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Wild Ride

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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 rumbled. Inside, it was calm. For the first time, she wasn’t surviving—she was choosing.

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Letters to a Soldier

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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 fade… and some letters are meant to be answered.

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A Warriors Valentine

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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 of concern, disappointment, and fear. I could feel them all, pressing against my consciousness.

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12 Days of Christmas

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**Chapter 1: Shattered Glass**
The grandfather clock in the Cullen’s’ living room struck midnight, its chimes echoing through the tense silence. Jasper stood rigid in the corner, his empathetic gift overwhelmed by the storm of emotions saturating the room. Edward paced near the windows, his every step radiating anguish. Around them, the family sat scattered, faces heavy with unspoken questions and mounting tension.
“We need to leave Forks,” Edward announced abruptly, his voice slicing through the quiet like a blade. “Tonight.”

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Mistletoe Mischief

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“We don’t have to…” he gestured upward. “Emmett’s games don’t have to mean anything.”
But something in his eyes told me they could mean everything, if we wanted them to. The choice, as always with Jasper, was mine to make.
I took a step closer to him, watching his eyes darken slightly. “What if I want them to?”
The air between us seemed to crackle with electricity. Jasper’s eyes searched mine, and I felt waves of his emotions – hope, desire, and underneath it all, a touch of uncertainty.
“Bella,” he breathed my name like a prayer. “Are you sure? Because once I kiss you…”
“Once you kiss me?” I stepped even closer, surprising myself with my boldness.
His hand came up to cup my cheek, thumb brushing softly across my skin. “Once I kiss you, darlin’, there’s no going back.

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