Submitted Fic of the Week: 10/17/11

Making Memories of Us by AngelGoddess1981

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5939047/1/Making_Memories_of_Us

Reviewed by phoebes.promise

Rating: M
Genre: Angst/Tragedy
Characters: Edward & Bella

Summary: Edward & Bella's life together couldn't have been more perfect: their courtship, marriage & the birth of their beautiful baby girl. When tragedy strikes, can this family pull through? Rated M for language, dark themes & adult situations. AU/AH/BxE

AngelGoddess1981’s powerful storytelling will quickly sweep you into the most beautifully told pain and angst. Within the first chapter past go, Making Memories of Us will grip you in a helpless hold, begging and anxious for the next.

Edward and Bella in perfect romantic soul sold form of love began a path of successful, picket fence life to envy…

"Since that day I saved you from that football in our senior year of high school, I knew that we were fated to be together." I stated with a light chuckle. 

Bella's eyes widened in realization. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Edward Cullen?" Her chest began to heave with her heavy breaths. I pulled a small black box from my pocket and dropped to one knee beside her. "Put it away," she hissed. 

I laughed and looked her in the eyes as I took her shaking left hand in mine. "Isabella Marie Swan, I can't imagine my life without you. Marry me?" 

I opened the ring box and her breath caught in her throat. "It's beautiful," she whispered as she looked down at the half-carat princess cut solitaire ring nestled in the blue velvet pillow. She raised her tear-filled eyes and smiled. "Yes." 

My heart soared with joy as I took the ring and placed it on her finger, where it would stay forever. I stood and pulled her into my arms, and our parents started to applaud, which only caused the rest of the restaurant to join in on the celebratory cheers. 

I pressed my lips to Bella's, and could feel her smile against my mouth. "Forever, Bella. Without a doubt, you are my forever." 

However, as milestones drift and morph to years, layers of their story become raw reality, peppered with hints of truth. A marriage deteriorating, a sweet baby girl growing to know the only parent ever present. Flashbacks laid tenderly throughout each chapter tell and show the brutality of post partum depression and it’s emotional, physical torture. Bella’s battle so severe, it left her desperate, medicated and monitored.

I stood from the bed and gripped her waist firmly as I placed a kiss to her nose. "We always said we wanted more than one," I reminded her. "You loved being pregnant." 

She placed her hands on my jaw and smiled. "I did. It was wonderful, and one of the best experiences of my life. But the year after?" 

The memory of that dark time stung to the very centre of my being. "There's a chance that you wouldn't experience that again," I breathed. 

She shook her head. "And also a chance I could. Edward, you were there, you saw just how bad it was. I missed most of the first six months of her life." 

I smiled reassuringly and spoke softly, "I remember, but now we know what to look for, we'd be better prepared to handle it." 

Her face fell. "I'd be medicated again," she whispered sadly. 

"Again?" Placing my fingers beneath her chin, I forced her face up. "Bella, have you gone off your meds?" She didn't have to answer, her eyes spoke volumes. "Love, was Tanya okay with that?" 

Bella pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. "It's been a year since I started them. They made me feel foggy, so I stopped taking them slowly. And I've been doing really well these last two months." She paused for a moment before looking at me with conviction. "Even you couldn't tell the difference," she tried to explain. 

I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration. "So, you're telling me you came off your meds, and your psychiatrist has no idea?" 

"I am," she replied confidently. "I'm also telling you I'm not interested in having any more children. At least…not for awhile." She turned from me then and closed herself in the bathroom. 

Family and close friends become key players, supporting… knowing… the past and the present. It is only in Edward’s periphery relationships that he’ll find the healing and hope he craves and needs. A simple phrase, a turn and telling changes the trail to the end. Incredibly well thought and planned, AngelGoddess1981 will have you so wrapped in their world you won’t believe the page and words.

Gentle as it could be the most bittersweet glue and threads remain in the love between father and daughter. This is a beautiful bond that stirs and warms throughout the piece. Edward’s selfless devotion to his child’s heart and mind is intense and poignantly written…

"I drew you a picture, Daddy!" she told me excitedly. She ran over to my bed—where her pink baby blanket was now folded on top of my pillow—and grabbed an eight-by-eleven piece of white poster board. I stood up and moved to my bed, sitting on the edge, and pulled Nessie onto my lap so she could present me with her gift. My emotions caught in my throat as I looked at the image she had drawn with crayons.

"This is me right there," she said animatedly, pointing with her finger to the picture of herself. "You can tell 'cause I has red hair. I'm wearing a blue dress because blue is your favourite colour." 

She turned her head up to look at me. "Do you still like blue, Daddy?" her voice wavered with the uncertainty, afraid that maybe I had changed since being here. 

"Yes, bug. I still like blue," I assured her as I tucked a loose curl behind her ear before turning my attention back to her drawing. With a smile, I pointed at the person standing next to her. "And who's this handsome man?" 

Nessie giggled. "That's you, silly! Can't you see?" 

Though complete, Making Memories of Us, features a few lovely, important outtakes that only enhance the emotional journey of love, suffering and renewal. There are authored warnings throughout the postings, heed them for certain, but please don’t allow them to deter your experience. This is a stunning, wonderfully complicated peek of life and love’s greatest challenges.

WIP of the Week 8/1/11-8/7/11

Pocket Change by aWhiteBlankPage

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7122044/1/Pocket_Change

Review by phoebes.promise

Rating: M
Genre: Angst/Romance, AH
Characters: Edward/Bella

Summary: Change is the only constant. Hanging on is the only sin." -Denise McCluggage. Brought together by tragedy, pulled apart by fear. The secrets she keeps and the lies he tells himself. Their history unfolds as they find their way back.

Direct and deliberate, captivating and visceral… aWhiteBlankPage weaves a beautiful, unique narrative laden with raw, real emotion. Pocket Change powers through the open, grabbing your heartstrings and never letting go…

After all this time, there is one thing that I know for sure: fast or slow, piercing or silent, change is nothing but a thief in the night.

My mother claimed to love change. Charlie feared it. And then there was Edward. Edward changed everything, but I couldn't let myself keep him.

Storytelling paced perfect, told alternatively from both Edward and Bella, we brace for a journey through shared tragedy and heartbreak. Professional success masks desperate and hollow motions of life and other love. Yet, physical distance and detachment fails to remedy the ever present regret of a love lost. Reality and consequence sting with palpable pain for Bella…

Edward.

And it's as if the ground has dropped out from under me.

My insides feel as if they are about to combust.

He brushes past me without a word or even a glance.

Nothing.

If it's possible to look through someone, he has accomplished it. I don't know what I was expecting.

I stand frozen, holding the door open. For a brief moment I wonder if it's possible that he's erased me from his memory.

He's at Alice's side. He looks different. Older. He looks the same. He looks like my Edward. He's not. I'm being selfish for wanting his attention. He's here for Alice. It's been years. He probably let go of me a long time ago. And yet somehow, I almost expected him to take one look at me and realize that it's not over. That it will never be over.

Even after all of these years, his voice is like home.

And equally for Edward…

"I should have said yes."

Everything goes cloudy. Bella's face crinkles as the tears fall freely and the words tumble out.

The words that I always wanted to hear but told myself I never would.

I want to believe her but I don't know how.

My fingers twitch to wipe her tears away, but my mind knows that she doesn't want it.

Even in a rumpled dress, sniffles and crying, she is still beautiful. More beautiful than I remembered. And even after all this time, she still doesn't know it.

"I shouldn't have proposed."

To fully appreciate the immeasurable void they’ve left in each other’s lives, this first time author employs bittersweet flashbacks. The past is consciously peppered through each and every chapter. The sweetest young love, a romantic telling of two tender souls bleeding from tragedy and loss. Romantic memories, a progression of first love so gentle, the innocence takes your breath away…

I pick up the blanket and start to wrap it around her before she has a chance to protest.

"Edward, what are you doing?"

When I pick Of Mice and Men up from it's resting spot, I get that smile. So I read, out loud.

"You have to do the voices."

"The what?"

"Lennie and George! They don't sound the same. You have to do the voices."

I look over the page and of course it's all dialogue.

I am not doing the voices.

Except I will and I do.

Stumbling over the words, trying not to die of embarrassment, I read page after page. Bella is in hysterics for most of it. And I realize that today is the first time that I've really heard her laugh like that. Like she means it.

After her giggling subsides, I still feel a little ridiculous, reading to her like a children's librarian. When I look up, there is still a smile, but in her eyes this time.

"Go on. Steinbeck suits you."

I don't know what that means, but I nod and get back to it.

Twenty minutes later, I glance up from the page and she's asleep. She looks so innocent with her guard down. Like a younger Bella.

I reach my hand out to her face, hovering there. I drop it back down to my side before I do something stupid.

I close the book and I just want to watch her forever. For the longest time, she's completely still, like a doll, but eventually she's fidgeting and mumbling and tangling herself up in the blanket. She's just about the cutest thing I've ever seen.

Soon there is nothing but the sound of the rain hitting the roof, drowning out the world.

I lie down next to her. Close, but not touching.

I whisper into her, "Please." And I don't know what I'm asking for. Maybe everything.

I let my eyes close for just a minute. I can feel her all around me even though she isn't touching me. I want to stay here always. I listen to the rain until there's nothing left.

Past moments of discovery, respite and refuge are set against the most organic and magical of backgrounds. aWhiteBlankPage offers imaginative and meaningful imagery. A quintessential, vast and vacant barn exists, seemingly for a pure and absolute reason. A place to share their darkest moments, to harbor, to escape…

I step off the back porch and into the trees like I'm getting on the 6 train downtown. I don't stop. I'm not sure where I'm going. I'm not sure how I would know if I'm lost. I feel like she's one step ahead of me, and if I can only go fast enough, I'll catch her. I walk like I'm going somewhere. There is a sense of calm in my chest that I haven't felt in a long time, maybe ever.

An old barn sits in the distance. Even from here, I can tell it is long abandoned. The elements have beaten the whitewashed walls for decades. Moss and lichen have made purchase on the pitched roof. The heavy barn doors remain permanently open, resigned to the fact that this structure is now only home to bats and field mice.

I walk tentatively towards it. Rays of light filter in through the siding. Everything is so alive. Old buildings have seen so much. The walls and beams probably hold thousands of stories.

I walk through the massive doors, out of the wind. The wooden support beams have been gnawed to toothpicks in several spots. The place still smells like animals. Horses, cows, goats. I don't know. I don't know about these kinds of things.

I climb a rickety old ladder up to some kind of loft. This space belongs to somebody. At least it did once.

I feel like I'm trespassing and I probably am. There are stacks of books all around. The classics, mostly. A plaid wool blanket lies folded in the corner. I stand on the top rung of the ladder, not wanting to disrupt the little city of books.

The air changes. I'm not alone. I can feel it.

The effectiveness to which this tale is told leaves the emphatic promise of a happy resolution a welcomed relief. Stylistically intense and powerful, Pocket Change consumes and stirs. Affairs of a regretful heart are so, so complicated and when written and detailed well as aWhiteBlankPage does… it simply overwhelms in the best of ways. Residual pain, love and time lost can settle. And a future wide and wanting can tease…

Be sure to pause and peek at the stunning and lovely image of the barn on the author’s profile page. Often the quietest places and pieces are the most significant, the most special…

Banner by JaimeArkin

WIP of the Week: 6/13 - 6/19

All the Colors of My Heart by Lo21

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6815649/1/All_the_Colors_of_My_Heart

Review by phoebes.promise

Rating: M
Characters: Edward/Bella

Summary: On a long red-eye flight to Italy, Bella meets Edward. Their mutual attraction leads to losing inhibitions and a sexy plane encounter. Bella has at least 4 weeks to see if lust can ever lead to love. Sometimes, you have to trust your heart. AH.M.

Originally written for the Up in the Air contest, the first chapter of All the Colors of My Heart won Host’s Choice. Lo21, thankfully chose to continue the piece and offers readers a breathtakingly vivid romance. Beautiful, elementary school teacher, Bella embarks on a month long journey to Italy to visit friends. Honest and sexually frustrated, her narrative on life, love and erotic dreams is quaint and adorably entertaining. During the long flight abroad she encounters a confident, sexy, businessman, Edward.

"Hi. Is your final stop Amsterdam? And are you going for business or pleasure? I'm Edward, by the way." 

He took my hand and I shook it, his big hand engulfed my own little one. 

Oh. Big hands.

"Hi, Edward. I'm going for pleasure, but I'm headed to Venice, Italy. I'm visiting my best friend and her husband who are stationed just outside of the city. I'll be there for one month, until July." I smiled then continued, "This will be my first time in Italy and Europe in general. I'm really excited."

I'm going for pleasure. Oh God, let it be pleasure. Please let it be pleasure.

Our hands were still connected as I said my entire little speech. It wasn't quite a handshake; our hands were just kind of sitting there. I wondered if that was my or his doing. His eyes were a wonderland, like a forest of mossy trees and I could get lost in them. I wanted to continue speaking so I had a reason to stare into them and not freakishly stare for no reason.

Oh…where was I? I snapped out of the hypnosis.

"My name is Bella, nice to meet you. So, what's your story? Where are you headed and what for?" I managed to utter out loud.

Hands released. Connection lost. Bummer. 

"I'm also on my way to Venice, but I'll be in Amsterdam for a day, meeting with a business partner, and I'll fly out that afternoon or evening. My family owns a couple of properties in Venice and I'm also taking care of some financial business matters for our company. We operate out of Seattle but we have ties in Europe. Once that's out of the way, I'll be there in Italy for the rest of the summer keeping up with the business operations and also maintaining the properties for my family." He talked with his hands and a light in his eyes.

Casual, pleasant conversation reveals a coincidental connection in their personal lives. However, that’s not all they discover about each other… In one hot moment, Edward and Bella realize the time tested sexual fantasy of many, high in the sky…

It was exciting and stimulating to be in a public area doing this, sharing this high above the clouds. There really was nothing like it. I imagined him entering inside of me and I pulled his head toward mine with both of my hands as my body rocked with absolute pleasure. I orgasmed and silently moaned into his mouth. As he removed his fingers, I whimpered at the loss and the sensitive nature of my sex spot. We both leaned back as we caught our breaths. Eventually we put the lower parts of our clothing back on.

He grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his own, placing it next to his rapidly beating heart. I felt the beating of my own heart and his beat at a similar rate as we lay there with our hands connected. There were no words as we drifted off into sleep.

With an intent promise to meet again, Edward offers to guide and show Bella Italy as he knows it. A quintessential, romantic date… a gracious gentleman, a stroll over a historic bridge, a dimly lit cozy restaurant, a quiver and a flirt… simply exquisite. And then he takes her to his houseboat… His houseboat in Italy… Collective sigh.

"It's beautiful," I said looking around the room in awe.

In the silence, my heels' echoing on the light colored oak hardwood floor was the only sound in the room. I took another few cautious steps forward, waiting for Edward to lead. The bottom level of the house was long, but spacious. There were at least two or three windows on each wall that were covered in white window shears, and I could feel the bay breeze from the outside, cooling the inside of the home. From the entrance, I could also see a little all-glass room that had a steering wheel and controls and was all that prevented this from being a land-locked home. It reminded me that that this was something special, unique, and something I'd never seen before.

I thought I might get sea-sick standing inside, but it felt normal, just like a regular house would.

"I need to do a quick look-through, but after, you promised you would tell me..."

"Yes, of course," I said as confidently as I could. I started desperately thinking of a fib. What the hell would be another fantasy in a houseboat? Driving it? Pssh! Lame! I needed more time to think of something else. But, my mind was drunk on Edward, Italy, and literally altered by wine. I was going to have to confess. It didn't mean we had to act on it. It was just words. A fantasy, I reminded myself.

"This is obviously the living room," Edward said, pointing around the entry room.

"Wow, it looks so modern in here, but I can tell it still has nice Italian touches."

"Some of the furniture was included when we got it, so a lot of it is from Italy. My mom, Esme, loves interior design. She decorated this place. In fact, she had some new furniture for the living room and bedrooms delivered about six months ago, but my parents still haven't seen it yet. This is a first for me, too. I like what she's picked so far."

I nodded but didn't say anything. I was focused on the word, bedrooms.

Following his lead, I walked with him to the kitchen area where there were two small steps up. 

Standing in the kitchen, it appeared as if the area we had entered was actually a sunken living room. In the kitchen, brand name stainless steel appliances took center stage. It looked like a chef's kitchen down to the high-end marble counters.

And so it goes a gorgeous setting for a heated conversation between two lovers wanting. They rationalize their desire and act, immediate and intense. Lo21 prepares the steamiest of scenes between her dynamic characters…

He lifted me up onto the counter, the cold counter, and even at that height he didn't have to bend much. My lips quickly parted as he expertly moved his tongue to meet mine. My hand still gripped at his shirt, desperate for what was underneath. My other was mixed up in his soft hair. I met his graceful, yet passionate tongue, and we explored each other first with kisses that alternated between lips and tongues. When he came up for air, the kisses on my face came down to a kiss on my ear, a small tug of my ear lobe with his teeth, and then he lowered his mouth down to the sides of my neck where he bit and sucked and kissed on my neck. Goosebumps began their knowing trail. I felt them creep up on my arms, and a shiver ran down my spine.

With our lips apart, I focused on taking off his jacket and tossed it lazily on the kitchen floor with a light thud. I worked my shaky hands over his shirt buttons. I felt like I had opened a gift. It was a rock hard gift of a mostly smooth upper chest. My gaze lowered as I saw a bit of dark hair leading to that special v shape on his lower body which was just barely peeking out from his low slung pants. He watched my expression as I ogled him, and I pulled that shirt right off him, feeling his chest with both of my hands.

He hiked up my dress to my waist, then lowered himself to lick and kiss his way up one of my legs. I felt a shiver of excitement spark its way as he neared my center. I arched my back as he rubbed my leg while he kissed upwards and left a wet trail from where his mouth had been. He continued until he worked his way toward my thigh, and I grew more excited from each kiss closer to my aching core.

They’re connected, body and soul. They can’t and won’t deny their attraction. Edward shares his thoughts as we learn more about his past and present life and love. Someone small and precious already owns the whole of his heart. How will all the pieces and parts melt together for Edward and Bella…

Lo21 creatively tempts a mood for each of the chapters. Labeled descriptively by a color and it’s deeper meaning, what emotion the color represents and invokes.

Blue represents: The color of sky and the ocean, blue is perceived as a constant in our lives. As the collective color of the spirit, it invokes rest and can cause the body to produce chemicals that are calming and cooling. Physically and mentally, shades of blue can affect trustworthiness, dependability and commitment.

All the Colors of My Heart by Lo21, at only six chapters in, promises a mature romantic journey, rich in beautiful surroundings, a brilliantly told sensual escape. Slip away, dream and revel in this award winning love story in progress.

Completed Fic of the Week: 5/9 - 5/15

Forbidden Muse by Chocolate Lover 82

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6632922/1/Forbidden_Muse

Review by phoebes.promise

Rating: M
Genre: Drama/Romance
Characters: Edward/Bella

Summary: When Edward Cullen had to return home after two years in Italy, he never expected to find new inspiration in a woman that was off limits. AH, ExB. Originally written as an entry for the Pick a Pic Challenge

The title alone elicits shades of sensuality, of passion desperate to be realized… Forbidden Muse, the first and fabulous fic by Chocolate Lover 82 offers those themes and more. Beautifully written and vividly descriptive, it is a perfect short story to awaken the heart and senses.

Originally offered as a one shot for a contest, Forbidden Muse was thankfully extended to five full chapters, rich with narrative and varying points of view. Layered, fresh characterizations provide palpable emotions throughout. Edward is the quintessential, creative wayward son with an ache in his soul. He exists in stark contrast to his business minded, fiscally driven brother, Emmett. Though deeply connected to his mother, he’s stifled by his family’s manner and expectations.

The story opens as Edward is called home by an illness in the family. For peace and respite he frequents a public park with his sketchbook… one such afternoon visit deems fateful. He spots a beautiful, mysterious woman who will alter his being forever.

As much as I tried to sleep that night, the memory of that girl kept me from it. Finally, I gave up and went to look for my sketchbook. I sat all night drawing her; her lips, legs, her hands and never feeling satisfied with any of them. There was something that was missing from them … her eyes. I realized I never saw her eyes and that was what was missing from all of my sketches: A soul.

I could see more details of her face now; the color of her lips was a beautiful shade of cherry; the softness of her skin, the shape of her eyes, jaw, nose. Her cheeks were a little pink, maybe from the laughing with the little boy and the little rays of sun that illuminated her face from where she sat. When she turned to go back to reading her book, our eyes met for a moment and I finally got to see her. Truly her.

Life and love are never so perfectly poetic. Edward barrels heart first and head last into the moment of forbidden truth… He officially meets his Bella.

As they talked and laughed about things I neither knew nor cared about, I turned to meet Emmett's fiancée. When I saw her standing there, it felt like I was punched in the stomach. Standing there in a red dress, looking even more beautiful, was my 'Book Girl' and standing next to her was Emmett with an arm wrapped around her waist.

Realization hit me even stronger at that moment: 'Book Girl' was here and she was my brother's fiancée

A studio breathing creativity, sensuality and possibility becomes the setting for romantic discovery. Bella becomes Edward’s subject, his inspiration… his muse. A bond blooming under the worst of pretenses, yet so strong, it’s impossible to deny…

From Bella…

“Your skin is so soft. I've tried to get it right in my paintings, but I'm never satisfied with the way it turns out. Feeling it against my skin tonight, I realize that'll never happen." He was looking at his hand as it caressed my skin with such amazement, as if it was the first time he had ever touched me. Like I wasn't even real and would disappear at any second. I hated that he had reasons to actually believe this.

Reality looms, the secret lovers must confess if they want to move from the darkness. Disappointing and breaking hearts all around is painful, but necessary. In an intensely palpable scene, the truth surfaces…

I looked around the room and took notice of this beautiful table, the delicate china, a wedding gift for Esme and Carlisle, and the silverware that accompanied it. The remnants of the delicious meal we had been eating until a few moments ago were still on our plates and I could still smell the scents of the food in the air. Everything looked the same as it did every time we had been there eating with Esme and Carlisle, yet there was this intense feeling of loss in the air oppressing my chest. Was this my last time in their company? I wanted to commit everything to memory, not just the things that surrounded me, but the moments we had spent there, the talks, the jokes, the laughs. All gone now.

I turned to Edward and saw him gazing at the door, tears in his eyes, with such intensity, as if through force of will, he could make her appear to tell him all was forgotten or at least forgiven. I could feel his pain at Esme's words and at that moment there were no words to tell him that could make it better, not even telling him that I loved him, not after this.

So I just squeezed the hand that, through it all, hadn't let go of mine and brought the other one to his heart, while resting my head on his shoulder. It was the only way that I knew to tell him I was there for him and that I loved him at that moment without overwhelming him.

Brothers battle ego and past demons as Emmett comes to grip with losing his fiancée. But Edward and Bella wage through the together, growing closer and dreaming of the future.

Our road had been far from perfect, handled in a way that hurt people we cared about deeply. Relationships that we probably could never mend completely again, at least not to the way they were before, but we were willing to wait for however long it took. In the end, I could truly say that it was a price we were willing to pay again, if it meant we could be together like this.

Even with the consequences of our actions, we were now facing a new future, one full of possibilities. It was exciting and scary and one that I knew I wanted to face with him by my side.

Edward often said that I was his muse, forbidden at the beginning, but one that inspired his life and brought him back to life again after years of darkness. He said that I was his light. And in him, I found life again as well. I had been sleeping for so long, just existing. He showed me that I didn't have to settle, that I was worth more than I was getting.

In the end, we were the sparkle that had been missing in each other's lives and hearts and I couldn't wait to see where that would lead us. What kind of new colors and light we would create together.

Brushes and strokes, shades and hues, peppermint and paint, Forbidden Muse stirs the senses as deeply as it ignites the heart. Weaving gorgeous imagery throughout a sensual, love story, Chocolate Lover 82 creates a textured journey of a sensitive artist and his beautiful muse…

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Brand New Fic of the Week: 4/18 - 4/24

Sweet Science by fanboymike

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6834948/1/

Review by phoebes.promise

Rating: M
Genre: Romance/Drama
Characters: Edward/Bella

Summary: Edward had a simple goal. To become a successful boxer and prove his father wrong. That was until he met Cullen Gyms new Media Consultant Bella Swan. ExB AU AH Mostly canon pairings.

“Sweet Science” refers to the European tradition of schooling ‘gentleman’ in the “sciences” of sword, gun, and fist fighting. Fisticuffs, being the least lethal, was called… The Sweet Science.

First time author, fanboymike, offers a unique fictional journey into the modern boxing ring through a timeless Edward and Bella romance. The use of EPOV allows the reader to experience first hand the intensely competitive nature of the sport and the lifestyle’s impact on love.

The story opens two years in the future with dramatic images and sensory bliss of cinnamon and lavender… canvas and counting. Edward’s thoughts in the first chapter seem full of heartache. The storytelling is full of rich phrasing and palpable emotion. He reveals facts with a conversational technique. Character’s motivations and histories are uncovered purposefully through interaction and reaction.

“Boxing isn't for everyone, Edward." He turned back to face me, his expression unreadable but no longer irritated. "And with your particular skill set…" He paused again toying absently with his glasses.

I pushed aside any uncertainty I felt at this sudden shift in his demeanor. This time I wasn't interested in his bullshit.

"My skill set?" All traces of the calm I had been working gone, my ever present frustration springing back again to my defense. "I made it to the finals of the Golden Gloves tournament when I was an amateur and I won my first professional bout." I knew I didn't need to justify myself, but Carlisle had a knack for bringing out the worst in me.

Edward is a complicated man. The author bravely steers clear of the clichéd, infallible romantic hero. This Edward can be explosive yet gentle, he emotes honestly and deeply. Before even breaching the love story, the tenuous Cullen family dynamic is exposed. Father and son caught in a battle of wills. Edward makes a hasty decision out of frustration setting in motion a course of events that will ultimately guide his hopeful boxing career and quite possibly his personal life as well. As he tempts fate to train with an opposing gym, past demons continue to tempt and test. However, no amount of shadow boxing and sparring would prepare him for the battle within as he meets strikingly beautiful Bella Swan.

As she reached the top of the stairs she made one last sweeping glance of the gym and the most stunning deep chocolate brown eyes, hidden behind her retro oval shaped thick rimmed glasses, could be glimpsed for a moment before sliding past, leaving me standing there unseen, frozen in place.

Hired to market an image for the Cullen family gyms Bella Swan immediately consumes Edward’s being. Bella is confident, where Edward has insecurities, Bella is measured, where Edward is impetuous… together they are a toxic mix of want and need. A room number scripted on paper, a simple invitation, evolves into a fantasy realized. Edward falls fast and he falls hard.

"Are you planning on coming in?" Bella tilted her head, emphasizing the invitation.

I walked into her room on shaky legs, following silently as Bella slipped past, leading me in. I fixated on the gentle sway of her hips as she moved, afraid of saying something that might heighten the awkwardness, I wavered, uncertain.

I had felt after my win tonight that my confidence was at an all time high, but in Bella's presence I was completely undone. Unsure which way to turn, needing to know what she wanted from me. Whatever it was I wanted to give it.

Desire is realized in a perfectly told scene of lovemaking…

As we move together, I try to capture every detail; the feel of her body against mine, the way her pale skin has flushed pink, the tickle of her breath against my face as she whimpers at my touch. My fevered mind can barely hold these moments clear, distinct, combining in a whirl of senses and emotions that my body doesn't feel equipped to contain.

Promoters and patterns, skipping and speed bags, worn hand tape never seemed so sensual… At only five chapters in, Sweet Science promises to be a wonderfully weaved tale of family loyalty, professional ambition, and significant love.

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Brand New Fic of the Week: 4/4 - 4/10

Cracks in the Pavement by VampiresHaveLaws

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6765479/1/

Review by phoebes.promise

Rating: M
Genre: Angst/Romance
Characters: Edward/Bella

Summary: Life is never perfect, the cracks always appear. "My Polaroid would show the face of a girl who has forgotten how to truly smile." Even the strongest of dreams can fail to become enough.

Complicated heartache and painful silence fuel this beautifully written love story by the talented VampiresHaveLaws, also author of Evading Edward.

It doesn't surprise me that he pretends I'm not here.

We've known each other for so long, I sometimes forget that hasn't always been the case. It feels like he's always been in my life, long before he'd spoken those first words to me all those years ago.

I can list off his favourite foods; his favourite sounds and sights without hesitation. At least I used to think I could—now I'm not as sure. Things are different now. He's different... I'm different. We're different.

Cracks in the Pavement chronicles the fragile bond between a selfless, beautiful Bella and her handsome, distant husband Edward. They’ve lost their way on the journey of love and life. Bella’s ambitions of a graduate degree and future teaching English were dismissed for Edward’s family and career. As successful and comfortable as their days may be, they’ve clearly drifted from their hopeful, romantic path.

Sometimes it's easier when he faces the other way, that way I don't have to lie beside a constant reminder of what is so close… mine, but also so far away.

It was never said out loud; it simply happened over time, the distance growing further apart, stretching like an elastic band that I keep willing to snap, but never does. It holds strong and fast and I hate it.

VampsHaveLaws employs precious, quiet moments within flashbacks to detail the innocence and strength of their beginning. Heart fluttering kisses and delicate gestures juxtaposed to the difficult reality they tread now is difficult and emotionally intense.

My breath is shaky as I exhale. Is it supposed to be like this... so all consuming? Because right now I don't think I'm awake. It has to be a dream because things like this just don't happen to everyone.

I shake my head slightly on the pillow. "I'm the lucky one," I reply, my fingers moving to his lips, tracing their smoothness.

His lips pucker against them for the smallest of seconds, the atmosphere around us changing like the seasons—winter to spring and back again. "I'm going to marry you someday, you know," he states, his words holding so much promise, like rings on certain fingers.

Woven with textured phrasing and vivid imagery, the story is an extremely palpable read.

I hurry along, my hood getting blown from my head as the wind picks up and bites at my skin, tendrils of hair weaving in front of my vision again and again, willow branches wild in the breeze.

The layered, complicated personalities of the minor characters also threaten from the periphery. A few appear anxious to fill the gaps of this desperate relationship.

I can't help but feel that jealousy all over again as I remember her attention towards my husband, even if it wasn't anything more than being polite. I don't know her, yet a big part of me naturally wants to.

Cracks in the Pavement maintains a mature, complex and painfully realistic plot, not to be missed by readers who crave a brilliantly told, angsty tale.

WIP of the Week: 3/7-3/13

Bring on the Wonder by Bronzehyperion

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6247426/1/Bring_On_The_Wonder

Reviewed by phoebes.promise

Rated: M
Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Angst
Characters: Edward/Bella

Summary: Bella works the streets of Seattle as a prostitute. Edward is waiting to be ordained as a Catholic priest. Is there anything they have to offer each other? Or are there just sacrifices they both have to make…

Wonder indeed… to admire, to be amazed, to be in awe of something marvelous. Bring on the Wonder by Bronzehyperion is a journey of discovery, of love, of self and soul. The premise is addicting, the writing is vivid and the characters are perfectly compelling.

Two young, beautiful people surviving their own sequence of life in contrasting worlds. Edward Cullen is beloved son from a proud and devoutly Catholic family. A tragic experience as an adolescent led him to the call to become a priest. His gentle heart and spirit lends beautifully to this quest to serve the church. Edward is determined on his path, stifling innate desire until he meets Bella Swan…

But somehow I had managed, hearing God's voice whispering my calling to me every time I prayed for the strength to stay pure and faithful to God.

It had given me strength and since then I hadn't strayed in my faith.

And I wasn't about to give up now just because I had met a tempting hurdle in the form of a beautiful woman.

I kept telling myself that as I showered and got ready for bed.

But as I lay there between the cool sheets, trying to let sleep take me over, all I could see was her, chocolate eyes brimming over with shameful secrets and wistful regrets. A face as pure as white snow tainted by blood-red lips that could whisper unholy promises.

She haunted me like Jacob had done for so many nights.

That was the first night I dreamt of Isabella Swan.

Bella’s world is in vast contradiction to Edward’s. Bella is a prostitute struggling with the brutal demons of her reality. She survives with a strong temperament and exterior, but as with Edward their chance meeting stirs her very being…

"Excuse me," a deep smooth voice pulled me from my reverie.

The voice belonged to a figure. A male figure, I could tell, even though most of his face was hidden in the shadows. A male figure that sounded like an angel too. Fuck, was it this location? Did the community center have an aura of attracting fucking saints now? No wonder Ang liked it here.

Truthfully, I wasn't. I fucked men for a living and never had I wanted to fuck one for free.

My body hadn't given a signal of wanting to get fucked willingly in a long time.

Shit.

This guy, with hair that looked like he was pulling at it a lot because it stuck out everywhere– how fucking kinky – and eyes that made me want to come in ways I had never believed possible, destroyed my numbness completely with one smile.

Double shit.

That was the first night I wanted to fuck Edward Cullen.

And thus sets in motion a complicated, intriguing twist on forbidden love…

Bronzehyperion explores both Edward and Bella’s points of view. In tone, style and speech the reader is exposed to the peace of Edward’s religious wisdom. Beautiful moments of self reflection are intertwined with meaningful scripture. Bella is a vivid, emotional storyteller. Her difficulties are detailed in a very powerful, personal and raw manner. The author weaves their environments flawlessly through a mission, dynamic minor characters and hope of love.

As I lowered my head, made the sign of the Cross and then folded my hands, I silently prayed.

My Lord, my shepherd…I would never ask for anything but your light for me to bask in and your compassion in times I need mending. I'd never be selfish enough to ask you to save Bella. I am certain you have a plan for her and I would never want to question it.

I took a deep breath and unfolded my hands to take one of Bella's into mine before folding them back together. Touching her skin so intimately caused a spark to pulse through my arm. It felt like an electric shock that zapped me, pushing its way through my veins, straight to my heart.

The feeling was overwhelming but not uncomfortable. It felt like warmth and hope. Strength and faith. I believed the undeniable connection was God's way of telling me he was listening to my prayer.

Please, my God, please. I know it's selfish to beg for anything. To demand for Bella to come to her senses and turn her life around. I don't want to disappoint you or forsake my faith.

But I need to know how to be her friend. How to help her. My attempts have been fruitless. I anger her and I fear that she'll self-destruct if she doesn't turn her life around.

Give me faith my Lord. Let me be strong and fulfill my destiny. Let me be strong and carry Bella's burdens for her; let me be her shoulder. 

Let me be strong enough to save her.

Like I didn't save Jacob.

Bring on the Wonder is an intense, compelling work in progress. It is a journey of growth, hope and love that matters. A relationship progression of one charitable heart who wants nothing more than to share, inspire and cherish humanity juxtaposed with another whose damaged and desperate. Will their passion be realized… one can only wonder…

We'll always be two different worlds, him and me.

Heaven and hell.

Angel and demon.

Sinner and saint.

Prostitute and priest.

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Completed Fic of the Week: 2/7-2/13

Cien Anos de Soledad by HappyInLove

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6486960/1/Cien_Anos_de_Soledad

Review by phoebes.promise

Rating: M
Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort
Characters: Edward/Bella

Summary: There is a Girl, there is a Boy. There is a Kid. There are feelings. That's about it, really. But what else is there?

Cien Anos de Soledad is a beautifully written journey of life. It is an Edward and Bella love story with a strong soul and a gracious heart. A poignant message of hope, recovery and love through the innocence of a precious orphan named Maya that weaves throughout this unique tale.

Our brave and determined heroine, Bella Swan, influenced by an idealistic view of the world traveled to Guatemala straight out of college to teach English in an orphanage. However, the violence and devastation of a civil war changes her life’s path dramatically. As the story opens, Bella has left the tortured land behind, and taken with her the innocence of life, a light amongst the brutality she witnessed.

I was twenty-three years old, a college graduate, former volunteer at an orphanage in Guatemala, and I had a backpack that held not just my only other change of clothes, but also the only other change of clothes for my little girl. My little girl. That was all I possessed.

Escaping the most dangerous of conditions, Bella settles into her flight home with her new daughter and forged documents of existence. By chance they are seated next to a distant, jaded young movie star, Edward Cullen, who as circumstances have it, just completed filming in Mexico.

For the first time, I looked at the kind stranger. He gave me a genuine smile before nodding and turning back to his stack of papers. He looked young, maybe around my age, with burnt pumpkin colored hair, forest green eyes, a strong jaw, and nose that could be perfect from the front, although from the side had a small crook in it. The Bella from before would have been blushing, stuttering, and gawking, but that was in the past. He got one second glance, and that was all.

I'd become a woman who had a kid, and had grow tired under a year of revolution, so much to a point that I didn't care about the gorgeous man beside me who offered the tiny girl in my lap his sweatshirt.



The two eventual lovers become tied in many ways, but most significantly by the bond of the child. They arrive at the intersection of their love from very different paths. They both suffer from past experiences that shaped their outlook on the present and the future. Both Edward and Bella grow tremendously through the work in heart and mind.


He had two blockbusters, millions in the bank, and homes in LA, Seattle, London, and NY, and here he was, holding my daughter, helping me move into a tiny townhouse about a block away from the school I'd be teaching senior English at.

Maya's hand's rooted in his hair to keep her balance, and I instantly thought of doing the same thing, of the night I pulled him so close, I didn't think I'd ever let go. But I promised myself to forget that. It was a dream and nothing more.

There is a well paced rise and fall in the love story that keeps the reader hopeful for their future. There are playful exchanges as well as passionate moments. It’s a believable exploration of two young adults desperately trying to find their way and recover from tragic moments of their yesterdays.

The structure in this storytelling is distinct. Readers enjoy alternating points of view throughout, with a surprise voice at the end. But most creatively we learn through Bella’s journal passages of the massacre, attacks and unrest she was witness to. Brief flashbacks are employed to texture the story, adding depth to the character’s motivations and actions.

"Day 365," Edward started to read. "I can't believe I've been here for a whole year. Already I can't remember what Twizzler’s taste like, or what Alice's favorite nail polish color is. Lately, the only color my nails are is dirt. I can't really picture going back either. How do you keep on living when you know that there are children under guns, or worse yet, how will I leave Maya? Every day she grows more and more my shadow. Jake said she's picking up my mannerisms, and he misses no chance to make fun of us together when we scowl at the same time, or smile similarly. When I look at her, I know that her mother is dead. No one would let a girl that sweet, precious, and amazing out of their sight unless it was necessary. A year has felt like forever, and I can't imagine another one ending.

Some very touching moments occur between Edward and Maya as a young girl in a new bond as told by Bella…

Sleeping on top of my made bed, Maya, wearing her giant sweatshirt, slept on Edward's chest. He had one arm on her back and the other behind his head, looking completely peaceful. Maya was still asleep, as was Edward, despite my shouting. They looked too perfect to wake up. I set the note on my nightstand and watched them.

With each breath from Edward, Maya would rise and fall slightly, but she didn't wake. I took a second to watch Edward. He looked peaceful, less ready to have a snappy comeback, no more sarcasm here. His hair, the messy bunch that flamed endlessly looked even more crumpled than usual. His features, the crooked nose, chiseled chin, relaxed cheeks, all looked less severe as he slept. For a second I felt something. But I pushed it away before noticing.

I crawled into bed beside them both gently, so as not to wake them. Maya felt me though, and turned to see me rest my head on the pillow. She slid off of Edward's chest slowly, trying not to wake him. He turned with her, his arm becoming her pillow. I smiled that his body, even in sleep, sensed her shift, and moved to protect her. Maya scooted near me, her eyes still tired.

And later, as mature father and daughter, as told by Maya…

"And who is your date tonight, Edward?" some reporter questioned my Dad as he had his arm around my waist.

"This is my daughter, Maya," he grinned and introduced me. "I asked her if she'd mind accompanying her old man to the Oscar's, and she told me she'd check her schedule. I was lucky enough to get the prettiest date here."

"He bribed mewith In-and-Out," I explained to the camera. The reporter laughed. I stood back as I watched my Dad work. He really was good at it, the whole being a 'movie star' thing. It suited him. He wasn't the guy who raised me, who let me eat apples in the grocery store while he shopped, or made faces with Mom yelled about something to make me laugh. Here, he was an actor, and it was amazing, to see that part of him.

This lovely, heartwarming piece concludes in a most unique fashion, a full circle of events. The close of Cien Anos de Soledad leaves the reader with peace and truth in the healing power of family and love.

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WIP of the Week: 1/10/11-1/16/11

The Companion by SamRosey

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7652040/1/The_Companion

Review by JaimeArkin and Phoebes.Promise

Rating: M
Genre: Romance
Characters: Edward/Bella

Summary: Need. Want. Desire. Bella thinks the best way to fulfill these things is to become a Companion. 'A guild of professional courtesans/entertainers.' A girl with a big heart, she craves it all but she's impatient, ready to play. AH. Edward and Bella.

The existence of this incredible storytelling is truly a gift to fan fiction. As lovers of unique, rich and sensual tales… The Companion by the talented samrosey fills every desire and more.

The story opens with an explanation, a definition of sorts… Our beautiful, cultured and curious heroine, Bella Swan listens along… learning the very components of such an arrangement.

A Companion is a skilled, well-educated and well-respected member of a guild of professional courtesans/entertainers, somewhat similar to oiran. While they do frequently engage in a form of state-sanctioned prostitution, they are nonetheless treated with a great deal of respect and deference from nearly everyone, though non-guild prostitutes are generally treated in the reverse, even if they are former Guild members.

Bella’s colorful, knowing friend, Zafrina runs just such a business. Bella, desperate and longing for a connection is quite intrigued, willing and honest that this is something to try. While her first match is hopelessly unpleasant, we are graced with the likes of the mysterious Edward Cullen on Bella’s second attempt. The attraction immediate, the desire undeniable.

For Edward, the appeal to the arrangement is the distance he’s allowed, emotionally, personally. This is difficult, confusing for Bella, initially. The boundaries and rules not clearly defined. And with physical pull so intense… lines blur.

"Please don't. I don't know what I'm doing clearly. I mean I do know what I'm doing but… you know what I mean. This..." She placed her palm on the window in front of her. "It's just different. I don't know the rules."

"There are none."

"You say that but I feel like I need some. I feel as if nobody has told me the secret. And you're just there, walking into my gallery telling me exactly what you want…well I'm here."

"And what do you want?" He walked over and stood behind her, hand in her hair, he pulled it back making ways to her neck, her face so he could see. She shivered at his touch.

"I think you know."

"Tell me…"

The journey into samrosey’s sensual vision is as beautiful as it is lyrical. Her imagination is captured by phrasing unique and wonderful. Losing yourself in these gorgeous lovers fantasy world of discovery is pure reading bliss. You’ll hover in voyeuristic style as private moments, thoughts and deeds unfold around you. The story is rich and sensual and perfectly told.

A precious vulnerability lives within both Edward and Bella. Wants, needs, avoidance, denial all a heady mix as new experiences run headlong into old wounds.

"I knew that at some point this might make me feel like a whore but you, one minute you're on another level, trying to reach up to me, telling me to look in the fucking mirror giving it all something bigger than I imagined and the next you're treating me like a... like a..."

"Like someone I just want to fuck! You knew that already, didn't you?" He waits. "Didn't you? Say it!"

Her eyes darker than the night, staring emotions and fighting this. Fighting even though she knows she will regret an ending. An ending to him and being his Companion.

"Aren't I?"

"Yes, that's exactly what you are, and I for you."

His face tries to tell her this isn't something to be giddy about, dates and candy shaped hearts, someone to tell your mother about and she feels it, the look on his face, what he's saying.

Stranger man.

"Jesus, I don't want your fucking soul Edward, but I need words, despite what arrangement we may have, you don't say when and I can walk away any time I like…equals."

"Goodbye then."

Hot, carnal, sensual loving is peppered throughout, so eloquently detailed. You’ll lose yourself in the lustful pleasure unfolding. Their sex so intense and driven you forget completely the fragility of their emotional connection.

Cheek to her cheek, he inhales her scent, scent of this woman in front of him, closing his eyes. Feeling him breathing against her, smelling her, it's so sensual she feels light-headed, it's intoxicating. Lips at her ear, she thinks he's going to speak, instead he takes skin, soft and sensitive with his teeth, gentle and licks, she moans. It's unexpected and she never knew that would feel so... so fucking good, and he does it again, sucking, she grips him, the sides of him, steady.

Edward moves to her neck, skin he knows will push her, no kisses here, lips she feels then teeth. It's wet. He bites down but it doesn't hurt, it's scraping and he's moving them across her neck and it's divine. Legs tremble, weak with want. All of her, she tingles for him, she's wound and wet and ready for anything.

Realizing how hard she's digging her nails into his skin, she drops her hands and goes for the front of his jeans. Popping the top button, he pulls away. She thinks he's going to object maybe, tell her to wait but he suffocates her with his mouth, intake of breath to catch. Clumsy fingers, she pops another button. Tongue, lots of tongue, she gives and he takes, he pulls on her lips and sucks, she takes. Until she starts to push his jeans down, breaking their kiss.

She steps back a little, he drops his hand letting her hair fall, she meets his eyes and tucks her fingers under his boxers, continuing to push them both down.

She bends to meet herself and comes face to face with him, hard, full, hard and oh... She stands and he steps out of his clothes, kicking them to the side.

"Show me?"

Show you what? She doesn't know what he means.

She doesn't know and doesn't wait, she pushes up against him, taking him in her hand, between them, tight she grips him and begins to move. Slow at first, small gasps he makes.

"Wait."

"What?"

He pulls at her dress, and pulls his bottom lip into his mouth, teeth, he bites. It's sexy and carnal. He wants to tear it off her body. He wants to feel her body against his while she makes him come.

Taking the sides of her dress in his hands he pulls it up, he doesn't take his time, she lifts her arms and it's gone, he drops the dress and puts his arms around her, his fingers trace around her shoulders, fingering the back of her bra, he unclasps it and pulls back, bringing it with him. Her arms out he pulls it down and sees her complete. Nipples, they taunt him, as he looses the bra he leans forward and kisses the top of her breast, and then the other, taking her in his hand he plays and pulls and it hurts in the strangest way. It's pleasure, she wants to cry out but doesn't.

He leaves her wanting more and steps back once again.

"Take off your panties."

Treat your senses, your mind and your soul to the beauty that is The Companion. The fresh plotline is textured with surprise, the setting explodes with delicious detail, the dialogue is so believable and vivid. Samrosey offers you phrases that dance, characters bursting with heightened emotions, primal desires weaved poetically into a sensual love story. As a work in progress, the beautiful words filling only 16 chapters… don’t hesitate.

Brand New Fic of the Week: 11/8-11/14

Love is the End by phoebes.promise

 http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6445022/1/Love_is_the_End
Reviewed by WomanScornd

Rating: M
Genre: Drama/Romance
Characters: Edward/Bella

Summary: If he had only spoken the right words at the right time she would be his forever. Instead, they ache, love and long for each other in silence. A bittersweet love story desperately searching for a happily ever after. E/B, AH, M.

We all love the Twilight Saga because of its classic re-telling of tragic, star-crossed lovers. We all fall head over heels for Edward’s devotion and chivalry. And as fans of the series, we can totally relate to Bella’s romantic and idealistic inner dialogue. I think I may have found a fic that has brought that breathtaking, ill-fated love to a whole ‘nother level. If I could describe this story in one word, it would definitely be SWOON!

Phoebes.promise’s tale, Love is the End, is an artfully told tale of a human Bella and Edward, long-time best friends who happen to be married to other people. Bella is married to Sam, who is for some reason not yet revealed, in a wheelchair. Edward is married to Southern pageant princess and local news anchor, Lauren, who is as self-absorbed as always.

Like forbidden lovers of Bronte and Austen, Edward and Bella steal away secret moments, professing their love to each other behind closed doors. The story is told in Edward’s point of a view. The author doesn’t use a lot of words, but every word she uses seems deliberate and thought-out. There’s no excess, she painstakingly chooses the best word to put you right in Edward’s head. The way Phoebes.promise describes Edward’s feelings of being in a dead-end marriage ring true--

“Wednesday.” I repeated and silently processed its meaning. The therapist’s suggestion for a passionless marriage; pick a specific day of the week and make each other orgasm.

The story is only two updates long and already this talented author puts us right in the middle of an emotional hurricane that envelopes Bella and Edward. When they are together, their love, desire and need for each other is desperate and honest. You feel their yearning for a different life, one where they can be together. To love each other openly. But sadly, it’s not the case yet and who knows if it will be--

“You look beautiful," I whispered moving flush against her, while she stood at the window. Her silent response was the knowing smile that comforted my dreams when I was far away. As she took the wine glass from my hand for her own sip, I moved her long hair behind her shoulder.

Now, if that doesn’t make you swoon from pent-up UST-y bliss, than cold blood must run in your veins. I need a fan and some smelling salts, please! I love that Bella takes a sip of his wine, she doesn’t ask, she just acts. To me this little moment, seems so intimate and means so much. It’s the only way they can share, be in each other’s space----DOUBLE SWOON!

What’s even more provocative, is that Bella and Edward have always loved each other. So, why did they marry other people?

"It was supposed to be us…" Bella whimpered against my lips.

"I know, baby. I know."

So, why wasn’t it them? What happened? Why can’t they have they love they want?

I’m already rooting for these tragic lovers, hoping they’ll get theirs in the end. Phoebes.promise has painted an intricate web of how real and messy love and relationships can be. I just hope that love really is the end.

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