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How Am I Suppose to Live Without You

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Bella Swan is four hours from marrying Edward Cullen when Jasper Whitlock comes through her window at half past four in the morning and tells her the truth: she was never Edward’s mate. She was his.
What follows isn’t a rescue. It’s a runaway bride, a thousand miles of open road, and a girl who spent a year being told what she felt finally learning to say it out loud.
How Am I Supposed to Live Without You is a story about the difference between the person everyone chooses for you and the one you’d run toward in the dark.

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Locker Letters

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She opened the locker and knew immediately.
It hadn’t been there before.
The paper sat folded, deliberate, like it had been placed by someone who understood exactly how long she would take to notice.

Bella didn’t reach for it right away.
She just stood there, aware she wasn’t alone.

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The Witch, the Cowboy, & the Moonleaf Errand

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“She liked that about him. She liked a lot of things about him. The thought arrived without warning, warm and certain, and Bella felt her cheeks flush before she could stop it. At her feet, something rustled. The small fern growing between two rocks at the edge of the clearing was growing. Visibly. Its fronds unfurled in slow, deliberate spirals, stretching upward like fingers reaching for sunlight. Bella stared at the fern, then slowly looked at Mabs. Mabs sat perfectly still on her log. She said nothing. Her expression said everything. ‘Don’t,’ Bella said through her teeth.”

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Crimson Ice (Twilight FanFiction) Jasper & Bella

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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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