ones yet. Carlisle and Esme were so supportive of Edward. And an Alice who was so cute. The way Carlisle spoke to Alice was so funny at times. Mrs. Cope was absolutely delightful. You will love the side characters just as much as the main ones. <br />
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This is a must-read for any true TwiFanFic reader out there. <br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Pentwater is a very small tourist town on the Lakeshore of Western Michigan, and only a fifteen-minute drive from her home in Hart. She had lived here for the last three years in her Uncle Charlie's house. She grew up visiting him every summer and knew the area well even before she moved to Michigan, intent on getting away from the constant heat and loneliness in Arizona.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Looking up, she saw the small convenience center that had been put in earlier that year. She had heard great things about the homemade pastries, chocolates, and house roasted coffees that were sold inside, and as she had yet to eat, decided she would take a look-see. After pumping the gas, she went inside to pay and was greeted with the most mouth-watering aromas she had smelled since her childhood—back when her Aunt Sue was still alive and would bake for her.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Thinking of Aunt Sue made her heart sad for a moment, and loneliness wrapped itself around her like a shroud. Aunt Sue and Uncle Charlie were the closest things she knew to stability growing up. She never had grandparents, as they passed on in her infancy, and she never knew who her father was. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She had moved back not only to get away from the heat of Arizona, but to find a sense of home, and Uncle Charlie had always provided that. At least he had been there for her graduation from Medical school and had celebrated with her when she finally reached her goal to become a Cardiothoracic Surgeon. Now she worked at Mercy Medical Center in Muskegon and was gaining respect from her peers and the medical community in general.</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It was difficult looking at her life sometimes, realizing she was now thirty-five years old, and all alone. She had no family. She had no boyfriend. She didn't even have a pet because she didn't think it was fair to leave an animal alone for fourteen hours a day, four days a week.</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She shook herself free of her lonesome thoughts, and looked around. The small store was homey feeling, and clean. As she approached the glass enclosure to look at the treats on display, her stomach grumbled. She heard a soft, deep chuckle from behind the counter at the coffee machine.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As Bella turned to ascertain to whom the laugh belonged, she was rooted in place by sea-green eyes. Utterly mesmerized, she didn't even hear the words being spoken to her until that same chuckle reverberated through her ears once again.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Are you okay," said a soft baritone voice "is there something I can get for you?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bella blinked, and cleared her throat as she tried to pull herself together, and stop gaping. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Those eyes, Gah!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Oh, yes. Yes, I'm fine." Bella blushed. "I-I was just looking at your display case, trying to figure out what I want to treat myself to."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"From the sounds of it, you haven't eaten yet," said the man with the gentle timbre and the beautiful green eyes. "How 'bout you let me fix you something substantial, and a cup of coffee before you dive into the sugar?" There was a twinkle in those verdant orbs.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She looked back up to take in the whole of the man behind the counter, reminding herself to show no expression at her perusal. She failed. Her lips parted and a small gasp escaped her as she beheld a wild crop of hair the color of a well-used penny, high cheekbones, sharp-angular jaw, and a beautifully anfractuous smile. He was quite tall—she estimated six foot two or three—with an athletic build. He was very handsome, and had a piercing gaze. She sucked in a deep breath, hoping that an influx of oxygen might help clear her head so that she could speak coherently.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"If I say yes, will I regret it?" Her face morphed into an impish smirk with one eyebrow raised.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"I'd like to think not." That crooked grin just grew as he drank in the view of her. He swept his eyes over her curvaceous figure, and fought to keep his thoughts in line. The last thing he wanted to do was to have to adjust himself in front of this stunningly beautiful stranger who had just breezed her way into his little store. He'd never seen her before, and hoped that she was not just a tourist. It was, after all the end of May, and beginning this weekend—Memorial Day weekend—the tourists would be out in force. He just hoped he would see this vision of loveliness again. In fact, he hoped he could keep her around for a while today.</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Why don't you go move your car from the pumps to a parking spot, then come back and relax at a table while I get you squared away?"</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"I didn't place an order yet." Bella reminded him.</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Are you a vegetarian?" He grinned as Bella's face twisted into a grimace.</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"What?"</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Are you a vegetarian?" He laughed. "It's a straightforward question."</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Um, no." She began to wonder if staying for breakfast was truly a wise idea.</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Are you lactose intolerant?"</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"What is this, twenty questions?" Bella rolled her eyes playfully.</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"No, but that's a great game to play over brunch. Are. You. Lactose. Intolerant? I promise this is not a trick question."</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"No, I'm not a vegan, or intolerant." She blew out an amused breath. "I'm moving my vehicle now."</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Okay, see you in a second."</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bella looked at her reflection against the paint job of her Durango, and grimaced, wondering why the handsome man inside wanted to cook for her. At five foot three, and one hundred and seventy-five pounds, she was certainly nothing spectacular to look at in her opinion. She supposed that she had nice eyes, and a pretty enough face but she was no great catch. She reminded herself to just accept the friendly gestures. Friendship was all she could expect in her own mind. She never would have pictured a man such as that looking at her with desire in his eyes. She shrugged to herself, just knowing that she had misread his lingering gaze.</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After the door closed behind her, Edward watched the beautiful woman walk to her large black SUV. As she approached it, she seemed to slow momentarily, and he saw her shoulders slump slightly. He was determined to brighten her day as she just had his.</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There was something about her that was refreshing. She was gorgeous, and had a sense of humor. That was plain, but there was something more that drew him. </span><br />
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Sometimes they can be so adorable, the ones where the little kids are all dressed in their finery ...<br />
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But, sometimes they can be hideous. Ugly sweaters, ugly faces, ridiculous backgrounds.<br />
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We thought we might be able to have some fun with the idea. So, this is our way of presenting our very first, <b><span style="color: red;">Pay It Forward, Decemberward Contest.</span></b><br />
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Submit to us a photo you think depicts the way our very own Edward Cullen would be celebrating the December holidays. He could be single, with a date or with his family and friends. Inside, outside, home or away. Use your imagination and make him the best you can.<br />
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<b>Entries submitted no later than Dec 20th.</b><br />
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<b>Winners announced December 25th </b><br />
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<b>There will be 3 Amazon Gift Cards awarded to 3 winners. </b><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Their parents were great friends in the small town of Forks, a small dot on the Washington State map that only appeared on Google Maps</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 6.6pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: super; white-space: pre-wrap;">TM</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> once you zoomed in. Esme and Carlisle Cullen were the reputable doctors in the area. They had achieved their two point five kids and ‘white-picket fence’ dream and were now living an entertaining life, or as much as you could be in that little town. Bella’s parents, Renee and Charlie Swan, were the quintessential average American family, with barbecues and burgers, beer and television shows. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Even at the young age of ten, it was amazing for Bella to observe the interaction between Dr. Cullen, who was currently sipping a canned beer, and Charlie, who was listening intently to the former’s dialogue regarding his extensive stamp collection, simply nodding from time to time. In the kitchen, Esme was putting the last touches to her Christmas pudding while Renee was loudly praising her in the background.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The actual dinner, was, for all intents and purposes, a disaster. The reason why was the presence of the two monsters (or at least that’s how they appeared in Bella’s mind) - Emmett and Edward Cullen. In comparison, their younger sister, Alice, was kind of cute, and maybe in a parallel universe, they would be friends. But Bella had to keep up her guard. The younger boy, Edward, who was about her age, was shooting daggers at her.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She was painfully shy, soft-spoken and clumsy, in action and speech.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Childhood sweethearts Edward and Bella are the picture of perfect love. When he suddenly leaves, Bella is forced to move on. 4 years later and living a successful life, the Cullens force their way back into her life.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He paced around the room as I sat on our couch. He kept muttering to himself, his cheeks flushed, his chest heaving.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"I can't keep doing this."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"This?"</span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He stood in front of me and gestured at the space between us. His eyes blazing with pain and guilt.</span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"This."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">From my chest, a cold, tight feeling began spreading—through my fingers, my stomach, my legs—everywhere. This. He couldn't keep doing this.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"You're not happy." My mouth was dry.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He shook his head, ever so slightly.</span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I nodded. "I see."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He fell to his knees, at my feet, in anguish and I gazed at his beautiful form. Even now, even as he broke my heart, he still captivated me fully.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"I am so, so sorry. You don't deserve this. I would give anything to not feel this way because you deserve the world, but I can't be the one to give it to you. I'm sorry."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My breath was shaky, and I feared my voice would break if I spoke.</span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Please, Bells, say something."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I shook my head as my eyes began to water.</span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Don't call me that—not now."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"I'm sorry," he began.</span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"There's nothing to apologize for," I interrupted, a small sad smile on my lips. "You're being honest with me. I can't blame you for not loving me."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He looked down as his face crumpled in anguish and the voice in my head wanted to scream—cry that he didn't deny it. If it had been a different situation, such a display of pain would have caused me to pull him to my arms, smooth the lines of his forehead with my thumb, and comfort him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Instead, I rose from my couch, walked stiffly into the bathroom, and wept. I wept for lost love. I wept for a whole future that we had planned. I wept until there were no more tears and I was sobbing dry, painful sobs. A part of me hoped he could hear me. I hoped he could hear the pain I felt. But I knew that he wasn't to blame. He had done nothing wrong.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">By the time I splashed cold water on my face and pulled myself together, ready to face him again, he was gone.</span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><a href="https://www.fanfiction.net/u/2647495/zeesees" target="_blank">https://www.fanfiction.net/u/2647495/zeesees</a><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span>Honeymoon Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01534365297215842018noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205393604245823295.post-3636269720449827252017-11-22T12:15:00.002-08:002017-11-24T13:42:19.073-08:00Encore ... Killa Saves the Bee by Ceceprincess1217<h2 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Killa Saves the Bee</b></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>by Ceceprincess1217</b></span></span></h2>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>June 2004 </b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Two pops. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Kill shots. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My heart beats wildly in my chest, but I know I have no time to freak the fuck out. I have to make sure Ma and Emmett are safe. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Leaving the room as quickly and as quietly as possible, I make my way to Da's office. I'm alert as I enter and go over to his safe, putting in the code before taking out the two Beretta 96A1 he has in there and the key to the gun cabinet in case I need more firepower. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Da has been training me for situations like this for two years. We were ambushed on a family vacation to the Cape. Ma was hit and lost the baby she was carrying. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I was so fucking mad at my dad for not protecting my mother like he always promised he would. He's taught my brother and me to always protect the women we marry, and he fucking failed. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The image of me hitting and punching him until I ran out of strength runs through my mind. Big bad Carlisle Masen couldn't even fight his twelve-year-old son back he was so full of grief. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Checking the chambers to make sure both guns are locked and loaded, I put the box of ammo in my pajama pocket and leave the room. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">With the gun pointed out in front of me, my hands are sure and steady. Once I round the corner, my finger is on the trigger when I come face to face with my terrified mother and brother. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Go and lock yourselves in the safe room," I whisper. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I press my finger against my lips, signaling for them to be quiet. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Pop. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Pop.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My mother lets out a high pitch 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. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">They're locked and loaded, and I know if they get up here we're all dead.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I aim; my hand steady like I was born to kill. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Pop. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Pop.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I fire.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Kill shot.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Deciding this is the best spot for me, I set the second gun next to me ready for when they come. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And come they do. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Fucking Italians!</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Steadying my breath, I quickly turn just as he's reaching the top stair and fires. 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. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Standing, I point and shoot in one swift motion. His eyes go wide before the life leaves them altogether. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">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. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My gun is locked and loaded when I ease in, only to find Felix, our head bodyguard bleeding out on Ma’s kitchen floor. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Christ, Kid! I thought they killed you all," he says, grimacing in pain. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He's bleeding from his chest and his leg, the body of a dead Italian at his feet.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"No. I killed them," I say coldly.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Our eyes lock, and he nods in understanding, pressing his hand against his wound as best he can. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Before I can move. the door opens, and I point my gun, once again prepared to defend my family.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Whoa! Whoa! It's me!" my da yells, coming into the kitchen with his gun ready and armed men surrounding him. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I lower my weapon but don't say a word because I'm too upset with him for leaving us vulnerable like this. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The gunmen separate and leave the kitchen while my father and I stare at each other. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"What happened, Felix?" my father asks.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Killa over there took out all the men except that one." He nods to me as two of the guys help him up.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"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.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Where were you?" I ask, my teeth clenched.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"I don't fucking answer to you. I'm the father!" he yells.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I lift the gun and holds it to his head. "Where. The. Fuck. Were. You?" My hand is wicked steady as I look into his cold blue eyes. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Oh! You're a killa now, so you're going to kill me too? Do it," he says, no fear in his eyes.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"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.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Whatever you say. Killa."</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><a href="https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12427108/1/Killa-Saves-the-Bee" target="_blank">https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12427108/1/Killa-Saves-the-Bee</a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><b><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The missing pieces of this extended Mobward fic will begin posting in December.</span></b><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="https://www.fanfiction.net/u/4475044/ceceprincess1217">https://www.fanfiction.net/u/4475044/ceceprincess1217</a></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span></div>
Honeymoon Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01534365297215842018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205393604245823295.post-59615502247843915682017-11-22T12:08:00.000-08:002017-11-22T12:08:19.547-08:00Encore ... Vancouver Waves by OtherRootVegetable<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The truth is that my best friend, the wonderful Angela Weber, does say it every time we see him, or every time he walks past us. Really, she once said it when she spied his name written on our class list. It's actually a little ridiculous, given that she's never said a word to him.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The poor boy.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"I mean, just look at him."</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Despite my stance on the matter, I do look. Angela's not wrong, at least. He's definitely easy on the eyes, all tall and broad, with unruly hair, and <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="0cec76e2-29a9-4093-bbae-b47bcb4162cc" id="ef8f8de6-1ac9-4a4c-9328-f260f5dad09a">mesmerising</gs> green-<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="0cec76e2-29a9-4093-bbae-b47bcb4162cc" id="deac5db2-2cff-46bc-b825-bbfbc5b65f4f">grey</gs> eyes. Wait, did I just use the word '<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="10ce2f98-14e8-4953-b844-4e3113d2d39c" id="241a9a74-722a-41f4-aae7-b3e6aa1f7a34">mesmerising</gs>?'</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"It's not even fair," Angela says with a huff. "Nobody should be allowed to look that good... <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="4e18db55-3e79-4ced-a0f5-067f2fffc604" id="3022827e-a369-4a77-a1bf-6a9e04ac3e5d">in</gs> clothes, no less."</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I shake my head, my attention returning to the sandwich in front of me. It's tuna salad, which isn't really my favorite, but Jake brought it for me when he dropped off my denim jacket a little earlier, and I just couldn't say no. It's actually a good thing though, because we're dissecting in Biology next, and nobody needs to know what I ate for lunch when it probably - definitely - comes back up. So I won't eat it.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I pick at the crust of the rye bread, only half-listening to Angela <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="aa130f4f-53ab-4d11-af71-121719b92cbf" id="7bd2f735-0375-43ab-93a8-062c791215a7">go</gs> on about how hot he is. I've told her just to talk to him, in the hopes that she'll get over her crush and we can all get on with our lives. We've been able to deduce that he is, in fact, single, but even I have to admit there's something incredibly standoffish about him.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Edward Cullen is about as approachable as the demon <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="577a157d-e612-4361-ab9c-a13e52b54b6a" id="0aa0a744-3a28-4eb3-b3a4-f437a993cbdf">lovechild</gs> of a porcupine and a snake. Please don't ask me how the baby-making would work, because I have enough nightmares as it is.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"What do you think he smells like?" Angela asks and, this time, I do roll my eyes.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Probably like chlorine and the hellfire," I say, and she shoots me a dirty glare. I can't help my laugh. "Seriously, Ange, he probably smells like a normal human boy."</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"But he's not a normal human boy."</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I sigh, leaning back in my chair. She's probably right though. It's unlikely anybody in this place is normal.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Myself included.</span></div>
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<i>Reviewed by Theodora Ragosa</i><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Bella is a journalist and on the case of a serial killer who leaves behind a sign – a red ribbon. While investigating the crimes, she realizes they all have something in common – her. Genetic experiments, keys that might be the ultimate cure or a lethal weapon in the wrong hands, this fic has it all.<br />It is not for the faint-hearted, as the characters die a thousand deaths and are always surrounded by danger.<br />What I most enjoyed is Edward’s passion and this strong Bella, as well as their love story which blossoms in the middle of chaos (quite literally).<br />The story may seem hard to read at times as the plot thickens, but it is well worth as it is beautifully written. Secondary characters are also well shaped, and it is intriguing to guess who is friend or foe, from volatile Emmett to femme fatal Rosalie, Alice, the doctor, broken soldier Jasper, to mastermind Carlisle and his nemesis Aro, or corrupt Charlie. The main characters also evolve, and although morals are a hard line to draw in this story, it is a tale of hope, the connection of souls, and yes – love.</span></h3>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Skyjack verb: to commandeer an aircraft, usually at gunpoint during flight, forcing the pilot to fly somewhere other <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="e92f89aa-3d33-4212-878a-09aa3dedd8e7" id="40d9d116-8a72-4566-aebc-8ef8f47136ec">than to the scheduled</gs> destination</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There was no doubt in my mind that the story the Captain told was just that, a story. There was no light to check out and as if to back that thought up, as I headed toward the cockpit door, it swung open to reveal Jacob Black and Riley Biers, the two guys who had been causing trouble earlier on in the flight. They were also both on the list Marcus had sent me and even though there was no incriminating information held on file, that didn’t convince me that they weren’t involved in something. I didn’t know what it was yet, but I was determined to find out.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Now that the plane had come to a halt close to one of the hangers, I was pretty sure that Black and Biers were attempting to hijack it; I just didn’t know why yet.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Black raised the gun he held. “Get back to your seat, fucker? You hear me? Mind your own fucking business or I’ll put a bullet in you.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Raising my hands to show I wasn’t a threat, I retreated a few steps. The gun didn’t <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="18190dfa-ef50-4c89-9190-568374a936a4" id="42a9d16b-38bb-4343-929c-5972a1369cb2">waver but</gs> my eyes flicked behind him to see the Captain lying on the floor, a pool of blood underneath his head and Biers standing over him.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="72c490bb-9da8-4f9e-b9d9-3f29f58cf7f5" id="6fc16e73-54c9-4803-a7c6-8d1552e5e9ad">Nah</gs>, but my Dad is so I know a fair bit.” I tried to sound nonchalant and it must have worked to some extent because he motioned me forward with the gun indicating the interior of the cabin. I edged past him carefully and knelt on the floor.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“We need him able to assist the co-pilot to fly this hunk of metal out of here.” Black spoke again.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Instead of answering him, I looked around and saw the co-pilot slumped over the aircraft controls, unconscious.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="41bfed71-be56-49f1-b545-efa6402b2ce4" id="3efdebb3-c400-4ac5-8fd8-48df6704fbfd">Well it</gs> doesn’t look like he’s fit <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="41bfed71-be56-49f1-b545-efa6402b2ce4" id="3f76d4cb-720f-40ea-91b3-d1252aa1e598">either does</gs> it?” My comment was sarcastic, and earned me a swift kick in the side from Biers.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“He will be,” he ground out.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I carefully turned the Captain <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="f49e6efa-a570-4a79-ab96-a56be50dccec" id="15a9f90d-cf21-43b8-8bab-4a83d0ff77a2">over noting</gs> that his name was James Hunter. Rubbing his sternum as I had seen my Dad do, I spoke to him. “Captain Hunter<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="79570eb8-d3f8-45e1-9c6d-2a568cb2bd70" id="4e4f5f07-7e01-4f90-b1bf-694efb4377f1"> …</gs> James<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="79570eb8-d3f8-45e1-9c6d-2a568cb2bd70" id="a99dc8d9-2606-4f3d-b981-9d0ad49bb071"> …</gs> can you hear me?”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He groaned and his eyes flickered open, but his gaze wasn’t clear. I could see a nasty gash on the side of his head that looked suspiciously like the mark a bullet would make. Now I was concerned; a head wound bled a <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="80256add-425d-475d-bc7d-8110accdcdde" id="8c09deea-7bae-4af1-b36a-1e6db8992fe0">lot but</gs> the problem would be that he might not wake and if he did, he might not be able to pilot a plane. There was nothing I could do for now, except to clean him up and make him comfortable.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Can we move him out there?” I indicated the seats in front of the cockpit. At Black’s nod, Biers took his heels and together we lifted him and laid him across the two seats where Heidi had lifted the arms to provide a little comfort for the man.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A tap on my shoulder had me spinning around and I only just barely managed to avoid my immediate action to pull my gun. Bella looked a little taken aback and looked at me warily.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I can help,” she whispered. Turning to Black, who stood further back, she explained she was a nurse. Instead of answering her, his gaze stroked over every inch of her body, leering. His eyes narrowed and he took a step forward. Bella equally took one back, until she was leaning against me. Black’s eyes rose to mine, <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="bdc5c986-9eca-4a7d-9aa3-7deedac9afd6" id="4fe2a201-8c03-49c8-8e80-737cdbe8ca29">smirking but</gs> he nodded, agreeing without speaking.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Stunned at the possessiveness and <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="b5b2f19e-a989-4a1d-990a-1b1913c84336" id="a7a0048e-0d48-460e-800f-7e19b7bec360">anger</gs> that coursed through me at that moment, I said nothing, trying to work out why I felt that way. It was too soon, my mind screamed. I’d only known her for a bare few hours, but I was unable to deny that I felt something for her; I just didn't know what or how much further the feelings might grow. I sighed mentally and returned my attention to the situation, knowing that now Bella was on Black’s radar and his thoughts were not pleasant; he wanted her. What’s more, I had become known to him now and it was likely he’d take any opportunity to bring me down.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Black finally turned away from us and Bella asked Heidi if she had a first aid kit.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Of course, miss<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="7d39f38e-dc6c-4c86-a4d4-e81e846500dc" id="bd6641d9-9e7f-4e79-92d6-bf6e6360fc73"> …</gs>”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Just Bella, thanks, Heidi.” Bella smiled at her.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Bella,” Heidi nodded and stepped into the galley. Reaching into an overhead cupboard, she produced the kit she was asked for and handed it to her. Opening it, Bella, removed gauze, and antiseptic and proceeded to clean Hunter’s wound and apply a bandage, which did ease the bleeding. He still showed no signs of coming round, but his breathing was easier, so I was hopeful he would recover.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The sound of a voice from the radio in the cockpit interrupted my musings as Black stepped toward the <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="36e202d6-6794-4c4e-a5fe-d4f4f2cd7f79" id="3e381160-d79e-41fe-95ad-0b6ea2952ce7">coms</gs>. “Black, that you?”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Caius, my old friend. You here already, man?”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“That I am, Jacob. You ready for me and Paul?”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Good stuff. Any police or soldiers?”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“A few, but I reckon we can get around them, no problem. I’ve some men prepared to create a nice little diversion, leaving us free to make it through to you in around thirty minutes.” He laughed. “Just listen for the big bang.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He signed off and Black turned to Heidi. “You heard? My friends will be with us soon. We’ll be taking off as soon as they get here. In the meantime<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="63283261-9635-4b65-a1c8-3371db4f7ad2" id="1df6930b-4e6f-4b45-8c62-699d8168bd3a"> …</gs>” He thrust a list at <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="63283261-9635-4b65-a1c8-3371db4f7ad2" id="8c53c967-73e2-4b40-9a13-49e3a87bd676">herkyjacked</gs>. “... I want to see these people.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“What do you want them for?” I questioned. Swinging around, Black glared at me, obviously having forgotten I was still standing there.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "comic sans ms"; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“What’s it to you, fucker? It’s none of your business.” He glared at me, before his gaze sliding over Bella once more. I moved to stand in front of her to block him, but he only smirked.</span></div>
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Honeymoon Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01534365297215842018noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205393604245823295.post-61895132094122533212017-10-27T19:25:00.001-07:002017-10-29T08:38:09.781-07:00Fran's Pick ... In the Land of Sweetwater by anna.who.was.mad<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br /><span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;">In the Land of Sweetwater by anna.who.was.mad</span></h2>
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Honeymoon Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01534365297215842018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205393604245823295.post-86015165699281514992017-10-27T19:20:00.000-07:002017-10-29T08:38:09.851-07:00Encore ... Neopolitan by CiaraShayee<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; color: black; font-family: "verdana"; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Maybe I am. Would that be okay?”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "verdana"; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Well…” Bella pretended to think about it. She loved the way it made Carlisle frown, his eyes narrowing, lips pursing, long fingers tapping the glass in his hand. She wanted those fingers on </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "verdana"; font-size: 10pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">her</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "verdana"; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; color: black; font-family: "verdana"; font-size: 10pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Or in me, whatever. I’m not greedy. Okay, so maybe I am.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "verdana"; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Electricity hummed in the air between them, <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="c43cb1f8-329f-4755-92a7-c8c1ac58424e" id="d43225ee-0fa9-497f-99ae-59eb4f7bc734"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="249e3147-6852-4084-8154-bd9c58d99b4f" id="67920cf4-2bc2-42fb-b7e0-b17874a41f91">warmth</gs></gs> radiating from Carlisle’s knee where it touched Bella’s calf hanging over the bar. Even through their trousers, she could feel him; feel the vibrations skittering from his body into hers. It felt as though somebody had plugged her into a power point, energy thrumming through her veins and jump-starting her heart as he let his free hand glide up; from the top of her foot encased in her old </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "verdana"; font-size: 10pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Chucks</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "verdana"; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, over her <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="80a10d93-4d97-45ee-abfb-6612fb191cd0" id="a2c1b10d-19db-4f43-9f4c-b4aeed95d66c"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="c28dca1e-ee4d-4014-8adc-eef8835ea6ed" id="b1e013a3-0462-47b5-8788-a77dc949ce3f">shin</gs></gs>, her knee where he paused to draw circles which made her shiver. Finally, he stopped at her thigh, lazily squeezing. She shook, desperate for his hand to climb higher to the point between her thighs where she burned for him. Where she ached for his fingers or those kissable lips.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; color: black; font-family: "verdana"; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“<gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="1d0bd5d2-dcf9-4a3f-9ac5-d2f0fe675d75" id="6dd8d3cf-4ae3-4f1f-8905-0ed329b5c4c3"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="d6e6dbff-3528-43cf-9628-7682261d54c2" id="c0f866ed-bed9-43e1-bfaf-de55d547f238">Hm</gs></gs>?” Drunk on the feeling of his hand on her, Bella managed to blink and meet his eyes.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; color: black; font-family: "verdana"; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She noticed the heat within them just a second before he changed his hold from gentle to firm, giving her one quick tug to yank her from the bar onto his lap. She straddled him on the stool, squealing quietly when it rocked twice before settling. Bella had barely a second to orient herself before he stole the breath from her lungs, his lips crashing roughly against hers. She hesitated briefly before responding in kind, clutching his strong shoulders as she eagerly welcomed his tongue into her mouth, their kiss all heat, fire, and passion.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; color: black; font-family: "verdana"; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He tasted of <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="a97b4c65-9e64-4a0a-b2c9-494d9e377789" id="a26eb066-2978-4995-bca7-5416990afc0e"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="ca478461-7581-4a30-96a1-3f2a78669ecb" id="6015ba7d-b124-4a48-97d8-92b8f9862d89">whiskey but</gs></gs> also sweet like Coke, and vaguely minty, like he’d had a fresh mint or smoked a menthol before returning to the bar. His thighs were solid beneath her, his chest <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="c5b23f23-79cd-47be-8b21-db9322779de3" id="ac1dfce0-5c80-4b58-89d9-892e45eb8cce"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="c95e2f5c-7dd0-48de-8333-160d97463d1c" id="ab92347f-bd2d-470a-93e5-fbe7d0cf3312">firm</gs></gs> against hers as she pulled herself as close as possible and nipped at his lower lip.</span></div>
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<span id="docs-internal-guid-ab2c2a96-60a8-54be-00ee-d21e57107c1d"><br /></span>Honeymoon Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01534365297215842018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205393604245823295.post-88887020638778758122017-10-27T19:18:00.000-07:002017-10-29T08:38:09.887-07:00Encore ... She Rocks My World By Gabby1017<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I’m still in the dressing room as my heart </span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">races as I faintly hear the </span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">intro. Shaking my fingers and jumping up, I bounce in place</span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, revving </span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">up my adrenaline by pounding the beat on the walls with my fists. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My music is my only lifeline.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I take one last look in the full-length mirror. Sliding my hands under the leather of my pants, I adjust myself, then lower the waistband. I decide not to wear my torn T-shirt, leaving me with only the matching vest. Running my fingers through my fully-layered, thick hair, I can’t seem to tame</span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As the platform rises, I see Jazz pressing Gertie and wailing her strings tightly under his furious fingers, as Emmett dances across the stage with his bass booming and kicking his legs to the side. Garrett looks down at me tipping his head in a nod. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="009050f2-d4a1-402e-8209-0e057732b10b" id="e49cef3e-1237-4f2f-9d2e-a9d6c108a3be">pyros</gs> blast, sparks fly, explosions boom, crackle, and sizzle, as I ascend to the stage on top of my baby grand piano.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The crowd explodes once I jump up into a split, flares set off around me</span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, as I solidly </span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">land on my feet with a loud bang of a drum. I laugh and graciously exaggerate a bow to the screaming audience. Adjusting my leather pants, I pull off the </span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">vest, spinning </span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">it around over my head, taunting the girls in the front, </span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">then t</span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">hrowing it out </span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">into</span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> the crowd. There’s a major </span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="81e4e89b-2696-4b2b-b53a-533a37564624" id="fc120fb1-1411-4120-868c-6f9969423750">catfight</gs> </span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">of pushing and shoving, but one victor jumps up and down, clenching my leather in her hands.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jazz starts to play the beginning of our new hit, “Kiss Me, Baby” and I command the stage strutting from one side to the other puckering my lips and running my tongue over them.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We play three of our new songs, and I feel the need for a drink. I look into the wings and Jen raises a large glass in her hand. Singing, I dance over and grab the glass, mouth a ‘thank you,' take a swig and place it on Garrett’s drum platform.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Every bit the rock star, I play with the crowd and when the song ends, I grab my drink and sit at the piano bench as I tickle some ivories. My piano faces stage-left, and I turn my head to address the audience as lean into the <gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="53a85539-ba4f-4df8-a127-34829b604991" id="9255bfc0-52c3-4e5d-a99a-4df71d8162c6">mic</gs>, “Hey, Seattle, it’s nice to be close to home.”</span></div>
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