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Fan Fiction Stories that I have written

Letters to a Soldier

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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 fade… and some letters are meant to be answered.

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Bonfire Trouble

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# Blood Sucker Meets Blood Suckers

Maurice the Mosquito thought tonight would be like any other hunting expedition. Find humans, extract blood, repeat. But the pale figures gathered around the bonfire aren’t ordinary prey. When Maurice’s quest for a meal leads him to the Cullen family of vampires, his tiny world is turned upside down. After multiple failed attempts, one lucky bite of Emmett Cullen’s impenetrable skin introduces vampire venom into Maurice’s system. Suddenly, he’s experiencing a transformation no mosquito was ever meant to undergo. Will the world’s first vampire mosquito find his place among the Cullens, or will nature’s food chain prove that even supernatural creatures can’t escape their destiny?

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Devils Bargain

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The chains rattled first, metal scraping against marble. Then came the scent—venom, blood, something burned.
They dragged him in. Shackles dug into raw wrists, his broad shoulders scarred and bruised. Honey-blond hair hung in filthy tangles, but it was his black, empty eyes that made Bella’s breath catch.
“Major Whitlock,” Aro purred, “your new charge has arrived.”
The vampire in chains didn’t bow. He just stared.
Then—he laughed.
“Babysit a human?” His voice was gravel and steel.
A slow, cruel smile curved his lips.
“Oh, darlin’… you have no idea what you just signed up for.”

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Blood and Whisky

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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.

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A Warriors Valentine

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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.

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Snowbound

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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.”

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Echos

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“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.”

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Some Beach

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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.

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Wait In The Truck

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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.

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4 Skunks in a Trunk

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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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