Posted on Fictionators as well... BtSatM teaser will come after I've finished this chapter. I swear, I'm trying to get back into the alternating-updates-cycle I was doing before I got blocked... *sigh*
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"Was that a Bella ass pop I heard?" Emmett asked as I walked into the kitchen.
"It was."
He snickered.
I rummaged through the cupboards and refrigerator, finding nothing suitable to fix for breakfast other than sugary cereal and expired milk. I turned and faced Emmett and ran my hand through my hair before speaking.
"What are we supposed to eat if neither of our women have gone to the store lately?"
"BEC's, dude."
"What's a BEC?" I questioned.
"Bacon, egg, and cheese." He stared at me like I was some sort of strange, mythological creature he'd just caught sight of.
I made a face with the thought of eating all that greasy food from McDonald's. "That's disgusting."
"It's fucking awesome," he argued. "Don't you like McYuck's?"
"No. That's quite an apt description of it, though, Emmett."
He shrugged. "Suit yourself. There might be something in the freezer if you're lucky."
I opened the freezer to find ice cream, ice, and something I couldn't identify. Sighing, I pulled out my mobile and dialed the bakery Bella had mentioned she loved so many times and ordered for delivery.
"You gotten any of those tabloids lately?" Emmett asked, not looking up from the magazine in front of him.
"Zafrina usually has them delivered to my house, but I've not had a chance to look at them. Why?"
"Bella's face is on every single one Rosalie got in the mail last night."
Fuck.
"Let me see those." I hastily pulled them out of Emmett's hands and started rifling through them.
Pictures of Bella at USC, walking down the sidewalk, and into her apartment as well as pictures of the two of us together were splashed on every cover along with Tanya's face and captions like "Edward Masen's secret affair. Our exclusive with heartbroken Tanya Denali." and things that scandalized our relationship and Bella's age. There was even an article that claimed an exclusive interview with some random bloke at USC and stated that Bella frequently participated in threesomes and that was how we'd eventually met, because I obviously liked them young and felt it necessary to troll for girls on campus.
If I wasn't so worried about Bella's reaction, I might've laughed at the last bit. Bella was the first significantly younger girl I'd ever dated, yet this person writing the article implied that it almost compulsive for me.
It wasn't like being on the cover was unexpected, but somehow actually holding proof that people were going to take advantage of Bella and me for their own gain made it so much worse.
Bella's laughter filtered throughout the flat, and I quickly shoved the magazines toward Emmett in panic.
"Hide them," I hissed.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
The Man Who Can't Be Moved Ch 23 Teaser
"What's this shit you're supposedly not giving me?"
"Oh. Are you really okay? I mean, you seem fine, but honestly, the closet thing was a little weird."
"I'm all right," he said soothingly. "It's a coping mechanism, I suppose."
I nodded. "I figured. What were you worried about?"
He sighed. "Everything."
I waited for him to elaborate.
"From your safety to whether you'd panic again and I'd find you curled up into yourself like I did Monday. Fear. Plain and simple and no more rational than your fears."
I stared at him in stunned silence. "Edward Masen is afraid?" I asked incredulously.
"Of Isabella Swan," he responded bleakly.
"But why?"
"I've never been so..." He stared at the display as he searched for the right word. "Consumed by someone before. I've never been so invested in a relationship. I've never really even been my total self with a woman in over twenty years. Not since that first film."
"I don't understand," I said slowly.
He leaned forward with an intensity in his eyes I'd never seen before. "Don't you see? You're the only one I've ever let see the real me, therefore, you're the only one who could ever truly hurt me. You could choose to leave me. You could be physically harmed or worse." He swallowed convulsively.
"Edward," I whispered. "Why is it bothering you so much now?"
"Because before it was speculation. Now, it's reality. I see all the possible ways this could go wrong for us and it frightens me." He locked his serious gaze with mine. "Tell me how to get past the fear, baby. I don't know how."
This was almost too much to handle. My Edward; my smart, reasonable, sometimes extremely funny Edward was behaving like me, the inexperienced college student who didn't have anything in her life to serve as a base point for this relationship and guide her through the world of love and lust and everything that came between it.
It was sobering to be on the other end and feel the worry that went with wondering if that other person's fear would someday cause you pain, and I was suddenly so sorry for all the times I'd done it to him.
"You want to go through that display over there, don't you?" I inclined my head to the disarrayed shirts to our right.
"My fingers are itching to sort through the stock," he responded jokingly.
I giggled. "I don't have any good advice to tell you, because I'm still learning myself. I just keep pushing past it. I keep my feet firmly planted on the ground when I feel that urge to run and remind myself of everything I'd be missing out on if I left. But please remember, I love you. Even if you are half nuts."
"And I love you," he responded on a chuckle.
"Oh. Are you really okay? I mean, you seem fine, but honestly, the closet thing was a little weird."
"I'm all right," he said soothingly. "It's a coping mechanism, I suppose."
I nodded. "I figured. What were you worried about?"
He sighed. "Everything."
I waited for him to elaborate.
"From your safety to whether you'd panic again and I'd find you curled up into yourself like I did Monday. Fear. Plain and simple and no more rational than your fears."
I stared at him in stunned silence. "Edward Masen is afraid?" I asked incredulously.
"Of Isabella Swan," he responded bleakly.
"But why?"
"I've never been so..." He stared at the display as he searched for the right word. "Consumed by someone before. I've never been so invested in a relationship. I've never really even been my total self with a woman in over twenty years. Not since that first film."
"I don't understand," I said slowly.
He leaned forward with an intensity in his eyes I'd never seen before. "Don't you see? You're the only one I've ever let see the real me, therefore, you're the only one who could ever truly hurt me. You could choose to leave me. You could be physically harmed or worse." He swallowed convulsively.
"Edward," I whispered. "Why is it bothering you so much now?"
"Because before it was speculation. Now, it's reality. I see all the possible ways this could go wrong for us and it frightens me." He locked his serious gaze with mine. "Tell me how to get past the fear, baby. I don't know how."
This was almost too much to handle. My Edward; my smart, reasonable, sometimes extremely funny Edward was behaving like me, the inexperienced college student who didn't have anything in her life to serve as a base point for this relationship and guide her through the world of love and lust and everything that came between it.
It was sobering to be on the other end and feel the worry that went with wondering if that other person's fear would someday cause you pain, and I was suddenly so sorry for all the times I'd done it to him.
"You want to go through that display over there, don't you?" I inclined my head to the disarrayed shirts to our right.
"My fingers are itching to sort through the stock," he responded jokingly.
I giggled. "I don't have any good advice to tell you, because I'm still learning myself. I just keep pushing past it. I keep my feet firmly planted on the ground when I feel that urge to run and remind myself of everything I'd be missing out on if I left. But please remember, I love you. Even if you are half nuts."
"And I love you," he responded on a chuckle.
Between the Sun and the Moon Ch 30 Teaser
Yes, I know how much I suck with this story. I got blocked and then real life got so busy I didn't have a chance to write. Add to that, Stratan's computer dying, and you get a fucking long ass wait. So sorry!
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Edward's arms wrapped themselves around my waist and his lips pressed against my temple. "You look lost, love," he said softly. "'What are you out here thinking about?"
"All sorts of naughty things," I replied jokingly.
His chuckle vibrated against my skin, sending chills through me. "All involving me, I hope."
"Nope. No such luck." I laid my head back against his chest. "I thought of an idea for a story."
"That's great." He kissed me again. "Care to tell me what it's about?"
"Suspense mixed with some romance. I'm thinking of using a scarier version of our house for the main event. Someone wants the heroine's new lover dead. With a twist."
"Twist?"
I nodded. "It's a secret."
"I'm sure you'll shock the hell out of your readers." He paused. "Speaking of readers, have you been on the internet recently?"
"Yes. Between three kids and the madness surrounding us, I've had so much time to surf," I said dryly.
"Ah, not funny. I'd like to pretend things have been boringly normal around here."
So would I.
But that was never going to happen. We'd been forever altered by this one summer. The memories would continue to lie in wait, resurfacing when we least expected it and pulling us back into the darkness that we'd managed to escape from. Though I wished we could say we came out emotionally untouched, I knew we were stronger, better people because we hadn't.
"Well, come inside, and I'll show you what I found."
He took my hand and led me inside. We went straight to our bedroom, and he shut the door behind us.
"What are you doing?"
"Just a second." He took his laptop off the small desk and pulled up the web browser. A few clicks and he was spinning the computer around so that I could see the screen.
"It's a book."
"It is. Read on."
I skimmed through the chapter and noticed it was based on my book. My characters were doing things I'd never dreamed of.
"Holy shit, it's porn!" I exclaimed in shock.
"I believe the correct term is smut. Lemons." I gave him an incredulous look. "I've learned a lot recently. Some of it's really hot."
"You perv!" I laughed. "When have you been reading all this?"
"I'm not around you every second of the day, Bella," he said in amusement. "I sometimes do a search on you to see how your books are doing and what your fans and the critics are saying about your work."
"You do?"
He smiled warmly. "Of course I do. I will always want to know about everything you do." He pointed back to the screen. "Anyway, this site popped up one day. Curiosity got the best of me. There are some really talented people out there in fandom."
"My husband reads fan fiction," I giggled.
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Edward's arms wrapped themselves around my waist and his lips pressed against my temple. "You look lost, love," he said softly. "'What are you out here thinking about?"
"All sorts of naughty things," I replied jokingly.
His chuckle vibrated against my skin, sending chills through me. "All involving me, I hope."
"Nope. No such luck." I laid my head back against his chest. "I thought of an idea for a story."
"That's great." He kissed me again. "Care to tell me what it's about?"
"Suspense mixed with some romance. I'm thinking of using a scarier version of our house for the main event. Someone wants the heroine's new lover dead. With a twist."
"Twist?"
I nodded. "It's a secret."
"I'm sure you'll shock the hell out of your readers." He paused. "Speaking of readers, have you been on the internet recently?"
"Yes. Between three kids and the madness surrounding us, I've had so much time to surf," I said dryly.
"Ah, not funny. I'd like to pretend things have been boringly normal around here."
So would I.
But that was never going to happen. We'd been forever altered by this one summer. The memories would continue to lie in wait, resurfacing when we least expected it and pulling us back into the darkness that we'd managed to escape from. Though I wished we could say we came out emotionally untouched, I knew we were stronger, better people because we hadn't.
"Well, come inside, and I'll show you what I found."
He took my hand and led me inside. We went straight to our bedroom, and he shut the door behind us.
"What are you doing?"
"Just a second." He took his laptop off the small desk and pulled up the web browser. A few clicks and he was spinning the computer around so that I could see the screen.
"It's a book."
"It is. Read on."
I skimmed through the chapter and noticed it was based on my book. My characters were doing things I'd never dreamed of.
"Holy shit, it's porn!" I exclaimed in shock.
"I believe the correct term is smut. Lemons." I gave him an incredulous look. "I've learned a lot recently. Some of it's really hot."
"You perv!" I laughed. "When have you been reading all this?"
"I'm not around you every second of the day, Bella," he said in amusement. "I sometimes do a search on you to see how your books are doing and what your fans and the critics are saying about your work."
"You do?"
He smiled warmly. "Of course I do. I will always want to know about everything you do." He pointed back to the screen. "Anyway, this site popped up one day. Curiosity got the best of me. There are some really talented people out there in fandom."
"My husband reads fan fiction," I giggled.
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