But that couldn’t be right, because I would know, right? Of course I would know, I wasn’t that far gone.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Glass House Ch20 Song Teaser
But that couldn’t be right, because I would know, right? Of course I would know, I wasn’t that far gone.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Glass House Ch 18 Teaser
I pressed the blade into the clump of powder, watching as it fell apart, unable to hold it’s shape as I sliced through it again and again. It felt oddly familiar. I dipped my finger into the residue and rubbed it over my gums, the feeling of numbness immediate.
I wondered how many more times the coke would slice into me, like the blade sliced into it, before I crumbled to dust as well.
At some point, something had to give, right?
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Glass House Ch15
With a deep inhale and trembling fingers I pressed send and waited, my breath trapped in my lungs as the phone rang over and over.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Glass House Teaser Ch13
Let's meet......Royce.
“Bella? I’m so pleased to meet you; my cousin hasn’t stopped talking about your first interview.”
I lifted my gaze from the floor, startled by the easy smooth voice of the man whose tone instantly relaxed my tense posture. When my eyes met his, they widened on their own accord, my body having no control over the pace of my rapidly beating heart. This man was beautiful.
Blond hair, soft blue eyes, and warmth permeated from his body, wrapping around and comforting me.
I was pretty sure I hated him for it.
“Hi, yes. I’m Bella,” I responded politely, not bothering to ask his name and feeling shitty for not doing so.
“I’m Royce, Esme’s cousin. She’s running a little late, and by late I mean she’s probably fixing her makeup after her nooner with her boyfriend Carlisle.”
The shade his face turned after his obvious word vomit could only be described as scarlet. He raised one hand to cover his eyes as his other tightened into a tight ball at his side. As nervous as I was, and as little as I cared about knowing anything about him, I couldn’t help the slight chuckle that spilled from my lips.
“Oh God,” he groaned, not bothering to uncover his eyes. “The next time Esme asks me to meet the newest employee, I’m telling her to let me finish Carlisle off so she can do it herself.”
All thoughts of professionalism left me as I double over and laughed, the sound foreign but both a welcome friend and a bitter reminder of why it was so uncommon in the first place.
“Shit―I mean damn, no dang.” He let out a harsh breath and squeezed his eyes shut, his face still the crimson side of red. “I’m so awkward.”
“No, it’s fine.” I smiled, my hand lifting to his bicep and squeezing before I realized what I was doing. The fabric of his jacket was soft, his form firm, the heat from his body...all wrong.
“Bella? I’m so pleased to meet you; my cousin hasn’t stopped talking about your first interview.”
I lifted my gaze from the floor, startled by the easy smooth voice of the man whose tone instantly relaxed my tense posture. When my eyes met his, they widened on their own accord, my body having no control over the pace of my rapidly beating heart. This man was beautiful.
Blond hair, soft blue eyes, and warmth permeated from his body, wrapping around and comforting me.
I was pretty sure I hated him for it.
“Hi, yes. I’m Bella,” I responded politely, not bothering to ask his name and feeling shitty for not doing so.
“I’m Royce, Esme’s cousin. She’s running a little late, and by late I mean she’s probably fixing her makeup after her nooner with her boyfriend Carlisle.”
The shade his face turned after his obvious word vomit could only be described as scarlet. He raised one hand to cover his eyes as his other tightened into a tight ball at his side. As nervous as I was, and as little as I cared about knowing anything about him, I couldn’t help the slight chuckle that spilled from my lips.
“Oh God,” he groaned, not bothering to uncover his eyes. “The next time Esme asks me to meet the newest employee, I’m telling her to let me finish Carlisle off so she can do it herself.”
All thoughts of professionalism left me as I double over and laughed, the sound foreign but both a welcome friend and a bitter reminder of why it was so uncommon in the first place.
“Shit―I mean damn, no dang.” He let out a harsh breath and squeezed his eyes shut, his face still the crimson side of red. “I’m so awkward.”
“No, it’s fine.” I smiled, my hand lifting to his bicep and squeezing before I realized what I was doing. The fabric of his jacket was soft, his form firm, the heat from his body...all wrong.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Monday, September 3, 2012
Glass House BPOV playlist
So same thing with the playlist as the other. There is stuff I listen to that isn't very popular so I wasn't able to find it anywhere to add it. Disclaimer: This playlist may cause excessive drinking and/or snot sobbing. jsjsjsjsjs
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Glass House EPOV Playlist
So this isn't all of the music I listened to, but some of the songs are not so mainstream so they weren't on Playlist.com. Anyway, enjoy! I'll get Bella's playlist up later on.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Glass House Ch11 Teaser
Y'all I am so in love with this chapter. This song, it's everything. And without further ado, here is the teaser...
I looked down at the shot placed in front of me, offering the waitress a small smile as she turned and left. I reached for the glass, my blurred vision and clumsy movement causing my fingers to smack against the side of the glass, sending it flying from the table and crashing to the floor.
“Oops.” I laughed.
“Bella, I think we should get you out of here,” Jamie suggested, looking around the bar nervously. “People may recognize you.”
I waved my hand dismissively.
“Doesn’t matter.” I shrugged. “I’m leaving anyway.”
He sighed in relief, his posture relaxing. “Do you want me to call you a cab?”
I shook my head at him, my tongue clicking against the roof of my mouth.
“I don’t mean the bar. I mean like, leaving on a jet plane,” I sang.
“What?”
“Town, Jamie. I’m leaving. I have to get away from here and the memories, the people, and the life that doesn’t belong to me any longer. I’m done.”
“Bella, no. You can’t do that. You’re not thinking clearly.”
“I won’t survive if I stay,” I whispered. “Leaving town...it’s the only chance I have.”
“The fuck it is.”
I jerked back, the sound of Edward’s dark, angry voice startling. He loomed over the table, his eyes wild as they darted over my face. It was the first time I’d been this close to him since the day he was released from the hospital, and the sight of him was crippling.
Glass House Ch 1o Teaser
“She’s gone!” I roared, my breathing labored. I felt caged, like I was being shoved into a pitch black hole and the last traces of light were fading, syphoning what little pieces of Bella still remained and taking away my reason for everything.
“And do you think this is going to bring her back?” he challenged. “Do you honestly believe in that drug-induced head of yours that being arrested and pictured completely trashed is going to make her come running back? You fucking know better than that.”
The air left my lungs in one big gust. I swayed before falling into the chair and cradled my face in my hands. “It’s the only way I can deal without her.” I swallowed back the burn of vomit hovering at the back of my throat.
“And do you think this is going to bring her back?” he challenged. “Do you honestly believe in that drug-induced head of yours that being arrested and pictured completely trashed is going to make her come running back? You fucking know better than that.”
The air left my lungs in one big gust. I swayed before falling into the chair and cradled my face in my hands. “It’s the only way I can deal without her.” I swallowed back the burn of vomit hovering at the back of my throat.
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