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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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Summer of Yes pt 2

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The rain fell in soft silver threads against the cabin windows, but inside everything glowed with warmth. Bella pulled the quilt tighter around her shoulders, her eyes drawn to the firelight where Jasper sat across from her. He wasn’t looking at the storm—he was looking at her, as if she were the only thing worth watching.

For a long moment neither of them spoke, the silence filled with the sound of rain, the crackle of flames, and the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. When Jasper finally did move, it wasn’t toward the window or the fire, but toward her. The storm outside raged on, but inside, Bella realized she wasn’t afraid of saying yes anymore.

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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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Cats Don’t Care About Vampires

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Mabs whipped her head toward Jasper with the speed of a striking cobra. You. Cowboy Delicious. Your aura is like someone put cinnamon in a shotgun. All spice and violence wrapped in Southern charm. Fascinating. Do you always look this good when you’re confused, Sexy Boots?
Jasper blinked, caught between offended and intrigued.
Bella turned toward him, stunned. “Wait—you can hear her now?”
Jasper hesitated. “Sort of. It’s like… she let me in.”
I did, Mabs purred. You passed the vibe check. Most vampires have the emotional intelligence of a parking meter.

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Summer of Yes – Audio

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After graduation, Bella decides this will be the summer she stops playing it safe—the summer she says yes to fun, adventure, and maybe even love. With Jasper Whitlock leading the way, every day brings something new: bonfires on the beach, rope swings over rivers, mechanical bull rides, thrift-store photo shoots, and even a midnight swim under the stars.

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Sunflower Ride

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The Harley hummed beneath us as we left Forks, each mile carrying me farther from Edward’s suffocating plans and closer to something that felt like freedom. The salt air filled my lungs, sharp and clean, washing away months of silence. Wrapped around Jasper’s waist, I realized how natural it felt—how right. His voice crackled through the helmet speakers, low and warm. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked as the Pacific spread out before us like a promise. For the first time in months, I could breathe. For the first time in forever, I wanted more.

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I’d Love You Anyway

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“Bella,” he said, his voice rough with emotion, “I’ve lived a long time, and I’ve seen what forever looks like. Centuries passing like seasons, decades blending into memory, time stretching endlessly ahead without purpose or meaning. But none of it meant anything until I met you. You’ve reminded me what it feels like to hope. To breathe. To belong somewhere. You’ve taken a hundred and sixty years of existence and made them feel like they were all just preparation for loving you. You’re not just my mate. You’re my reason. My anchor. The thing that makes eternity feel possible instead of endless.”

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