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This little one-shot was stemmed from a picture-prompt writing session that my twin and I challenged ourselves to. This is the picture that the O/S follows and trust me when I say, you’ll want to be looking at it whilst you read. Trust me.
And yep, Carlisle and Bella again. I can’t help myself people, I just can’t! Enjoy! 
Official Description: Bella relies on pen and paper to inspire her in a monotonous world, but the written word is nothing without the right melody. She finds that melody in a man who breathes life into an endless sea of grey. He’s everything-everything she can’t have. CxB AH
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Since I got Kassiah’s email asking me to review this story, I’ve sat here, smiling and frowning by turns. I’m good with words. I write. It’s what I do. But… There Once was a King… when I think about it, there aren’t many words. There are smiles, and happy head tilts, and sighs. Because this is one of those perfect stories, where all you want to do is keep it to yourself and squirrel away chapters and occasionally creep on the author on twitter. You don’t want to sit there and analyze the characters and wonder what’s next because you don’t want to spoil it by glancing away from the words.
Brits does something rare with her Bella and Carlisle pairings. She makes me not want to throw my computer. You non-canon shippers know what I’m talking about. When not everyone is writing it, and you are, you feel almost possessive of the pairing. You want to go around telling people not to fuck it up. You read stories that you normally wouldn’t touch because they’re your pairing. And half way through, you’re eye rolling and cranky and leaving unkind reviews because UCH CARLISLE WOULD NEVER SAY THAT WHAT THE FUCK.
Don’t even look at me like you haven’t done that.
But I’ve read everything Brits has written, and it’s all pretty much fucking golden. But There Once was a King is perfect. It’s got the good stuff: Style. Plot. And the UST. Holy goodness gracious you guys.
Style: The way this story is written… it flows, it’s smooth. There’s no unnecessary big words, but she doesn’t cut you off. There’s a calmness to her writing. It’s lyrical without being overdone, smart without being pretentious. It’s gracious. There’s no hurry to get to the next paragraph, the next page, the next chapter. Sit awhile, let her words work.
Bella is a song writer. She’s not a poet, or an author. She’s a dreamer, and her skin is ink stained with lyrics and pretty words and she uses them in everything. She is her words. Usually I would never go for a teenage Bella talking like that… or anyone talking like that. But for this, it works. Because she plays with words all day, changing, manipulating them, making them work until they’re set to music.
Sometimes I think I could sing this entire story.
There’s quiet confessions and whispers and you find yourself saying the words out loud. There’s no one line that sticks out because they’re all beautiful. There’s no killer ending line or beautiful love confession or touching moment that will make you pretend you have allergies because you refuse to cry over a story.
It’s all like that. It’s all heady and sultry and a little salty. It’s lovely, the way her characters talk to you.
“He smiled warmly, pink tongue darting out to wet his unevenly curved bottom lip. “You must be Bella.”
“You must be salvation.” I smiled widely, not having an ounce of control over the words that escaped me, and not caring one bit.”
Plot: Bella follows her parents back to Forks for the immanent death of her grandmother. While she’s waiting outside of the hospital room, her father’s best friend, Dr. Carlisle Cullen appears. Instant connection. It’s not just attraction, it’s as if they’ve been waiting for each other.
Smooth sailing right?
He’s married with two young daughters, Alice and Rosalie.
She’s in high school.
He’s her father’s best friend.
She’s his children’s babysitter.
But none of it is contrived, there’s no unneeded drama, or misunderstanding angst. They know, right away, that they need to be together.
They just have to find a way.
I’d touch him. My eyes would feast upon him. And I didn’t care if it was forbidden.
“Don’t let me go,” I begged him.
We stood in silence as long as time would allow us the shield of innocence, tangled around each other like lovers do.
“Soon,” he vowed once more.
Their words to each other, teasing and sexy and for each other only are beautiful. He’s not a DILF, there’s no lemons and smut. She’s not playing doctor. But you can feel them. His reverence for her. Her desire for him.
You want to read this story on Sunday morning, when the kids are out and the house is clean and there’s nothing left to do but breathe it in.
I know, I know: Kass, reading a Carlislella fic? *gasp* It’s true. Not only is it CarlislexBella, but it’s a forbidden romance fic. What do I have to say for myself?
brits23 is an amazing writer. I haven’t read anything of hers that didn’t completely blow me away, and There Once was a King is no exception. Right from the very beginning, we’re swept up:
“I can’t do this anymore, Bella.”
“Can’t do what?” My voice was nothing more than frost along the grass as I fixed my eyes into his crystal blue.
His thumb slid over my lip once more, moving it forward and dipping in to feel the wetness of my mouth. His eyelids began to sag as he ran his finger back and forth along the wet skin behind my lip. “Be without you. It’s done…tonight. I’m telling her tonight.”
I swallowed thickly, knowing that my heart’s desire was moments from leaving his lips. Did I deserve what I yearned for so desperately? Or would I torture us…torture us to the point of miserable dispositions and empty, meaningless lives?
What would I choose?
He watched me so closely, absorbed every flutter of my breath and swirl of emotion in my eyes. He was looking for the answers, and all I’d ever wanted to do was give them to him. His fingers ghosted along my cheek, stroked across my eyelids, my forehead, my hair. He was memorizing me like he’d never have another chance. Another soft moan. Another parting of lips.
Go ahead, destroy me.
“Bella, it’s not wrong. It’s fucking fate.”
My eyes widened as the curse fell from his lips. He so rarely used vulgar language. His voice wavered in intensity, eyes narrowed in the hope that I’d believe these words he spoke. And I did. I believed them with all that I had inside of me. His lips fell open. He’d speak again. “Face this with me…together. Be mine, Bella. I no longer care who knows it.”
And there it was.
Everything I’d ever wanted and knew I could never have. What would I say now? How would I live in the aftermath of what I’ve destroyed?
GiveUsaKiss413 did this story more justice than I ever could. I just want to say if you are looking for a story that’s amazing and maybe a little out of the norm for what you normally read, this is the fic for you. The writing is superb and the story is more than compelling. And Carlisle might just be growing on me.
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1849726/Brits23
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5685389/1/Dirty_Little_Secrets
Official Description: Bella’s new life in Miami is fueled by one anthem: No Regrets. A steamy late night rendezvous with a cocky playboy is just what she needed, but an encounter with a blond doctor leaves her aching for more. BxE, BxC, AH. Rated M for hot Miami nights.
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RoseArcadia says: Let’s kick off this review with a little derrière lovin’! Brits23 & Lazykate are some amazing Chicas who know how to write a damn good story. When they joined talents to write DLS, I knew I was in for one hell of a treat.
It begins with Bella deciding to move to Florida after her pencil dick boyfriend, Jacob, dumps her and kicks her out of their home. She then gets an offer from her best friend Alice to move down south to live with her and start over. On the drive down, Bella decides to live life with one thought in mind…No Regrets.
After arriving in Florida, she meets Edward, a cocky playboy and a vision of yummy walking sex. It only takes one fun and steamy one-night stand for Edward to show Bella what she has been missing out on.
“Bella?” I questioned softly.
“Hmm?” she smiled back at me as she slid her underwear over her hips.
“Where are you going?”
She smirked at me and patted my head like a dog. “I told you I was going home after you worked me out, playboy.”
I bit back my chuckle. “Bella…”
She rolled her eyes but smiled as she looked up at me. “What, are you going to get clingy on me now?”
I kissed her neck and lifted her from the floor, her eyes going wide as I laid her back down in the bed. “First of all, there’s nothing clingy about me. Second of all, I don’t expect you to sleep here if you don’t want to…but Bella? When did I ever say I was done working you out, as you so delicately put it?”
Fast forward a few weeks, Bella meets the fucking delicious Doctor Carlisle. He’s smart, charming, sexy and he wines and dines her the way she deserves. Add one hot lemon to the mix and this man is just too good to be true.
“Where are you going so early?”
“I don’t know,” I replied softly.
“Hmm.” He shifted, turning onto his side to face me. “It looks like you were trying to sneak out on me.”
“Uhh…”
He rubbed a hand over his face and then raked it back through his hair. “You can do whatever you’re most comfortable with, Bella, but I truly hope you’ll get back into bed with me. I’m not quite ready to let you go yet.”
One thing these men have in common is there need to keep Bella in their beds. The other thing they have in common…they share the same gene pool! That’s right readers, now you see how this can get complicated?
Dirty Little Secrets is unlike some stories where you wait to find out what is going on, for the big reveal to come. In this, you know exactly what’s going on and you’re just waiting for the big bomb to drop! Don’t waste another minute, click on the damn story and read!
tampagirl81 says: No words can say how much I fucking love this story. Team Carlisle or Team Edward? The automatic reaction is “WTF, a Team Carlisle?” Oh yes, baby, Team Carlisle. He’s sexy, a few years older, romantic, and did I mention a hot make-out session in the rain? Why you should be Team Carlisle:
“Can I tell you something, Carlisle?” her whisper somehow reached me through the pounding rain and in that moment, nothing existed but her.
I nodded and felt my lip quiver as her fingers tightened in my hair. “I’ve never been treated with so much care, so much respect, in literally my entire life. I can’t believe this day turned out the way it did and yet, it was completely natural…as if there was never any doubt that we were going to go parasailing and laugh until we cried in the rain.” She was quietly looking past me before our eyes reconnected. “Maybe I’m just crazy.”
I took her hand in mine and brought her wet knuckles to my lips, resting them against her skin and reveling in her touch. “You aren’t crazy,” I murmured.
What I love about this story are the multiple POV’s and seeing the characters change. This story introduces Edward as a male slut. Normally I detest the manwhore Edward because let’s face it, it’s been done before and how much fucking around does he have to do before he changes? This Edward starts that way but we learn to see a softer side of him. He cares about his friends and his family, he’s a vet and has a dog who has more personality then some characters I’ve read in other stories. What I love about this Edward is how he stays true to his slut ways to try and forget about Bella, yet he can’t stop thinking about her. We start to see him make the real effort and change for the better. It’s a good reason to be Team Edward.
I was happy with my life. I scratched my sexual itch when I needed to, surrounded myself with amazing family and friends, fulfilled myself professionally by doing good for the community…and yet ever since I woke up to a cold, empty bed that fateful morning weeks ago…I’d felt so empty.
What had this girl done to me?
I could try to lie to myself and my dog, the only two people who truly knew what my problem was, but I wasn’t fooling either one of us. I was looking for any excuse to see her again and discover why the hell one night of passion had me second guessing everything I’d ever known.
Need more reason to read this story and anxiously wait for updates? The angst that is around the corner of Bella having to choose between Carlisle and Edward. Well the angst the lemons, because let’s face it, anyone who has read Show and Don’t Tell knows Brits23 can write a fucking lemon. This fic has everything you could want. There’s angst, sex (lots of sex), humor, and Bella isn’t a canon Bella. She’s a person who is learning to stand on her own and learn to live life with no regrets. This is a Bella I would want to be friends with instead of wanting to bitch-slap her and tell her to snap out of her self-wallowing. I wouldn’t be a very good friend though, I’d tell her to be Team Edward so I could keep Carlisle all to myself.
Kassiah says: I’ve made no secrets about the way I feel about brits23; I love that girl’s stories. Show and Don’t Tell is in my top ten favorites and Laid Bare pwns. When I saw that she had a new endeavor called Dirty Little Secrets, I was ecstatic. Then I read the summary. And I cried. Carlisle/Bella? Could this wussperv handle it?
Turns out, I can. Grudgingly.
brits23 does the guys’ POVs and LazyKate does Bella’s. I haven’t had any experience with LazyKate‘s writing before, but let me just say, it’s superb. brits23 brings some of her best to the table. This duo is a match made in pervyh00r-heaven. I find myself constantly agonizing over this plot, not because it isn’t totally awesome, but because I’m so scared that I am leaning toward rooting for Carlisle. Carlisle? Yeah, I want her with Edward of course, but they are both outright fuckhot.
Her chemistry with Edward is off the cha
in when she meets him in a club and Snarkella comes out.
She didn’t miss a beat, looking at me like I had a third eyeball as she straightened up in the booth. “Okay, you get one chance to redeem yourself from that line.”I shook my head, smiling sheepishly at my dumbass remark. “That was pretty bad. Can I try another one?”
I already botched my game, so I knew it was time to try a new approach at the goddess seated next to me. I was in uncharted territory…and it was fucking exhilarating.
She laid her head against the back of the booth, exposing the smooth skin of her throat that I desperately wanted to taste. “Go for it, playboy,” she crooned from beneath her lashes.
I shifted in my seat. I’ll give you a playboy…
I licked my lips and leaned towards her, the soft floral scent of her skin assaulting my senses. “How about…my name is Edward, what’s yours?”
Her eyes traveled down to my mouth before connecting with mine once more. “Nice to meet you, Edward. I’m Bella.”
I suppressed a groan at how gracefully her name slid off of her tongue.
Bella.
“Bella as in beautiful?”
How very fitting…
“Bella as in Isabella. Nice try, though.” She smirked at me as she crossed her arms over her perfect chest, and I suddenly wondered if fair Bella had a master’s degree in the art of ball busting.
I chuckled, shaking my head. “My lines are falling flat tonight, aren’t they?”
“Maybe you should stop trying so hard.”
My eyebrows raised in surprise. “Are you telling me you’re easy, Bella?”
NGL, when they hook up after the club, it’s pretty fucking hot. It’s emotional too.
My stomach twisted in sympathy for this poor girl. What kind of losers had she been with if they couldn’t even give her a round two? Hmm…it was quite clear to me that I would have to do everything in my power to make Bella Swan see God–repeatedly and often–throughout our one ambitious night together. I didn’t make a habit of repeat performances, but something inside me was screaming for more of this girl…and I had a hunch that she needed more from me too.
Days later, she meets Carlisle, a handsome ER doctor who takes care of her when she has an allergic reaction. She’s high on benadryl and quite flirty:
“You’re cute!” I told the hottie in the white coat.“Bella!” Alice looked mortified. “I’m so sorry, she has a really weird reaction to Benadryl, and I think she took quite a bit.”
“It’s no problem.” Dr. Sex-on-Legs said, smiling. “I’m Dr. Cullen. How are you feeling, Bella?”
I eyeballed him appreciatively, from his blond hair, down his long legs, to the tips of his toes. “I’m great now.”
“No more problems breathing?”
“Wellll…I dunno, I think I might need mouth-to-mouth.”
Alice gave me a withering look as Dr. Fuck-Me-Please choked back a laugh and turned to her. “How do you think she was exposed to the peanuts?”
“I like nuts!” I said proudly, but they both ignored me this time.
They go on a few dates, stuff happens. I don’t want to talk about it. I’m amazed that brits23 and LazyKate have made me feel torn about the situation. I am always TeamEdward, but in this case, I’m sad for Carlisle. That is, if she chooses Edward, and seriously, will I be able to handle it if she doesn’t? No, no I won’t. If you’re a Carlisle lover, you really need to run to this fic rtfn.
The descriptions of all three characters thoughts, actions, and motivations are so vivid, it feels like I know them. The dialogue is authentic, and this story has one of the most adorkable Jaspers I’ve ever come across. For all that and so many other reasons, I highly recommend Dirty Little Secrets. I think you’ll love it.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5541886/1/Laid_Bare
http://twilighted.net/viewstory.php?sid=9218
Official Description: Desperate to taste-unable to deny. A defective vampire-a deceptive human girl. Monster and man discovers primal urges he never knew existed. Can it ever be enough? To drink her is completion, to touch her is salvation.AU, ExB OOC,Canon pairs, very M rated
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stephk0525 says: Admittedly, I haven’t read a lot of AU in the fanfic world. I discovered the fandom less than a year ago and have pretty much spent my time in the AH realm of things. In fact, what brought me to Laid Bare was my love for the awesomeness of Brits23 and her wonderful stories “Show and Don’t Tell”/”SaDT Uncle EPOV”. She is an incredible storyteller and creates well-rounded characters. She also writes some damn juicy lemons and has a fantastic sense of humor.
One of the most intriguing things Brit does with “Laid Bare” is take some of the canon qualities of the Twilight world and shake ‘em the hell up. The first glimpse of Bella shows us all what we’re used to out of the canon version: dutiful daughter and model student with dinner waiting on the table for Charlie. The scant dinner conversation and Bella heading upstairs on a Friday night to do homework will lull you into a false sense of security, but don’t get too comfortable in what you think you know. Brit drops the anvil on your head with the following right away in Chapter 1:
“I fought back an eye roll and skipped up the stairs.
Once my door was cracked, I smiled as the familiar weekend scents reached me.
I stepped in and closed the door lightly, turning the lock with a soft click. I pulled my long hair out of my bun and ran my fingers through it, letting it fall to my lower back. A devious grin spread across my face as I spun around quickly. I slid off my long skirt and cardigan sweater, leaving me in nothing but my jean mini skirt and a white tank top.
“Alright, you mother fuckers,” I smirked, turning up the radio. “Deal my ass in and give me that fucking bottle.”
That’s right folks, poker night with the Quileute boys complete with booze and wacky tabacky up in her room while Chief Daddy Dearest sits downstairs completely oblivious. What is abundantly clear is that we have a very feisty, very opinionated and very different Bella than what we are used to. Despite her involvement with the Indian boys *coughcoughEmbrycough*, she’s already encountered Edward in class and knows he’s exactly what she wants. Bella hasn’t figured out how to snag him quite yet, but she’s determined Edward belongs with her.
Now, dearies, let’s talk about Edward, shall we? Okay, he’s a vampire. Check. He’s emo and self-loathing. Check. He’s fuckhawt gorgeous and after Biology class, has decided that Bella has reawakened him. Check and check. Again with a masterful twist, in Brit’s version of our favorite vamp, his venom is sterile and he lacks bloodlust. Say what? You heard me; his venom isn’t poisonous and human blood doesn’t do anything for him. Well, until he gets a whiff of Bella, and harkening back to canon Edward, he realizes he can’t stay away from her.
And let me just say that when these two get together, and yes, do they ever get together, I suggest you have a change of drawers, a towel or perhaps a wet/dry vac as these lemons are dripping with juice. *snorts* (I just said dripping…cue Beavis laugh here.) The chemistry between these two crazy kids is as raw and primal as I’ve ever read. Don’t be surprised to find your pulse racing and your breath getting heavier. These are entirely appropriate reactions to the smexin, trust me. Here’s a little taste from Chapter 8:
She smiled sweetly, running her fingers along my jaw. “This is heaven.”
I crashed my lips to hers, entwining our tongues and tasting the girl who knew exactly how I fucking felt. Who proved it to me further and further each day. I was rock hard inside of her once more, starting a steady rhythm as I grabbed her thighs and spread her wide for me. “I want to take you so deep, beloved. I want you to cum so hard,” I murmured against her wet lips. “It’s so difficult to control it, Bella. I want to take my time…fucking savor you like you deserve. But I can’t…stop this primal need to just take you. I’m so fucking sorry…”
She grabbed my face tightly in her hands and stared at me intensely. “Our first time together…you told me you were a man who wanted to worship me and a monster that wanted to spill my blood. I want you, Edward. The monster, the man, I want them both. Fuck, I want all of you,” she cried, crashing her forehead against mine as I deepened my strokes.
She whimpered into my open mouth as I slid my hand between us, pressing against her swollen clit and squeezing it between my fingers. She cried out against me, her nails dragging along my back as she pressed her hips fervently into mine. “I wish you could mark me, Bella. I wish your nails could dig into my back and your teeth could break my skin. I want you to hurt me, too.” My breaths were becoming labored again and I knew she was close, the air leaving her in gasping shudders as her muscles clenched tightly around my cock.
“That’s it, baby. Cum on me. That’s my girl,” I whispered huskily in her ear, my mouth dripping with venom and my fingers working her clit furiously as she exploded around me, squeezing my dick tight enough to send me over the edge with her.
Our bodies clenched together as I pumped her furiously with each spurt I gave her. She was full to the brim with our fluids and my throbbing cock. She was so wet I could barely stay inside of her properly, the sound of us giving and taking prominent in the room.
Feel free to join me in a collective “guh”, you know you want to.
Of course, the vast array of different fics result in the various “insertwhateverisficappropriatehere”-wards. We all know ‘em and love ‘em. But the Edward of “Laid Bare” has been christened with the moniker of “Bitey”, because, quite frankly, Bella is his favorite teething ring. And trust me, Bella has no complaints. In fact, she can’t get enough. Edward’s need to bite and drink from Bella is every bit as strong as her need for him to do so. So, while Bella is not in danger of Edward changing her (which is bound to become an issue later on I suspect), her safety is at risk of him being unable to stop drinking her blood. Yet another delicious twist on canon from Brits23’s brilliant mind.
Like I said, these two together are as explosive and carnal as anything I’ve read. In the reviews I’ve left Brits23, I’ve listed the many places where Bitey pwns me: in a chair, against a tree, against a wall…you get the idea. But truthfully, Bitey just fucking pwns me, hardcore.
So, for the love of all that is oral *snickers* (I just said oral…I’m usually much more mature than this, really) get your incisors and bicuspids over there right now and read this delectable morsel. You’ll be insatiable, always wanting more, the only thing sating your hunger is an update alert in your box. I personally can’t wait to see what other surprises and twists on canon the lovely and uber talented Brits23 has in store for all of us. I’m sure it’ll be positively scrumptious.
Kassiah says: S
o, I don’t know even know what to say. Everyone who knows me knows that I love Brits23′s SaDT Uncle E. I love him. He’s smart and cute and sexy. This Edward, though, my god. Hot doesn’t come close to describing him. Like stephk0525 said, Bitey is fuckhot. And Bella can’t get enough. Here’s a little snippet:
My trembling hand lifted from my side and covered his hand on my stomach, our fingers interlacing as he groaned softly behind me. “What do you see?” he murmured gently. My fingers tightened around his as I struggled to breathe, struggled to stay upright at the sheer intensity of this moment. Before I could answer, he walked us forward urgently, our joined hands slamming against the mirror as his arm wrapped around my waist. “Tell me,” he pleaded, his lips against my ear as our eyes enveloped each other in the mirror. “Tell me what you see.”
I swallowed thickly as the erratic breaths poured from my lips. The longer I stared at his ravenous expression, the more difficult it was for me to contain myself. I was losing control. “I see fucking everything. I see sex, and blood, and pain and life…I see the fucking meaning. Fuck, Edward, I can’t explain–” I drifted off in the middle of my desperate rambling, unable to describe something that surpassed all words and definition.
He shushed me softly, his chest heaving as his eyes continued to smolder into mine. Slowly his hand began to drift lower as he spoke. “Do you want to know what I see?” he hissed in a haunting tone. I whimpered in response as his hand drifted to the waistband of my underwear, and he continued. “I see a monster who wants to tear your flesh, crossed with a man who wants to worship the ground you walk and the air you breathe.” His cool fingers slid underneath lace and spread my wet pussy, diving in to feel the affect he had on me.
“Please, please, please, please,” I mumbled incoherently, my eyes fluttering closed as I lay my head against his neck. His fingers curled inside of me and I cried out sharply as he continued. “I see the meaning as well, beloved. In those fucking endless brown eyes of yours.” He leaned us closer to the mirror as his tongue dragged along my jaw line.
Yeah, there’s more to it than that. More to the scene and way more to the story than just the animalistic way they both need each other. Edward and Bella complete each other in a way that nothing and no one else ever has. Laid Bare is an awesome story–check it out!
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4951259/1/Show_and_Dont_Tell
http://twilighted.net/viewstory.php?sid=3995
Word Count: 140,896
Official Description: Bella meets Edward when he picks up his nephew from her Pre-K Class, and sparks fly. Are there some complications that even the strongest of hearts can’t overcome? Can they resist the one thing they can’t have–each other?
Don’t miss Show and Don’t Tell: Uncle E POV!
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secamimom says: So, I was lurking on twitter the other day and I saw @Kassiah tweet about a little story she was reading. It was called Show and Don’t Tell. I immediately recognized the title because it had been on my TBR list for a while now. I had already started the author’s other story and loved it and I completely trust Kassiah’s opinion so I jumped right in. And I have never been so happy to do so.
From their first awkward meeting, Edward walking into the doorjamb and all, to the ass grabbing ’cause that’s what friends do, this story pwned me and pwned me hard. I am not one to usually pay attention to songs the author asks you to listen to for a chapter. I have only done a couple of other times. I was so glad that I chose to do so this time. Chapter 11…..that’s all you need to know. Listen to the song for chapter 11. I did that and it has been playing pretty much non stop on my iPod since finishing that chapter. Just read this little snippet…..
“Kiss me through the phone, I’ll see you later on….”
I started laughing obnoxiously and he turned around fast.
“Soulja Boy? Really?” I asked, amused. He danced towards me.
“Baby I know that you like me, you my future wifey, Soulja Boy I tell em yea you can be my Bonnie, I can be your Clyde, you can be my wife….”
I couldn’t stop laughing at him; he was just ridiculous and cute all rolled into one.
“And every time I see ya my feelings get deeper, I miss ya, I miss ya, I really wanna kiss you but I can’t……”
He rolled his eyes at himself as he popped one of his ear buds out. “You love me even though I’m a dork huh?”
“No, I love you because you’re a dork. And how do you know I love you?” I asked playfully.
“Oh I know,” he said, bobbing his head.
I went and sat on the bed and started brushing through my tangled hair. I looked up at Edward a few moments later and he was walking towards me slowly, with his sexy ass smirk he likes to throw at me.
“She call my phone like da da dadadadada da…..”
I laid back on the bed as he crawled towards me on all fours.
“We on the phone like da da dadadadada da…”
He hovered over me as he ran his nose up and down my jaw line, over my collarbone. I started panting like I had just run a marathon.
Could you imagine Edward crawling towards you singing this song? And yeah….guess what? It’s even better from EPOV. That’s right. There is an EPOV of this story too. So do yourself a favor. Go read this awesome story. You won’t be sorry. I can’t believe I put it off as long as I did.
Kassiah says: I don’t know what made me click on this story; I’ve had it on alert forever. I seriously could kick my own ass for waiting so long to read it though. It’s now one of my favorite stories, and the quote that secamimom provided for you above is one of my favorite scenes in all of fanfiction.
Show and Don’t Tell is not a typical cliche story. Edward and Bella aren’t technically together throughout much of the story, but they are still “together”. I love the dialogue and the intense relationship that they have. The story is funny and romantic, with a touch of crazy and a dash of adorable. I broke my ten chapter rule for this one, and it was soooo worth it.
Words cannnot express how strongly I feel about this fic. Just read it 
Title: While He Was Away Author: Karen Schreck Publisher: Sourcebooks Fire Pages: 249 pages “This is just something I have to do, okay?” I hear David say. “The right thing.” He cradles my face in his hands. He kisses me hard. Then he lets go of me. His eyes dart from me to whatever’s next. [...]
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