AN: These characters are not mine.
As Bella moved closer to inspect the diamond ring Edward had sent her, it pulsed more quickly, more brightly.
She picked it up and threaded it onto her right ring finger, but it was too snug as her right hand was a half-size bigger than her left.
But Jake’s moonstone shell ring was already on her left ring finger, so she slid it off, replacing it with Boleyn’s Blaze.
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“Hey Bels, this package was on the doorstep when I got home,” Charlie said as Bella dropped her bag on the kitchen table. He handed her the small parcel, wrapped the old fashioned way, in kraft paper and twine.
Miss Bella Swan was written in careful handwriting. Edward’s.
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Summary: Tim takes a hard look in the mirror.
SPOILERS: takes place after season 4. Note: these characters are not mine.
I was packing up my stuff at the house before Billy and I went down to the sherriff’s.
I was leafing through my high school papers and junk, and found the picture they took for the Panthers yearbook my senior year.
I happened to be standing in front of a mirror, and when I looked at my reflection, and then back at the picture, I was shocked.
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Repeat: Taylor, loincloth, wielding sword, leaping over mutants...
*sigh*
Bella was so intoxicated by the moment—the cool fresh air wisping around her cheeks, the glow and smoky scent of the bonfire, the cheddar moon, and of course, the heat rising between her and Jake, slow dancing, but mainly relishing melting in each other’s arms.
Suddenly, she heard twigs snapping, a weird wooshing, and then two wolves baying. Quil and Embry, who had been spying on the pair, emerged from the bushes as wolves, nervously pawing the ground.
Jake shoved Bella away abruptly, and she toppled to the ground. “Jake!,” she yelled.
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Spoiler: through FNL 4.7.
Note: These characters are not mine.
Length: @800 words. One shot.
Pageant Dress Tryst
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Spoilers: alternates between FNL 4.12 and flashbacks. Written on a prompt from
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Chars: Tim and his mom. Note: these characters are not mine.
The Snowglobe and the Matchbook
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Yeah, another intense emotional roller coaster. Lordy.
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Spoilers: Through FNL 4.8
AN: These characters aren't mine.
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Bella followed Emily along the path to the clearing near the beach, tripping on a jutting root. Oops, she whispered, stumbling.
A howl cut the air, followed by a few others.
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Chars: Tim, Luke, Becky
Spoilers: Through 4.8 and 4.9 preview
@1200 words
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I was going to find Vesuvius and throw it in, just like Frodo, Edward mumbled.
He held the ring up, letting the flourescent light twinkle off its brilliant facets.
It was made from my grandmother’s heirloom pendant. The diamond was cut to her specific wishes by the jeweller to Henry the 8th.
And it was to be yours, Bella, he sighed.
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When?!, Bellla cried to Alice. When’s Edward leaving? And when are you leaving?, she said with panic in her voice, as Jake held her shoulders to keep her stable.
We’re leaving next week for Oregon, honey, Alice said. Edward seems to want to leave as soon as possible. In fact he may be packing his things as we speak.
Alice came closer to Bella, taking her hands, then pulling her into a hug.
You know it’s probably best for everyone, dear. There’s been so much trouble since we arrived, and Forks is just too small for so much drama. As Jacob can attest… she trailed off, glancing at Jake’s eyes, burning like coals ready for grilling.
Vamps, even Alice, had that effect on him.
Alice’s cell rang. She checked the number and pulled it to her ear.
Edward, she said, listening, then frowning. How is that possible? Didn’t you take all precautions?, she said impatiently.
Well, I can be there in about 45 minutes. She’s here with me. I will bring her, she said hastily, ringing off.
Damn it, I can’t believe this. This could ruin everything, Alice muttered.
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A Twilight fic. AN: these characters are not mine.
The last time Bella had gone to the movies with Jake, Mike had come too. She’d sat between the two boys who each laid an open hand on her armrests, like baited hooks trying to catch a nice fat fish.
She wasn’t the least bit moved to take Mike’s hand, but the heat radiating from Jake’s hand was tempting her.
When Mike got sick and they went to the lobby to wait, when Jake held her hand, at first she didn’t pull away because it felt organic. Then she thought about it for a second, thought about Edward, and let go. But she didn’t want to.
So now, as they watched Fantastic Mr. Fox, she relaxed into the situation, relishing Jake’s heat.
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