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To know the ending, you must start at the beginning. I’m Isabella Marie Swan. Eighteen years old. Senior. Short in stature. Skinny fat. Brown hair and eyes. And this is my story. It’s not your run of the mill fairy tale. ExB – AH – M
Official Description: An artist who cannot feel. A subject that fights not to. An erotic mystery about love, loss and the intense yearning to be consumed. AH/M for erotic themes.
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I started reading one of 107yearoldvirgin’s stories about about a month ago, that was quickly followed by every other story she posted on fanfiction.net. She instantly became one of my favorites and I got pretty excited when the first chapter appeared in my inbox, then imagine my surprise when ten minutes later the next six chapters were there too. I read the description and it was so different from everything else she had posted, but I had no doubt that it would be good too.
That first chapter…I was fucking hooked. Edward’s appearance is very brief and it makes him all the more mysterious.
My favorite chapter at the moment has to be the third one. It is home to one of the most powerful lines in the story so far:
“Close your eyes. Count to ten. If it hurts, start again.”
Then she takes you through a multitude of emotions.
“Lying back down on my back, I stared upward to the ceiling. the house was quiet and I listened until I could hear the buzzing of electricity in the air. A ringing began and I closed my eyes, conjuring up what that sound must look like.
A flat line.
That line was red. It was the last signal that life had finally left your body.”
You are starting feel sad and sort of heartbroken for Edward, then with the next few lines you start actually thinking about.
“The sound always left me wondering about that last moment. What did one see or he? How was it to know that your last breath and your soul were leaving your body?”
Then with these lines you start falling in love with them:
“It was that simple word. I’d hurt her and instinctively I apologized, shifting forward too quickly and wrapping my arms around her to hoist her up into my arms. She was cradled against my chest and I was trying to create a barrier between her and the water, but her head had lolled back a bit, her hair wet and tangled, hanging across my arm while I gazed down at her face.”
By the end of the chapter you are crying again.
The fourth and fifth might be the most important chapters though…you know what? It is best if you just read it for yourself. There is nothing I can write that could possibly compare to what this story would do to you. You can’t read about reading it, this is definitely a story you have to experience for yourself.
The mystery of it all makes you think, but her writing makes you feel. It is a story based on feeling and every chapter takes you into the story and makes you feel what these characters are feeling. When you read this story, you are more than just reading.
It’s already a given that if 107yearoldvirgin writes something, I’m going to read it, and without a doubt love it. It’s not just because I think she’s fuckawesome, which she is, it’s because she continues to come up with stories that make me feel an array of emotions, and have me begging for more at the end of each chapter. Heat of a Blue Flame is no exception.
The beauty of the writing, and the characters is visible in every word.
His thumbs brushed against the front of my neck and I sighed, my eyes fluttering closed briefly. And then his palms slid lower and he had hold of my breasts, his thumbs tracing the underside and over until they hovered above my nipples.
My impulses made my hands fly up to his, settling them flush against my chest as I felt the solidity of his fingers under my own, pressed against me so intimately in this environment and immediately a new type of want invaded my senses.
He didn’t speak, just kneaded gently; watching my face as my cheeks grew hotter and my lips opened slightly, my eyelids drooping under the…pleasure.
No one uses descriptions like 107yearoldvirgin It’s so fitting that this story revolves around an Edward and Bella who want to feel, and that’s exactly what this fic has the reader doing.
“Bella…” I warned and she let her hand fall back down to her side. “This isn’t about your face. Not about your eyes. This is about how your body reacts to what I’m doing to you. Understand?”
She nodded slightly and I raised the ice above her stomach, letting the freezing cold water trickle over the swell of her abdomen. The flesh on her stomach rose in tiny bumps, reacting to the cold and I took the camera remote in my hand, retracing the hand with ice above the lines I’d created.
It’s already obvious, even after only seven chapters, that there are going to be some ups and downs in this one. I for one am more than ready to tag along. Join Me?
Right from the beginning, this story is compelling. We don’t know anything about Edward, except that he’s an enigmatic photographer. Their first meeting is intriguing and leaves me curious.
She had no idea where we were going.
What we would accomplish in this.
She had no idea.
Plutchik’s theory pinpointed eight basic emotions and eight advanced emotions. According to his wheel, they overlapped to make even more intense feelings emerge. He speculated that all emotions vary in their degree of similarity to one another. That each emotion can exist in varying degrees of intensity or levels of arousal.
That intensity was what I yearned for. What I craved.
So we would begin to study.
Obviously, I am going to read and love anything that 107yearoldvirgin writes, but this story–this story–is so much more. It’s dramatic and mysterious and so, so hot:
Her breathing accelerated and she let her lips part, open and parched.
Lifting up slightly, I took my cold, damp finger and ran it gingerly over her lower lip. Immediately her tongue flicked out and ran over the wetness I’d applied there, the heat of her mouth instantly warming my chilled digit.
I was hitting the remote without even thinking about it now. The lights flashing and her breathing, mixed with the synth of the song, were making me lose my center of attention. I leaned in over her, my face mere inches from her chest as I placed one lone ice cube in her belly button.
Her stomach tightened, the muscles flexing and contracting as she tried to adapt to the cold.
Blowing across her hips, I clicked off more pictures, knowing full well that I was getting exactly the response I was hoping for. Her thighs shifted again and her fingers splayed open on the rug before digging into the soft fur.Water pooled around the cube melting in her belly button and I noted when she shook slightly, causing the fluid to run down her sides, sliding and dripping across her hips into the fur.
More pictures. More flashes of soft light while I stared at her.
Crawling towards her face, I took another cube in my hand and squeezed it before allowing my face to hover above her own. With precision, I pressed the cold, wet cube to her neck and felt myself grow excited when she let out a whimper.
My lips were just above hers and I could feel the rushed air escaping them while I clicked away, letting picture after picture fill my roll. She wriggled slightly and I let my nose touch hers lightly, relishing the feel of heat rolling from her lips.
“Who are you, Bella Swan?” I whispered above her lips.
One of the things I like so much about this story is the way she describes everything–it’s almost like you’re there, experiencing it for yourself. I also love that Bella allows Edward to push her limits a bit, but isn’t afraid to assert herself. Both of them have pasts, both of them want to feel. Heat of a Blue Flame is one of my favorite stories, and I really hope that you’ll check it out.
Official Description: Her glass is half empty. His is half full. Together they may just cause an over abundance of…liquids. Seattle’s #1 anchor and her new camera man may be perfect for each other; if only the truth could be caught on film. ExB – AH – M
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Why should you read Bad News Bella by 107yearoldvirgin? Well, first of all the author, I have read several of her stories and loved each and every one, Eight Days a Week being a personal favorite. Second, Bella is a news anchor, Edward is the camera man and Bella has a problem with saying the wrong thing on air. A perfect example is from chapter 5 that Bella says while on air:
“Tonight we’d like to take a moment to honor a local law enforcement member who got a very prestigious award today. Seattle’s own Officer Riley Biers was awarded the much anticipated Top Cock Award…”
And this epic fail from chapter 3:
‘And then, Edward was crouched in front of me, shielding my face from the flailing legs of the beast and scooping me up from my pile of shit and…that’s…when…I puked on him.’
Followed by this:
“I puked on you…I smell like shit…I have…shit…on…my…hands!”
Bella is attracted to Edward but she has her reasons for thinking that it cannot work with them, none of which have anything to do with the fact that he is a cameraman and she is a lead anchor nor does it have anything to do with a lack of things in common, it’s more of a shall we say ‘physical nature,’ I’ll leave you to decide what that means, or you can read the story and find out for certain.
You get the picture, it’s funny, there is a big of UST it’s a great read. One more word that will hopefully piqué your interest to read this, the most recent chapter title ‘Vagazzled,’ again I will leave that to the reader to figure out what that means.
I hope you take a chance and read this story, I know it has given me a great deal of laughs on days I have needed a break from fanfic HF. Oh and it’s only 8 chapters in so it would not take long to get caught up.
There is nothing that 107yearoldvirgin could write that I wouldn’t love. With that said, even if I didn’t bow down to her greatness, Bad News Bella would be on my list of favorites. It’s witty, fluffy, adorably cute, and as with all of her other stories, it’s absolutely hilarious.
How could you not love this Bella?
He threw a dirty look my way and shook his head while pulling his shirt up a little to get the wetness off of his chest. My eyes landed on the exposed skin of his abdomen while the shirt rose higher and I wasn’t quite sure how long I’d been standing there staring at him, but he cleared his throat to get my attention.
His tummy was pretty.
Pretty tummy.
Want to touch it. A little.
Then there’s Edward, who is completely irresistible.
Company picnics didn’t seem like something I would have been interested in before going to work for WTWI. But they seemed like a hell of a lot of fun if Bella was going to be there. In shorts. And possibly a little tank top where her bra straps would be hanging out.
“I’m a douche,” I lamented and pulled the pillow across my face.
I liked her, which was obvious to anyone within a ten foot radius. But, I liked her for other reasons than just for being hot and successful. She was fun. Funny and quirky and smart…but she was also inadvertently sexy.
If you haven’t checked it out already, run don’t walk. You don’t want to miss out. Trust me.
There are very few authors who are as talented as 107yearoldvirgin. She can take you from the depths of despair to laughing your ass off, from drama to funny, from panting fuckhot to crying in 5.2 seconds. The way she describes things and the feelings that her words evoke–she’s unparalleled.
Bad News Bella is no different. It’s hilarious. But more than that, it’s real.
Grabbing my bottle of wine by the neck, I pulled it sloppily over to my hip and licked my lips. Taking a huge swig of the red, I placed the bottle back on the floor and wiped my mouth with my hand. My vision was growing foggy and I was feeling lightheaded, which made me feel better, if even for the moment.
These pictures were dumb.
And Tyler was ugly.
His repulsive face was in all of these pictures. I snorted a little and folded one in the middle. I looked half decent in that one. Gripping the scissors next to my leg, I held the crease open slightly and stuck my tongue out of the side of my mouth as I concentrated on surgically removing the moron from the picture.
When it was done, I smiled. Now it was just me. Alone.
And that was when it hit me: I was alone. I had no one. Not even that idiot Tyler and his terrible skills in the sack. Or his lady-like ‘come face’ that always made me think he’d be a good cross dresser. At least that was something. Someone.
No I had no one.
Which is when reality set in and I allowed myself to cry.
It’s hot:
Slowly, I pulled each of her shoes from her feet and slid my fingers up the leg of her jeans to remove her socks one at a time. Her feet shifted a little when they were gone and I let my hands remain on her calves, outside of the jeans while I crawled my way up her body, sliding fingers over denim as I did, looking her in the face the entire way.
She didn’t flinch. She didn’t make any move to escape. She wanted this and so did I.
And tonight we would have it.
And of course, it’s funny:
“Seriously. I mean…it’s a really nice situation you’ve got here. It’s pretty.” I looked up into her flush faced and sighed. “I want to, like, live here.”
“What?” She sat up a little, confusion making her face scrunch up.
“I want to live in your Muff Cave.”
Bella leaned back a little and scooted away from me. “Umm…”
“Yeah, I could just…crawl up in there. Live like an Indigenous man. Bring a blanket. You could give me snacks. It would make a comfy house, right?”
“Did you just call my vag a house?” The look of horror on her face struck me as funny. Why was she upset? It was a compliment. At least, I thought it was.
The other reviewers have done a great job at telling you about this fic. You don’t need to see mine to know that you should read Bad News Bella, and not just because she uses giant peens as her story dividers. She’s the renaissance woman of fics, and you will seriously be missing out if you don’t read everything this girl writes.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5832993/1/Decoy
Official Description: A deal that will change their lives: Bella Swan is tired of being a nobody and makes a deal with one of the most popular guys in high school, Edward Cullen, to help her break into the “cool” clique. But is she who he thinks she is? Or is she more? AH/AU
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IronicTwist says: Can’t Buy Me Love was a 1987 movie about high school popularity and what someone desperate enough for it might do to get it. In Decoy, author 107yearoldvirgin, neatly turns this popular tale on its ear by giving it a Twilight spin.
Bella Swan is a nobody entering her senior year at Forks High. Everyone believes she’s a recent transplant, come to live with her dad now that her parents have reconciled. What they don’t remember is that Isabella lived in Forks when she was younger. She was friends with many of the kids who are popular now—kids who think her name is Brenda.
Edward Cullen is the popular, rich guy. He just got his car back, after it had an unfortunate meeting with a tree. The return to mobility and his continued freedom, as well as his participation in track and baseball, “his entire existence” as far as Edward is concerned, is conditional on Edward not damaging the vehicle again or getting any tickets. True to cocky form, Edward is the proud new owner of a speeding ticket mere hours later.
He heads to the police station to plead his case, but is thwarted. As he’s leaving he bumps into “Brenda” who uses her charms on the desk sergeant, Jacob Black, to get the ticket to disappear. Edward is grateful:
“I feel like I owe you now or something.”“You do,” she says simply.
Intrigued, I press her. “And what exactly do I owe you?”
She pulls her wrist from my grasp and sighs. “The way I see it, Edward Cullen, you owe me your entire existence at this moment.”
My mouth drops open in surprise.
She smiles slightly, the happiness not reaching her eyes. “But I’ll settle for you letting me hang out with you for the next month at school.”
So the stage is set. Edward, reluctantly at first, and then more enthusiastically, holds up his end of the bargain. Bella is instantly popular. Edward purchases her new clothes and plays the attentive boyfriend. It’s not long before Edward starts to feel something more, something real, for this girl who reminds him of someone he once knew.
In a nod to Stephenie Meyer, Edward spends his nights sneaking into Bella’s bedroom where the two begin to explore a sexual relationship. Unlike Stephenie’s Bella, however, this Bella is no blushing virgin. She grew up in a nudist colony and is comfortable with her body and sex.
107yearoldvigin has promised us a departure from the traditional Can’t Buy Me Love storyline in the next chapter. Already we have seen some darker moments, moments 107 took from her personal high school experiences. The overall fun tone of the story has a dark tinge that isn’t angsty (yet), but realistic, as the callous machinations of high school students can have disastrous consequences.
I can heartily recommend Decoy, as well as 107yearoldvirgin’s almost complete Eight Days a Week, as great reads. 107yearoldvirgin is a committed author, who updates regularly and has six other completed fics to her name.
MF’er says: What a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive…
This is the quote that comes to mind when I think about this story. I’ve never seen Can’t Buy Me Love (no, I assure you, I do not live under a rock, nor did I grow up in a convent…), so I can’t really compare it to the movie. So, I don’t have the benefit of being able to guess what might happen based off of that. But that’s okay, I like the element of surprise and I’ll admit that 107yearoldvirgin has pulled me in, hard.
Edward is a cocky rich kid who sits at the popular table at lunch and has money to burn and breezes through life on his good looks and daddy’s money, or so he would like people to believe. Bella appears to be the shy, quiet girl who everyone thinks is named Brenda (or Pot Girl) because of her mother. But she’s very different on the inside. Funny, brave and… craving something she fears she’ll never have.
When these two meet—striking a deal to save Edward’s ‘life’—things begin to get interesting after she agrees to help him get out of a recent speeding ticket in exchange for his friendship (see: blackmail).
What we don’t know, is that Bella is hiding something… that she has an ulterior motive. And of course, Edward doesn’t know that either. He fully believes she wants what he has; the popularity of he and his friends.
The truth is that all she truly wants is him. And when she begins to have him, she has no idea… because Edward is playing his deceptive role in public rather perfectly.
It’s only behind closed doors that he shows hints of who he truly is. And she does the same… which reminds him of someone he once knew…
Cracking it open, I feel the blood in my face burn hot, my cheeks aflame and mouth hanging open.“Before you my life was like a moonless night…very dark, but there were stars- points of light and reason… And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything.”
“E-e-edward,” I stutter in shock. “You’re a poet. This is…gorgeous.”
He’s not looking at me and I wonder why. “Is this about Kate?” He shakes his head ‘no’. “Who, then?”
His face is tight and he finally moves to face me. “A girl I can’t remember.”
It can’t be…
There is humor and heartache and high school politics… and a fuckton of dry humping and biting and oh, is it hot in here? Yes. Yes, it is. This story will pull you in quickly and leave you begging for more and ngl, I’m developing a bit of a girlcrush for 107yearoldvirgin…
tampagirl81 says: Have you ever seen the 1987 Can’t Buy Me Love? No? That’s okay because Decoy by 107yearoldvirgin has her own version on the classic 80′s movie. The extremely popular, big man on campus Edward Cullen has gotten into trouble again and if his father, Carlisle, finds out than he is in major trouble. Bella Swan is conveniently nearby and sees that he is in distress and blackmails him into riding his coattails into popularity. What he doesn’t know (and she doesn’t tell him) is that they’ve met before under slightly different circumstances.
The longer the charade goes on, the more Edward realizes there is something familiar and special about Bella, but still can’t figure it out. What he does know is that he cares for her, more than he should. Bella quickly learns that popularity is not all it seems when she witnesses something incredibly cruel and no one does anything to stop it.
My eyes scan over the scene again, and sure enough…Victoria and James are silent
ly screwing each other with their eyes. And poor Bree doesn’t see any of it because she is so transfixed by the male attention. My heart breaks a little for her when I realize how truly wrecked she will be upon realizing that not only did this boy not like her, but her friend will betray her and move in on James to get attention, too.“Then what happens?” I ask quietly.
Jasper drums his fingers on the table in a sign of boredom. “When Bree shows up on that morning to ‘marry him’, he’ll pretend like she doesn’t exist. And then he’ll go get head from Victoria in the theater sound booth or something.” Emmett nods and chews his food, his cheeks too packed to join in on the conversation.
The story is only several chapters but there is so much in each chapter you can’t help but anticipate the next. The interactions between the characters are realistic, but what is even more authentic is how the characters put on a facade for the sake of being popular. They don’t show who they really are for fear of being judged and ridiculed. As of now, everyone is learning that not everything is as it seems. Like all of the other fics 107yearoldvirgin has done, you won’t be disappointed.
Kassiah says: So…107yearoldvirgin. I love that girl. I devoured Eight Days a Week and loved it and squeed about it and even gnashed my teeth at it sometimes. In fact, if I hadn’t haphazardly thrown the term after a girl who ripped my heart out and stomped on it, I’d venture and say 107yearoldvirgin could be my ficsoulmate. ::sigh:: The other night there was a post on Edwardville that asked for our top five favorite fics. Someone (I wish I knew who so I could send them a chocolate cheesecake or pseudo-lesbian kisses or something) put Eight Days a Week on her list. Beside it, she noted that she would include Decoy but it’s only so many chapters, so….
Hmmm, I pondered. Why don’t I know about this story? It couldn’t be by the insanely awesome 107yearoldvirgin, could it? Why didn’t I get an alert? That’s right–because I have 740 fics on alerts and cut off the emails for them. So I decided to investigate. At approximately 3am-ish Monday night (or Tuesday morning, depending on how you look at it), I opened up Decoy. And fell instantly, incandescently in love. I knew I’d be hooked from the very first line:
High School will kill you if you let it.
Edward is the popular guy and Bella is the girl with a past that no one notices. Though this has some typical high school cliche-type themes, this is not your typical high school cliche fic. At all. 107yearoldvirgin has put a fresh, tantalizing spin on absolutely everything. Bella helps Edward out of a traffic ticket, so Edward agrees to hang out with her for one month. The first morning he comes to pick her up for school, he is abhorred by what she’s wearing and insists she change:
“You have contacts?”“Yeah,” I respond, zipping the front of the sweater.
“God…wear them, then.” He shoves them at me and rifles through the rest of my belongings on my dresser. I rush into the bathroom and put the contacts in, blinking a million times to get them to settle. I walk back into the room and he’s wielding a weapon of some sort.
“No.” My answer is sharp and he shoots me a lifted brow in response.
“Yes.”
“No.” I stomp my foot in a childish tantrum.
He’s lunging at me and wrestling me to the floor, straddling my hips and moving my hair away from my face. The headband he has in his hands gets placed gently on top of my head, and I’m not even aware of the fact because he’s on top of me and his junk is on my stomach and his body heat is bleeding through the perfect denim jeans he’s wearing like a model today.
“There,” he is sighing while he pulls me to my feet . “This will do for today.”
They negotiate on everything, including rides to school, lack of hand-holding and kissing, and lunches. At first, all of his friends think she’s a freak. What’s her first step in “winning” them over? Nutella, the gift of the gods.
I give a smile and push the jar towards her. “It’s Nutella. Made from hazelnuts and cocoa…”Alice’s eyes widen and she grabs the jar. “It’s like chocolate peanut butter?”
“Kinda,” I laugh softly. “I don’t eat meat so I have to get my protein other ways.” My voice fades out as I realize how lame this sounds when said out loud. I offer her a slice of apple and she plunges the fruit into my Nutella, shoving the bite into her mouth and pretty much having an O at the table.
“Holy mother of god in heaven,” she gasps. “Where have you been all of my life? I’ve been waiting for you,” she coos at the jar and I laugh at her antics. She smiles in my direction and it doesn’t really feel contrived.
Emmett is chomping at the bit and suddenly, my food is gone. The four of them take my apples and Nutella and are going at it like a pack of wildebeests.
One thing that I especially love about Decoy is the realistic high school experience she gives us. There are things that happen in this fic that we know every teenager deals with, like drinking and partying and dealing with peer pressure and just dying to fit in. But there are also things that we maybe weren’t aware of, like teenage suicide and blackmailing and feeling like you are selling your soul to be someone you don’t even want to be in anyway. It’s deep, ya’ll, and I find myself biting my nails on the edge of my seat to see what is going to happen next. Oh and did I mention that it’s fucking hot?
I wait for Bella to walk out of her class, tapping my foot impatiently as she asks the teacher questions about her assignment. She’s finally done and makes her way to the door, and as soon as she steps into the hallway, I have her hand in mine and I’m pulling her towards her locker.“Slow down,” she says breathlessly. We reach our destination and I turn her quickly, pressing her against her door. “What’s wrong?” She asks, and she looks so innocent and breakable…
My hand lifts to her cheek and I can see her eyes grow wide with a combination of fear and want before I press my lips to hers firmly. I know for a fact that Newton and his assholes are only a few lockers over and they can see this entire thing unfolding, and I want them to see me pissing on my territory.
Mine.
Not yours.
Ever.
I’m irrational, gripping the sides of her face with my hands, my fingers almost in between her lips with the way they’re positioned from me attaching myself so forcefully to her. She’s so responsive, her tongue languid against mine, and her lips parting to allow me entrance over and over. It’s powerful and demanding, desperate and breathtaking all at once, and again I am having a hard time not consuming her in a public place.
Without a doubt one of my favorite fics ever, this story is touching and emotionally gripping and hot and just so much all rolled into a perfect fic set in high school. Give Decoy a try–I think you’ll love it. Then find me on twitter so we can talk about it!
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5647059/1/Eight_Days_A_Week
Official Description: Bella Swan needs a Nanny. Edward Cullen needs a job. Accepting the Manny position will change his life forever…and may just help him grow up in the process. Snark, humor, lemons and Edward in a towel. Seduction has never been so juvenile. AH/AU
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manyafandom says: Eight Days a Week; I looo-oo-oove you (lame Beatles joke, I know). But I really do love this story. It’s fluffy, sweet and steamy and has just a touch of the angst. The angst and back story of the characters is handled well and enhances the story. I’m not gonna say any more than that, because it would give it away.
Edward, the slacker, is the new “Manny” for Bella’s kids; Bree and Brady. The story follows his adventures and misadventures with the kids; his commentary on today’s children shows is priceless. And his pursuit to nail his boss, Bella. Well at first he wants to nail his boss, but as the story progresses, things change, feelings change. It’s quite lovely actually. These four are exactly what the others need. The need each other at a base level that they aren’t even aware of, as family. Edward grows up, while keeping his mischievousness, and realizes what’s been missing in his life, Bella and her kids and the sense of belonging they give.
That sweetness aside, Edward and Bella are insanely attracted to each other. Edward’s little Edward, lovingly nicknamed “Don” definitely wants some of Bella. But it’s not that simple, as these things never are. Le sigh.
Most of all, this story is funny. I gigglesnort often at Edward’s antics and the situations he gets himself into. The levity balances out the moments of heaviness that are inherent given the situation that they all find themselves in.
Eight Days a Week is beautifully written and the story engaging while not being overly dramatic. It’s a lovely, funny ride, plain and simple.
Kassiah says: Like manyafandom said, Eight Days a Week is a fun, happy story. In a ffic world that seems to be teeming with angst and heartfail, I find it refreshing to get this update in my box whenever it comes. It’s funny, but not in a crackficy way. It’s sweet and romantic, but still so real.
Never in my life had I had been so ready to walk out and been unable to. One thing was for sure: those kids needed me.
I stood back from the bag and placed my gloved hands on my thighs, bent over at the waist, taking in gulps of air and shaking with anger. I didn’t even hear anyone; I just felt eyes watching me. I spun around, my whole body on alert, and I watched as Bella descended the stairs completely, standing small and frail next to the wall.
I must have looked half crazed because she seemed legitimately afraid of me.
“What?” I snapped, unable to keep the venom out of my tone.
She bit her lip and looked down. I moved to turn off the radio and she looked back up petulantly. She swallowed hard and raised her hands in surrender. “I…I,” her cheeks were bright red as her eyes roamed across my form, resting on my chest and sliding down my abs. Any other time that would have made my cock twitch, but I was having a serious problem with getting my anger in check.
“You, what?” I crossed to her, slowly taking off my gloves and throwing them on the couch as I passed by it.
Bella pressed her back into the wall as I approached, like I was a lion stalking its prey. She lifted her chin as I stopped just shy of her, less than a foot between us. “I left work early to make dinner so that I could meet you at Brady’s practice.”
I rested one arm against the wall next to her head and ground my teeth together, my jaw flexing. “The ball practice that made him have a nuclear meltdown?”
“He did?” She whispered, staring at my mouth as I spoke.
“He hates it.”
“I didn’t know. They’re more open with you than they are with me. I think they trust you…”
I leaned closer and she lifted her eyes to mine. “Maybe you should ask. They are more than happy to tell you anything you’d like to know. Except what the hell has happened to them. No one will tell me that.” Something flashed behind her eyes and her face leaned towards me just the slightest bit.
“You owe me an explanation, Bella.”
“I know,” she breathed. “Just not while they’re here, okay?” Her tongue flicked out and ran across
her bottom lip, moistening the skin and making it gleam in the light. “You’re really protective of them already, huh?”That took me by surprise. I didn’t love anyone, really. But these kids were the closest things I had to making me feel…something. And I was protective of them for some odd reason.
I was their guardian now.
“They need someone like you,” she said softly and I swallowed thickly at the realization.
“Yeah?’ I asked, my voice barely registering as she nodded yes. I met her eyes with mine again.
“And you?”
She let out a small whimper and moved minutely, her lips so close to mine that I could almost taste her.
Yeah, I stopped it right there. I really love this story, and not just because it’s hot and makes me smile. It gives me a newfound appreciation for stay-at-home moms. And for homemade birthday cake. That’s all I’m saying *wink*
Title: First Comes Love Author: Katie Kacvinsky Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Pages: 224 Summary: Like his name, Gray is dark and stormy. Dylan, a girl always searching for what’s next, seemingly unable to settle down, is the exact opposite: full of light and life. On the outside, they seem like an unlikely couple. But looks [...]
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