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…

# 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…

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…

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…

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…