The night air in Forks was thick with firelight and mischief. Bella sat near the bonfire, whiskey burning her throat, laughter ringing around her like sparks on the wind. Across the flames, Jasper Whitlock leaned back—shirtless under a leather jacket, golden eyes watching her like a dare. “Truth or dare?” Emmett asked, grinning. Bella blinked, heart racing. “Dare.” Jasper’s slow, dangerous smirk was a promise. “Then come here, darlin’, and whisper the dirtiest thing you’ve ever thought about me.” She did. And when…

Jasper moved to a fallen log and gestured for her to join him. She hesitated only briefly before sitting, leaving space between them. Not because she feared him—but because she knew he respected her boundaries. To her surprise, he slid marginally closer. “You know,” he said softly, “in my time, weddings were small affairs. Family, a few close friends. The ceremony itself lasted ten minutes.” “That sounds perfect,” Bella sighed, hugging her knees. “I take it that’s not what Edward and Alice have planned.” She huffed a…

She thought the heartbreak was over. Three months after Edward left her broken in the woods, Bella Swan is barely holding herself together—until a night on First Beach changes everything. When Paul Lahote, the pack’s fiercest wolf with a troubled past, imprints on her, the bond is instant… and undeniable. But Bella isn’t ready for fate, and Paul isn’t used to asking permission. With tempers flaring, secrets unraveling, and Jacob Black unwilling to let her go, Bella must decide whether to rebuild her heart—or…

Bella Swan returned from Italy with more than just emotional scars—she came back with clarity. Edward’s cold promises ring hollow now, and with each step away from his controlling grip, she steps closer to freedom. When Jasper Hale appears at the airport in scuffed cowboy boots and a flannel shirt, something shifts. He isn’t polished perfection—he’s real, worn in like the leather of his old truck and the scars he doesn’t try to hide. As storm clouds gather over Forks, a different storm…

The motel room was quiet except for the steady rhythm of rain tapping the windows. Bella lay curled against Jasper, his fingers tracing lazy circles along her spine. She felt more alive in these stolen moments than she ever had under Edward’s careful, suffocating love. “You ever think we were meant to crash into each other like this?” she whispered. Jasper smirked, brushing his lips against her temple. “Darlin’, I don’t believe in fate—but I sure as hell believe in you.” Outside, thunder…

When Bella Swan moves into an old Victorian house in Forks, she hopes for a quiet escape from the ghosts of her past. But the house holds secrets of its own. In the attic, she discovers a forgotten box of letters, penned by a soldier from another time. As she reads, an unsettling connection begins to form—one that defies logic and whispers of something more than coincidence. Drawn deeper into the mystery, Bella soon realizes that some echoes of the past refuse to…