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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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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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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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Firelight Confessions

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The storm had stolen their power, but not their light. Gathered in a circle of flickering candles, the Cullen family found themselves playing a simple game—one secret, one dare—that would change everything. Years of careful politeness dissolved as truths emerged from the shadows: Edward’s frustrations, Jasper’s hidden fears, Bella’s growing feelings. What began as a way to pass the stormy evening became something deeper—a night when walls crumbled and hearts opened. Between confessions and laughter, between honesty and acceptance, old bonds were tested and new love was born. Some nights, when the power goes out, you discover what truly lights up your world.

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Fireworks

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The first firework screamed into the sky, but I didn’t watch the burst of color overhead. I watched Bella—yellow sundress bright as sunlight, face lit with wonder and defiance, finally alive and unafraid. Edward’s possessive shadow lingered, but she didn’t flinch; she chose to meet my gaze instead, something real and electric sparking between us. When I reached her side, the world narrowed to her heartbeat and the fierce hope in her eyes. “It ain’t the sky I’m here for,” I murmured. She smiled, breathless, as the fireworks exploded. This was the moment we stopped pretending and started living.

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Garden By the Water

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Bella curled into the porch swing, lemonade sweating in her hand, the hum of cicadas and scent of jasmine wrapping around her like a lullaby. Rosalie leaned on the railing, golden hair caught in the breeze, while Jasper watched from the shadows, still and steady. For the first time in months, Bella wasn’t bracing for the next demand, the next correction. Here, under the soft Southern sun, she wasn’t broken or fragile—she was becoming. She didn’t have to speak for them to understand. The quiet between them said everything: You’re safe. You’re seen. You’re free. And maybe, finally, she believed it.

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Summer of Yes

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The note smelled like pine and leather:
Midnight. Swimsuit. Quiet. —J
Forks was hushed at night, mist coiling between the trees. Jasper waited by the Jeep, barefoot, moonlight touching his pale skin. He looked at her like she was the beginning of something.
They swam in a hidden lake no map could find, floating in silver water and silence. “I feel everything,” he confessed. “Too much.”
Bella drifted closer. “Do you feel what I’m feeling now?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
Then she kissed him—weightless, barefoot, brave. And everything changed.

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What Happens in Vegas…

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Bella Swan wakes up naked, glitter-covered, and definitely not alone. Her thighs are bare, her dignity is missing, and Jasper Whitlock—smirking, naked, and far too pleased with himself—is sprawled beside her like a Calvin Klein ad gone rogue. Oh, and there’s a wedding ring on her finger. Her left hand. A very real, very silver wedding ring. “Mornin’, Mrs. Whitlock,” he drawls with that honey-thick accent that does terrible things to her pulse. Cue the chaos: a highlight reel, a bite mark, and a tattoo she doesn’t remember getting. Outside the bedroom, their friends are prepping brunch, mimosas, and a slideshow of the night’s… festivities. Jasper’s completely unbothered. Bella? Not so much. But here’s the problem—she doesn’t regret it. Not the ring. Not the bite. Not the cowboy in her bed. And that’s what terrifies her most of all.

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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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