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The One I Never Sent (Twilight FanFiction) Jasper & Bella
“Jasper?”
“Yeah, darlin’?”
There it was again. That word. It landed on her like a physical touch, and she watched herself shiver in a way that had nothing to do with the cold.
“What’s happening?” she asked. Her voice was small, honest. “Between us. What is this?”
He could have lied. Could have deflected, played it safe, given her an easy answer that would let them both pretend this was normal.
He didn’t.
“Something good,” he said. “If you’ll let it.”
Crimson Ice (Twilight FanFiction) Jasper & Bella
Under Olympic lights, Bella Swan skates the program of her life—flawless, fearless, golden. But across the arena, something far more dangerous than judges is watching. Jasper Whitlock feels the bond the moment she takes the ice. Not hunger. Not curiosity. Recognition. Ancient, undeniable, absolute. The Volturi have scented her blood, and Aro’s interest is no longer idle. Bella refuses to run. She will win her gold. Jasper refuses to let her fall. Between Olympic glory and immortal danger, the line between protection and possession blurs. Because when Bella looks at him across the ice, she knows the truth—she was never skating alone.
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Senior Prom Surprise – story 1 EPISODE 9
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One wrong number. One text meant for someone else.
SOS. This guy won’t stop touching me. I need an exit strategy or I’m going to break his fingers and blow my cover.
The stranger who texts back saves her night with tactical advice and dry humor. What starts as a mistake becomes late-night conversations, random observations, and the kind of intimacy that only happens when you’re talking to someone with no face and no history.
Bella doesn’t know she’s texting the man who destroyed her five years ago.
Jasper knows exactly who she is.
He doesn’t tell her.
A Heart Carried on the Wind
The Release:
Jasper stood on the hill beneath the endless Texas stars, holding a torn piece of red paper shaped like a heart. He had poured his loneliness into the night sky, asking the universe if there was anyone out there for him.
He let the heart go.
The wind took it, carrying it up into the darkness, and for just a moment, something shifted. The air grew warm. A presence, vast and patient, seemed to stir.
Something had heard him.
Two thousand miles away, a girl named Bella was asking the same question.
The Snack’s in the Pantry
From the pantry, Gerald’s voice rang out. “I’m not going to be your pet.”
Rosalie turned slowly. “You’re fine with being eaten, but being a pet is where you draw the line?”
“I have dignity.”
“You’re sitting on a stool in a pantry.”
“Dignified sitting. There’s a difference.”
“There really isn’t.”
“The eating one has nobility,” Gerald explained. “It’s a predator-prey dynamic. Natural. Respected. Being a pet is just… humiliating.”
“His logic is completely broken,” Edward announced.
Midnight in the Clearing
“Come somewhere with me.”
Four words. That was all it took to change everything.
Bella looked up at Jasper Whitlock, at the intensity burning in his amber eyes, and felt her heart stutter in her chest. The New Year’s Eve party swirled around them, but he wasn’t looking at the champagne or the decorations or the crowd counting down to midnight.
He was looking at her like she was the only thing in the universe that mattered.
“Where?” she whispered.
“Somewhere the stars can hear us.”
Run Away Groom
Bella squinted through the rain-lashed windshield. There was something in the road. Something tall and dark and absolutely not supposed to be there.
She slammed on the brakes.
The figure didn’t move. Just stood there, rain streaming down what she now realized was a tuxedo. A very expensive, very wet tuxedo.
She rolled down her window. “Are you okay?”
The stranger turned. Golden eyes met hers, filled with more pain than she’d ever seen.
“No,” he said quietly. “But I’m hoping to be.”
Best decision she ever made, hitting that brake.
Letters From December
Bella knelt beside the Christmas tree and opened the brown paper parcel. Inside sat a wooden box sealed with a wax star. When she lifted the lid, twenty-five small envelopes lay nestled inside, each marked in elegant script: December 1… December 25.She unfolded the first letter, and her breath caught at the familiar handwriting. “You once believed you were unworthy of love. You were wrong. “It was signed with a single letter: J.A pressed snowdrop flower fell into her palm, delicate and impossible. After four years of silence, Jasper Whitlock had found his way back.
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