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Defiance Unbound

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Renee’s breath caught as Jack stepped onto her porch, his sharp gaze landing on Bella. “She has my eyes,” he murmured.
Instinctively, she held her daughter closer. “You shouldn’t be here.”
Jack sighed. “You knew I’d find out.”
Before she could respond, Charlie’s cruiser pulled in. He stepped out, eyes scanning Jack with quiet authority. “Everything alright?”

Jack smiled coldly. “I’m here to collect what’s mine.”

Charlie’s stance stiffened. “Not here, you’re not.”

Renee’s heart pounded. She had made her choice—her family was here. And she wouldn’t let Jack take that away.

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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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Snowbound

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The ring on my finger felt like a shackle.
“You’re being unreasonable, love,” Edward’s voice held that particular tone that made my teeth clench. He stood by my desk, perfect and immovable as a marble statue.
“Angela’s birthday party is simply too risky right now.”
“Too risky?” I spun from my bookshelf. “It’s at her house, Edward. With her family. Just a small gathering of friends—friends I barely see anymore because there’s always some reason why it’s ‘not safe.'” “The situation with Victoria…”
“Is over. She’s dead.” I grabbed Angela’s invitation, waving it like a flag. “This is the third time this month you’ve stopped me.”

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Echos

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“The attic smelled of dust and old memories, a scent Bella had grown accustomed to over the past few weeks. Afternoon sunlight slanted through the round window, casting long shadows across the cramped space. She’d started coming here more often lately, seeking refuge from Edward’s suffocating presence and Alice’s constant visions. The vampires’ enhanced senses made it nearly impossible to find privacy elsewhere in the house, but here, surrounded by layers of ancient wood and thick insulation, she could finally breathe. They wouldn’t think to look for her here. Vampires, with their perfect recall, rarely saw the appeal in dusty spaces.”

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Some Beach

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Jasper stepped off the plane in Florida, his shoulders finally free from the invisible weight of his century-long sentence. The warm, humid air hit him like a wall, a stark contrast to the cold, stone halls of Volterra. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself, thinking, “A hundred years with the Volturi, and I still don’t have their flair for dramatic cloaks. Probably for the best – I’d look like a sweaty bat in this weather.” As he settled into his hotel room, the soft bed felt alien after years of Spartan accommodations, a prelude to the new life ahead.

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Whispers of the Sidewinder

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Jasper leaned back, his golden eyes glinting with amusement as he spoke. “You’d think a rattlesnake rejecting suitors for improper sand displacement would be the strangest part, but then Elias decided we needed a venue ‘worthy of her sophistication.’ Next thing I know, we’re inspecting rocks for optimal basking potential while roadrunners take bets on romantic success.” He chuckled softly. “Kaya, our love-struck serpent, watched it all with regal indifference, though Elias swore she was secretly enjoying the chaos. By the time coyotes started offering ‘consulting services’ to rejected suitors, I realized I wasn’t just in a desert—I was in a comedy.”

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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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Peaceful Christmas

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Jasper stood motionless at the edge of a frozen lake, the aurora borealis casting ghostly hues across the snow. The emotions of his family swirled in his mind: Rosalie’s fury, Emmett’s frustration, Alice’s guilt, Edward’s self-loathing. Each one clawed at his control, amplifying the guilt he already carried. His golden eyes traced the icy expanse, seeking solace but finding none. “Maybe I need to walk away,” he muttered, the words vaporizing into the cold air. The stillness mocked him, a reminder that even in isolation, he couldn’t escape the weight of his gift—or the consequences of their fractured unity.

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