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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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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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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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Wait In The Truck

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The Texas sun beat down mercilessly on the sprawling ranch, its rays glinting off the chrome of a weathered pickup truck. Jasper Whitlock leaned against the fence, his crimson eyes scanning the horizon. It had been two years since he’d arrived here, seeking solace and a fresh start with his old friends, Peter and Charlotte. As he stood there, the memories of his departure from the Cullen family washed over him like a bitter tide. The confrontation with Edward and Alice still stung, their words etched into his mind like acid on metal. “You’re the weak link, Jasper,” Edward had snarled.

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