The Right Wrong Number
Summary: Bella is a telemarketer who got on Edward's last nerve. What happens when they literally run into each other?
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BPOV
I heard the muffled curse on
the other end of the line and knew
that this was not going to be an easy call.
If I had a dollar for every profane
word I had said to me on calls, I wouldn’t
have to work another day in my life.
I could retire. My head started to really
pound. This was what I got for
burning the candle at both ends. I needed at
least 36 hours in the day to get
everything done that I needed to do each day.
“Who are you looking for?”
The man asked me. I could hear
frustration coloring his tone.
“Ms. Jennifer Rathbone. This
is the phone number that we have on
file for her. Could I please speak with
her?”
“There is no one here but me,
and I don’t know a Jennifer
Rathbone.” This was something that I heard on a
daily basis. People loved to lie to
try to get us off the debtor’s track. Only
a rookie would believe a line like
that.
“Sir, if you could just let
me speak with her, I’m sure that we
can come to an amicable resolution to this
debt.”
“Listen,” he said in a raised
voice. “I told you that I don’t know
who the hell that person is. I don’t even
know if I have ever even known someone
named Jennifer ever.”
“Sir, if you’d let me...”
-F4SO-
Just a Number
By LyricalKris
Summary: Numbers are often invisible obstacles. For Edward, a significant age difference between him and Bella dictates the confines of their relationship. Can Bella teach him that sometimes a number is just a number?
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Sometimes he thought he preferred to
remember her as still six years old because she’d adored him then. She would
gladly follow him anywhere. In fact, whenever she saw him leave, heading toward
the forest, she would run after him. Even though she frequently fell - her
little legs no match for his long, strong ones - she never cried and never
complained.
She did pepper their conversation
with a million inquisitive questions. When he lifted her onto his back and ran,
she said she felt like they were flying. She hypothesized that surely he was
the fastest person alive.
When she was six, he was her
superhero.
“So Bella what
is it you wished to speak to us about?” Angela asked sneakily from her spot
next to Em. Everyone became quiet and turned towards me, it was eerie how
quickly it went silent, and the only thing you could hear was the crashing of
the waves against the cliffs and the fire crackling.
“Okay well you
know how we wolves can live forever if we keep phasing?” I asked everyone
casually, they all nodded still confused as to where I was taking this.
“Yes why do you
ask?” Old Quil wheezed out.
“The only
reason why we start to age again is for our imprints and well, I was thinking
while we are on this topic, I wish to stop phasing and grow old with Em.” Paul
said causing everyone to gasp but me to smile.
“But, what if I
told you as long as you keep phasing Emily wont age?” again I said casually as
if it wasn’t a big deal. I looked around while shoving a cookie in my mouth to
hide my smile as I took in the shocked faces of my family.
“Bella are to
telling us that if the wolves keep phasing the imprints won’t age?” Harry asked
me in disbelief causing me to smirk.
“Yes Harry that
is exactly what I’m saying” I said with all seriousness.
-F4SO-
Baby
By LPlover93
Summary: Rachel wants to lose her virginity to someone special. What exactly happens when she wants Blaine to be that person? Spoilers til 3.05
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Rachel just huffed and stood up, ”Don’t you think I’m the wrong person for you guys to say all this to? If Blaine has decided that he is straight, don’t you think it was better for me to catch him now then Blaine to flaunt some floozy in front of Kurt later?”
Just then, everyone looked behind her and Rachel also turned to see Kurt standing there with red-rimmed eyes. He said, ”No, Rachel, it was bad when you kissed the boy I like when you were drunk. That I could excuse ‘cuz you were sloshed. But then you asked him out when sober. And you try to make it alright by saying it was better this way? I’ll tell you one thing. It is worse seeing your frenemy date the boy you Love compared to even a whore!”
And then he stormed out of the room, ironically very similarly to Rachel.
-F4SO-
Our Wedding Day
By deslyncullen
Summary: Bella and Edward's wedding day and night. Like the books, they met and fell in love. Unlike the books, he proposed on prom night, and she accepted. They planned a beautiful wedding and here they are - at the beginning of their future as Mr. and Mrs. Edward Cullen. This was taken from my multi-chapter story and reworked to stand alone. You don't have to read the original story to understand this one shot .
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He
held his hand out toward the doorknob, waiting for me to do the honors. I stuck
the key in the lock and turned it. He ducked down and yanked me up into his
arms so fast that I didn't see it coming.
"Hey!"
"Thresholds
are part of my job description," he reminded me. "I was curious. Tell
me what you're thinking about right now."
The
violent pulse beating behind my ears made everything a little blurry. I shook
my head to clear it.
"I
was thinking about being in bed with my husband for hours before I go to
sleep," I said, blushing again.
"Your
wish is my command," he whispered. His lips almost brushed my ears. His
breath sent a shudder right through me, and my body yearned to
feel those lips all over.
I
decided to take advantage of the fact that he hadn't gotten around to setting
me back on my feet, and that his wits-scramblingly beautiful face was only
inches away. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. A hard hungry
kiss. I’d been waiting for this day for three weeks.
He
hugged me tighter, and my hands tangled in his hair, pulling his face closer.
He was walking, but neither of us paid any attention to our surroundings. We
were both devouring each other—pouring out all the pent up desires from the
past few weeks. When he finally broke the kiss, I slid down his body, my knees
weak, and once again, I needed air. I clung to him—using him for support while
I tried to catch my breath. I realized we were in a bedroom. The bed was huge
with clouds of white gossamer floating down from the canopy to the floor.
Thinking of what we'd be doing in that bed soon, inflamed my need for him even more.
-F4SO-
Read to Me
by lvtwilight09
Summary: Bella is in love with her audio books, or rather, the voice that narrates them. What happens when she meets the man behind the voice?
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-F4SO-
Read to Me
by lvtwilight09
Summary: Bella is in love with her audio books, or rather, the voice that narrates them. What happens when she meets the man behind the voice?
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I fish my
keys out of my purse and unlock the door, turning off the alarm once Jasper and
I are inside.
Neither of
us say anything for a moment, and then Jasper breaks the silence with the words
I’ve been dying to hear since dinner started.
“So,” He
says, a devilish smirk spread across his face. “How about that dessert?”
In my mind,
I know what I want to say, what I want to do here…I want to take this sexy man
into my room and fuck him silly.
What I
actually manage to say however, is not nearly as sexy or arousing. I manage a
giggle-snort before stumbling over my feet as I walk to the kitchen to offer
Jasper some pie.
Stupid oversexed bumbling brain…what
the hell am I thinking offering him pie? I should be laying myself out for him
to do naughty naughty things to me…not waiting to see if he’s gonna pull a move
like Jason Biggs in American Pie…although…hmm…food play could be fun….I wonder
if he likes chocolate sauce.
“Yes…I do
enjoy chocolate sauce and I can only imagine how delicious it would be if I ate
it off of you” Jasper mumurs into my ear. “And no, I don’t care for having
intercourse with baked goods,” he adds with a chuckle.
Crap…I still
need to work on that whole inner monologue thing.
“Um…” Is all
I can come up with as a response.
“Relax
Bella…why don’t we keep it simple tonight…leave all the whips and chains and chocolate sauce in their respective
homes for now and how about you just show me your room, and let me take it from
there.”
“Okay,” I
reply, my voice a breathy whisper as I lead him out of the kitchen and down the
hall to my room, all the while I feel like the kids in ‘The Night Before
Christmas’ as visions of whips and handcuffs dance in my head.
Goddamn wicked man...kinky ass
Santa…bet he’d look hot in the red suit, and Lord knows what I’d find waiting
for me when he has me sit on his lap and tell him how I’ve been a bad bad girl
and need to be punished.
Jasper’s
chuckling and promising me that if I’m a good girl he’ll make sure Santa
punishes me good and proper this year has my face turning beet red.
-F4SO-
