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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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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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Casino Caper

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Jasper Whitlock stood beside Bella on the sunlit deck, his hand resting lightly on the small of her back. To the world, they were a wealthy American couple disembarking for leisure in Monaco. In truth, they were spies, their Louis Vuitton luggage concealing weapons, comms gear, and secrets. Bella smiled with effortless grace, accepting a tourist map from a weathered man by the kiosk—a courier, code embedded in the ink. “Merci,” she said sweetly. Jasper scanned the harbor, already cataloging threats. Behind the charm of luxury, Monaco bristled with predators. And one of them, he was sure, was watching Bella.

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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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Cats Don’t Care About Vampires

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Bella turned wide eyes on him. “The cat just… talked.” She said it with the same tone someone might use to announce they’d just seen Elvis riding a unicorn through the Walmart parking lot.

Jasper’s hand froze halfway to his mug. “What now?” For once, the empath looked genuinely surprised.

“About time your aura opened up,” the cat said. “Took me three visits and a moon cycle just to get through that human static. You’re broadcasting on all frequencies but receiving on none. Typical.”

“Okay,” Bella whispered. “I’m officially losing it.”

“Not necessarily,” Jasper muttered, golden eyes narrowing. “I felt something. Not words. Not thoughts. But… something pushed.”

The cat stretched and leapt onto the bench between them like it was a throne. “Technically, I’m a familiar. The name’s Mabs. Short for Mabigail. Don’t laugh. My witch had a sense of humor that died with the Black Plague.”

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Circle Back

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The night air in Forks was thick with firelight and mischief. Bella sat near the bonfire, whiskey burning her throat, laughter ringing around her like sparks on the wind. Across the flames, Jasper Whitlock leaned back—shirtless under a leather jacket, golden eyes watching her like a dare. “Truth or dare?” Emmett asked, grinning. Bella blinked, heart racing. “Dare.” Jasper’s slow, dangerous smirk was a promise. “Then come here, darlin’, and whisper the dirtiest thing you’ve ever thought about me.” She did. And when she pulled back, Jasper just smiled and said, “We’ll circle back to that, sweetheart.”

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Last Cowboy

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Bella Swan returned from Italy with more than just emotional scars—she came back with clarity. Edward’s cold promises ring hollow now, and with each step away from his controlling grip, she steps closer to freedom. When Jasper Hale appears at the airport in scuffed cowboy boots and a flannel shirt, something shifts. He isn’t polished perfection—he’s real, worn in like the leather of his old truck and the scars he doesn’t try to hide. As storm clouds gather over Forks, a different storm brews inside Bella—one sparked by the quiet vampire with gold eyes and a Southern drawl. Edward is watching, following, but for once, Bella’s making her own choices. And when Jasper tips his hat and offers her a ride home, it isn’t just a change of transportation—it’s the start of something new, something dangerous, something true.
The cowboy didn’t come to save her. He came to stand beside her.

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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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Bonfire Trouble

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# Blood Sucker Meets Blood Suckers

Maurice the Mosquito thought tonight would be like any other hunting expedition. Find humans, extract blood, repeat. But the pale figures gathered around the bonfire aren’t ordinary prey. When Maurice’s quest for a meal leads him to the Cullen family of vampires, his tiny world is turned upside down. After multiple failed attempts, one lucky bite of Emmett Cullen’s impenetrable skin introduces vampire venom into Maurice’s system. Suddenly, he’s experiencing a transformation no mosquito was ever meant to undergo. Will the world’s first vampire mosquito find his place among the Cullens, or will nature’s food chain prove that even supernatural creatures can’t escape their destiny?

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