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Snowflakes and Stories:
Writing Blood and Whisky in the Sunroom The soft crackle of the fireplace blends with the rhythmic tapping of my keyboard. I sit comfortably in my sunroom, a steaming cup of coffee on the table and a perfectly toasted bagel … Continue reading →
Blood and Whisky
The storm rolled in like a drunk cowboy loud, angry, and demanding attention. Bella stood behind the bar, the polished wood cool beneath her palms, the neon glow from the beer signs casting red and blue ghosts across the walls.
The door creaked open, and with it came a man who carried the night in his step—broad-shouldered, golden-eyed, and soaked from the rain.
“Evening, ma’am,” he drawled, tipping his hat with an old-world grace. “Might I come in?”
Something in his voice—like velvet and thunder—made her pulse stutter.
And though it was her bar, her rules—she felt she’d already said yes.
Continue reading →Defiance Unbound
Renee’s breath caught as Jack stepped onto her porch, his sharp gaze landing on Bella. “She has my eyes,” he murmured.
Instinctively, she held her daughter closer. “You shouldn’t be here.”
Jack sighed. “You knew I’d find out.”
Before she could respond, Charlie’s cruiser pulled in. He stepped out, eyes scanning Jack with quiet authority. “Everything alright?”
Jack smiled coldly. “I’m here to collect what’s mine.”
Charlie’s stance stiffened. “Not here, you’re not.”
Renee’s heart pounded. She had made her choice—her family was here. And she wouldn’t let Jack take that away.
Continue reading →A Warriors Valentine
The scent of Bella’s blood still lingered in my mind, a haunting reminder of how quickly control could slip away. I sat in the darkness of my study, hands clenched into fists, replaying the moment over and over. One paper cut—that’s all it had taken to unleash the monster I’d spent decades trying to contain.
The house was quiet now, too quiet. Edward had taken Bella home, and the rest of the family had scattered to their own corners, their emotions a turbulent mix of concern, disappointment, and fear. I could feel them all, pressing against my consciousness.
Continue reading →Snowbound
The ring on my finger felt like a shackle.
“You’re being unreasonable, love,” Edward’s voice held that particular tone that made my teeth clench. He stood by my desk, perfect and immovable as a marble statue.
“Angela’s birthday party is simply too risky right now.”
“Too risky?” I spun from my bookshelf. “It’s at her house, Edward. With her family. Just a small gathering of friends—friends I barely see anymore because there’s always some reason why it’s ‘not safe.'” “The situation with Victoria…”
“Is over. She’s dead.” I grabbed Angela’s invitation, waving it like a flag. “This is the third time this month you’ve stopped me.”
Echos
“The attic smelled of dust and old memories, a scent Bella had grown accustomed to over the past few weeks. Afternoon sunlight slanted through the round window, casting long shadows across the cramped space. She’d started coming here more often lately, seeking refuge from Edward’s suffocating presence and Alice’s constant visions. The vampires’ enhanced senses made it nearly impossible to find privacy elsewhere in the house, but here, surrounded by layers of ancient wood and thick insulation, she could finally breathe. They wouldn’t think to look for her here. Vampires, with their perfect recall, rarely saw the appeal in dusty spaces.”
Continue reading →Some Beach
Jasper stepped off the plane in Florida, his shoulders finally free from the invisible weight of his century-long sentence. The warm, humid air hit him like a wall, a stark contrast to the cold, stone halls of Volterra. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself, thinking, “A hundred years with the Volturi, and I still don’t have their flair for dramatic cloaks. Probably for the best – I’d look like a sweaty bat in this weather.” As he settled into his hotel room, the soft bed felt alien after years of Spartan accommodations, a prelude to the new life ahead.
Continue reading →Wait In The Truck
The Texas sun beat down mercilessly on the sprawling ranch, its rays glinting off the chrome of a weathered pickup truck. Jasper Whitlock leaned against the fence, his crimson eyes scanning the horizon. It had been two years since he’d arrived here, seeking solace and a fresh start with his old friends, Peter and Charlotte. As he stood there, the memories of his departure from the Cullen family washed over him like a bitter tide. The confrontation with Edward and Alice still stung, their words etched into his mind like acid on metal. “You’re the weak link, Jasper,” Edward had snarled.
Continue reading →4 Skunks in a Trunk
The trap was set, and Jasper waited, hidden in the shadows. The skunks arrived in military precision, led by a portly leader barking cadence: “Hi, Ho, Lock and load!” Their tails swayed in unison as they sniffed out the Vienna sausage bait. Suspicious but hungry, they circled the trap, debating its safety. Finally, their curiosity won, and one clumsy tumble sent all four into the cage.
As the Quileute pack later discovered the trunk, curiosity turned to chaos. The lid cracked open, and with a triumphant “Now!” the skunks unleashed their potent defense, leaving yelps, gagging, and unbridled hilarity behind.
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