Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Watch Me Burn BPOV teaser

Not beta'd...you guys asked for this...crazy betches.

Silence swelled around me when she hesitated. My heart lodged in my throat and I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want to. I didn’t care if I ever did again if her answer was what I thought it would be. I’d always prided myself on being a strong person. I always thought I could face any obstacle, overcome anything life threw at me. I was a fool. Because this was breaking me. It had broken me.

“Bella...”

“Oh, God,” I choked, tears stinging my eyes, breaking free and sliding down my cheeks. “No. Please, no.”

“I can’t say for certain yet, but the dark masses are still visible.”

“Why? Why are they still there,” I cried. “After everything...they’re supposed to be gone. Why is this happening to me? What did I do?”

“Bella, this isn’t your fault. You can’t blame yourself.”

“Then who do I blame?” I screamed, my body wracked with sobs as my hands slammed on the table. “Do I blame God? He’s supposed to love me! Did I fail him? Did I not measure up to his expectations?”

“Bella―”

“No,” I spat. “Don’t say anything else. Your platitudes mean nothing to me. I have been through hell. You have cut out parts of me and you have burned my organs. You have infected me with poison and you have injected me with every drug known to mankind. I don’t care how sorry you are. You were supposed to fix me. I don’t give a fuck that you can’t guarantee anything.” I pressed my hands to my chest and looked at her through blurry eyes. “Why can’t you fix me? Please, God, why? Why can’t I be fixed? I just want to be normal. I want to be a woman. Having children is the most basic act of being a female. Why can’t I have that. Why?”

“If you want to talk to someone I can recommend―”

“No! I don’t want to talk to anyone! I don’t want to be broken. I want to be me. How can I tell him? How can I tell him that I can’t give him children?” I jumped from the table and clutched the paper gown around my waist. “Fuck this and fuck you. Fuck God, too. All of you can go to hell. Get out. Let me have some dignity. It’s the only thing I have left.”

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Glycerine Chapter 23 teaser

Hello lovelies!! Thank you so much for your patience while I've been traveling and writing oneshots for a couple of contests. I promise to have the next chapter out soon! In the meantime here is a snippit of the next chapter. It's not beta'd and all mistakes are mine.

“Every time I think we’re through, I turn around and there you are. What do you want from me? What is it you think I can give you? Because what you see it what you get, and if that wasn’t enough before, it’s not going to be enough now.”


Edward slid his hands over her bare thighs, his fingers wrapping around her skin and anchoring her to him. His eyes were the softest Bella had ever seen. "You said to me once that you hoped I'd be able to find someone I could let in. Someone I could trust." He shook his head and leaned forward, raising one hand to cup the back of her neck while the other cradled her jaw. "I don't need to look for someone. I've already found her. I just want you, Ivy. You're so much more than enough. You're everything."


“Edward.” Tears welled in Bella’s eyes and her lips trembled as she clutched his wrists. “Don’t say things you don’t mean. Please don’t break my heart. Not again.”


“I don’t want to break your heart, baby. I want to fix us. Will you let me try? Will you let me explain why I acted the way I did? It’s not an excuse, but I’m asking for your understanding. I’m asking for a chance. Just a chance. When I’m done, if you want me to go I’ll go. I’ll leave you alone.”

Edward’s jaw clenched and his grip tightened as his eyes drifted to the floor. His lips pressed into a thin line and he shook his head as the thought of walking away from her settled in his mind, in his chest. “You know what, fuck that. I won’t walk away. I’ll fight. I won’t let you give up on me. On us. I need you to understand. I need you to forgive me. Because being without you has been worst experience of my life. And I’m not going to feel that way ever again. Not without a fight.”