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The Snack’s in the Pantry

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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.

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Midnight in the Clearing

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“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.”

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Run Away Groom

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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.

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Letters From December

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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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I Can Save You Baby

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When Edward Cullen leaves Bella broken in the woods, Paul Lahote is the one who carries her home.
Months later, Bella is healing. Building a real life in La Push with Emily, Leah, and the pack. Then Paul imprints on her—right as she’s defending herself from Jacob’s dangerous obsession.
But Paul is different. He doesn’t try to save her or control her. He just stays. Old-fashioned dating. Rebuilding her truck together. Teaching her she’s worth staying for.
Until Alice Cullen arrives on Christmas night: Edward thinks Bella is dead and he’s going to Italy to end his life. Only Bella can stop him.
Now Bella must choose between the vampire who left her and the wolf who stayed.
A story about healing, choosing yourself, and learning the difference between being saved and saving yourself.

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The Cabin in the Pines

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The knock came sharp and unexpected. Bella opened the door to find Jasper Whitlock on her porch, snow clinging to his jacket, amber eyes uncertain in the lamplight.
“Sorry to bother you,” he said, his Southern accent warming the cold air. “My truck went off the road. Storm’s getting worse.”
They stared at each other, both shocked to find a familiar face in this isolated place.
“The roads are closed,” he said quietly.
“Good thing I’ve got coffee,” Bella replied, stepping aside.
Neither knew that Rosalie and Emmett’s careful planning had just changed everything.

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The Kiss Under the Blood Moon

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“I dare you to kiss Jasper. Under the blood moon. Right now.”
The words hung in the October air, impossible to take back. Bella looked at Jasper across the firelit meadow, her heart pounding. The crimson moon bathed everything in otherworldly light.
“Your choice,” Jasper said quietly, his Southern drawl soft. “Always your choice.”
She crossed the distance between them and kissed him.
The world exploded in silver and gold light. Magic surged, binding them together as crescent moon marks appeared on their wrists. The bond formed, unbreakable and divine.
Some dares change everything.

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Wicked Game

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After midnight, when the ballroom is nearly empty, Jasper asks Bella for one last dance. As they sway, the band plays something soft and romantic, and Jasper begins to sing quietly to her. His Southern accent warms every note, the words of the love song floating around them. Bella closes her eyes, completely present in his arms, savoring the intimacy of his voice and their closeness. Even the staff pause to watch, moved by the tenderness of the moment

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His Dangerous Waltz

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His Dangerous Waltz –
The moment their eyes met across the crowded ballroom, Bella felt something fundamental shift in the universe. Jasper Whitlock moved toward her with the fluid grace of a predator, devastatingly elegant in his perfectly tailored tuxedo, commanding attention from every person in the room. When he extended his hand for the waltz, his Southern drawl was velvet over steel.
“Miss Swan, I believe this dance belongs to me.”
The music began, and as he swept her onto the dance floor, Bella realized her carefully controlled life had just collided with something infinitely more dangerous—and infinitely more intoxicating.

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