The Man Who Can't Be Moved Chapter 40 Teaser

Two teasers again today; first, the text teaser that will be on Fictionators later too, and then another pictease. Both teasers are from EPOV.

If you're reading WYWG, I'm trying... honestly. Stratan and I have been really busy (mostly me... ), so we've not had any time to talk about it. I'll force the issue when I submit this chapter for beta'ing. ;)

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Her eyes widened, and she quickly ended her call as soon as she saw me. “My God, Edward. Are you all right? You look… so…”

I laughed bitterly, reaching up and running my hand over the stubble on my jaw. The last time I’d looked in a mirror was in Japan. I had no idea how awful I looked, nor did I care.

“No, I’m not ‘all right’, Z. Not at all.” I threw the magazines at her. “I want this gone. Now.”

“Edward, they had a-“

I opened one of them, revealing the pictures of Bella being carried on a stretcher—“packaged” and on route to the hospital—before turning the page and showing her the pictures of the interior of the car. I hardened myself to what was on the page, blocking out any thoughts of what Bella must’ve gone through, and pointed out the close-up of the blood spatters on the broken window where Bella’s head had been thrown against it. The airbags were deflated and hanging limply from the steering wheel and along the right side of the SUV, but they did nothing to save Bella from any damage. The dash still crushed her. The fender still collapsed on her.

“I don’t want to hear that they were on public property and had the right to take photos of my wife lying unconscious in a demolished vehicle, bleeding out, while they gawked and got their money shots,” I said fiercely. “I want it gone. I don’t want anything affecting Bella when she wakes up. Call in the few favors we’re owed… whatever. I won’t be in the public eye anymore, so it won’t make a difference if you have to cash all of them in. Just make it disappear… for a little while, at least,” I amended when she went to speak again. “I need her to get well, Zafrina. I need her home.”

She took a deep breath and nodded. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“That’s all I ask.” I straightened up and ran my hands through my hair. “Shred those?” I asked, feeling my stomach roll as the images played through my mind again. “I don’t think I can look at them again.”

She hurriedly gathered them up and threw them next to her feet sothey were out of my sight. “Consider it done.”

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The Man Who Can't Be Moved Chapter 39 Teaser(s)

Yeah, there's two ;)

Here's the link to the pic tease, which is the first one I've ever done (and I loved it, hehe):

http://www.pictease.blogspot.com/

I'm near the bottom... you know, alphabetical order and all *sigh*

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“I don’t want to go,” I slurred, throwing myself back up to an upright position. It was kind of a Tawny Kitaen move, and yes, thanks to one of many of Renée’s phases, I was well aware of that awful eighty’s reference. Just give me an old, white Trans Am and a dude with way too much hair, and I was golden. “Oh, that was a mistake,” I said as my stomach rolled.

He threw a trashcan at me. “Puke in that.”

I threw it back at him; my aim was horrific, and it ended up knocking the lamp that sat on the end table over.

“Oops,” I said, blushing. Or, at least, I think I was blushing. I couldn’t really feel my face.

“Jesus, Bella. Get the fuck up before you make an ass out of yourself and have it make front page news.”

I wished I could say that statement sobered me up, but it didn’t. “Let ‘em,” I said with an awkward wave of dismissal. “I’m so tired of pretending to be perfect.”

Emmett’s face softened as he stood me up. “I know. Where’d you leave the other two drunkards at?”

“At the karaoke machine,” I giggled.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned.

I giggled harder. “Rosalie can’t sing,” I said in what was supposed to have been a whisper. It just wound up sounding like a deranged hiss.

“Dear God, BDB. Get some fucking gum. Your breath is rank.”

I ignored him, focusing on more important things that I’d just now noticed—my cell phone was no longer in his hand. “Hey!” I cried indignantly. “You hung up with Edward!”

“Uh, yeah,” he said, staring at me like I’d grown a second head. “A while ago.”

A sob burst free from my chest. “Why? I could have talked to him some more!”

“Yeah, that’s not happening. You’re barely lucid.”

“Bull-fucking-shit,” I snapped, and then proceeded to try to give myself a sobriety test, missing the tip of my nose with my index fingers by a long shot. “Damn it.”

He chuckled. “I’ll record you talking. Let you listen to it tomorrow. Maybe I’ll leak it to the press.”

The Man Who Can't Be Moved Ch 38 Teaser

The chapter should be up in a couple of days... Sorry for the wait. Things have been insane lately, if you didn't catch that statment last week ;)

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Halfway through washing my hair, I heard Rosalie’s muffled voice. I strained to listen to her, because I was going to kick Emmett’s ass if he was in my bathroom while I was naked, and nearly threw myself out the shower door when I heard her utter “Edward” quietly. The only thing stopping me was the fact that, as previously stated, I was naked.

“Gimme the phone,” I demanded, popping my head out from behind the heavy glass door.

“Bella, you’re going to get shampoo in your eyes.”

“I don’t care. Give. Me. The. Phone.”

She laughed. “You can’t rinse your hair first?”

I shook my head obstinately.

“Suit yourself.”

I snatched the phone out of her hand and pushed my soapy hair back so that I didn’t ruin it. “Hi, baby.”

“Anxious to talk to me, are we?” he chuckled. “I’d have waited, love.”

“I wanted to hear your voice,” I admitted sheepishly, earning another chuckle.

“I understand you’re naked.”

I flushed and snuck a glance at Rose. “Yeah.”

“And wet.”

“Holy shit,” I breathed. The sound of his voice had me aching in a completely different way. “Stop doing that.”

“I don’t know what you’re referring to,” he replied thickly. “The fact that you’re naked and wet has me wanting to catch the next flight home so I can feel you writhing against me when I fuck you?”

I stuttered something incoherent back; Rosalie snickered, so I flipped her off.

“God, I miss you,” he moaned. “I miss your taste, your sounds; your scent. I miss the way your body wraps around mine…”

“Wh-“ I swallowed hard. “What time is it there?”

“Can’t handle it this morning?” he teased.

“Rose is here,” I murmured.

“Yes, I know.”

“That’s not fair,” I pouted.

While You Were Gone Ch 6 Teaser

Um... Hi. Sorry it's been a while since I've posted/written anything. I actually have been super busy with a friend's wedding (in three weeks), and I wrote one of the SN FGB2 outtake chapters last week instead of one of my WiPs.

So explanation over... here's the tease :)

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Lauren came over and batted her eyelashes, trying to appear sexy. At least, that’s what I gathered from her thoughts. To me, she simply looked like she had something in her eye.

“When did you get back?” Jessica asked.

“My family and I came back last week,” I answered, glancing around quickly for Bella and staying as detached as possible during this conversation.

Lauren snorted. “Why would you ever want to come back to this hillbilly town?”

I dragged a hand through my hair. “Carlisle was needed here,” I replied. It wasn’t a complete lie.

“So do you have plans for college?” Jessica interjected.

“They’re changing,” I said vaguely, “but yes. Alice, Jasper, and I all do.”

“I can’t wait to get out of this town,” Lauren said snidely. “I bet you can’t wait either, Edward.”

“Well, I-“

“Because Bella Swan looks like shit,” she continued. “You’re lucky you got out when you did.”

“Excuse me?” I asked, dumbfounded.

Jessica giggled. “She really went downhill. I think she’s even gone a little crazy. God, I went to the movies with her a few months back, and I just about died from embarrassment. Avoid that freak at all costs.”

“You could do so much better,” Lauren said with a smirk.

I tensed with anger and had to keep focus on not snarling threateningly at the two of them as they continued obliviously bashing my mate. I went to defend her, unconcerned with scaring any of the other patrons in the diner by my monstrous demeanor, only to stop as I felt that hum in the air that signified Bella’s presence.

“I’ve got it,” she said low enough that only I could catch it.

Her scent wrapped itself around me, immediately calming me down. I took a hesitant step back and waited for Bella to make her move.

“Hey, baby. Sorry it took me so long.” Bella slid her hands over my chest and to my neck. She stood on her toes, bringing me down for a soft kiss. “I was watching the show,” she whispered with a glint in her eye.

I chuckled under my breath. “I just bet you were.”