Episode 1 – The Harvest Dance
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Letters From December
Bella knelt beside the Christmas tree and opened the brown paper parcel. Inside sat a wooden box sealed with a wax star. When she lifted the lid, twenty-five small envelopes lay nestled inside, each marked in elegant script: December 1… December 25.She unfolded the first letter, and her breath caught at the familiar handwriting. “You once believed you were unworthy of love. You were wrong. “It was signed with a single letter: J.A pressed snowdrop flower fell into her palm, delicate and impossible. After four years of silence, Jasper Whitlock had found his way back.
Continue reading →I Can Save You ✦
Welcome to my newest Twilight fanfiction story — I Can Save You. What happens when Edward’s cruelty leaves Bella shattered in the woods… and the person who finds her isn’t who anyone expected? This story begins where heartbreak meets destiny. Bella’s world collapses in the forest — but it’s Paul Lahote who carries her home through the rain, and that moment changes everything. What follows is a story about rescue, recovery, and the kind of love that burns its way through the dark. You’ll find:🌧️ A brutal breakup scene that redefines heartbreak🔥 Paul’s protective, slow-burn transformation💔 Bella’s journey from broken … Continue reading →
I Can Save You Baby
When Edward Cullen leaves Bella broken in the woods, Paul Lahote is the one who carries her home.
Months later, Bella is healing. Building a real life in La Push with Emily, Leah, and the pack. Then Paul imprints on her—right as she’s defending herself from Jacob’s dangerous obsession.
But Paul is different. He doesn’t try to save her or control her. He just stays. Old-fashioned dating. Rebuilding her truck together. Teaching her she’s worth staying for.
Until Alice Cullen arrives on Christmas night: Edward thinks Bella is dead and he’s going to Italy to end his life. Only Bella can stop him.
Now Bella must choose between the vampire who left her and the wolf who stayed.
A story about healing, choosing yourself, and learning the difference between being saved and saving yourself.
The Kiss Under the Blood Moon
“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.
The Cat Who Outsmarted Avalon
Mabs has seen this pattern before. At Camelot, actually. A love triangle built on duty, possession, and people too afraid to choose what they really want. It ended with a kingdom in ruins.
She’s not letting that happen again.
Wicked Game
After midnight, when the ballroom is nearly empty, Jasper asks Bella for one last dance. As they sway, the band plays something soft and romantic, and Jasper begins to sing quietly to her. His Southern accent warms every note, the words of the love song floating around them. Bella closes her eyes, completely present in his arms, savoring the intimacy of his voice and their closeness. Even the staff pause to watch, moved by the tenderness of the moment
Continue reading →Summer of Yes pt 2
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.
Continue reading →His Dangerous Waltz
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.
Cats Don’t Care About Vampires
Mabs whipped her head toward Jasper with the speed of a striking cobra. You. Cowboy Delicious. Your aura is like someone put cinnamon in a shotgun. All spice and violence wrapped in Southern charm. Fascinating. Do you always look this good when you’re confused, Sexy Boots?
Jasper blinked, caught between offended and intrigued.
Bella turned toward him, stunned. “Wait—you can hear her now?”
Jasper hesitated. “Sort of. It’s like… she let me in.”
I did, Mabs purred. You passed the vibe check. Most vampires have the emotional intelligence of a parking meter.