Glycerine Chapter 24 teaser

not beta'd, subject to edits yada yada yada...

“What are you thinking about so hard?” Bella asked, her arms wrapping around his waist from behind. She pressed her cheek against his back and breathed deeply, her body sinking into the comfort of relief as she solidified that last night was not a dream. Edward covered her arms with his hands and squeezed.

“I was just trying to figure out if I had enough time to snoop through your shit before you woke up. Looks like you ruined that plan.”

“You wouldn’t snoop through my shit,” Bella scoffed, her arms tightening around his waist.

Looking over his shoulder, he smirked. “The fuck I wouldn’t.”

“You’re such a dick.”

“This is not news.”

Bella tried to pull away, but Edward tightened his grip. Keeping her arms secured, he spun around and trapped her hands to his chest. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m going to burn all the shit I don’t want you to know about. Some things just aren’t meant for others to see.”

“Quit lying. You’re not going to burn anything. You’re going to move it and hope I buy your line of bullshit. Don’t play a playa.”

“You’re not gangster. Stop. And are you going to let that coffee sit there all day, or are you going to actually drink some?”

“I don’t know if I should. How old it is anyway?”

“I can’t fuck up coffee. Well, I don’t always. Just general cooking.”

“Speaking of, I’m starving. I know better than to ask if you have anything to eat. And since Victoria just left here, I can assume that James isn’t at home whipping something up.”

Bella’s face paled. “Vic was here?"

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.”

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.”

Glycerine Chapter 22 teaser

Not beta'd. I've been drunk while writing most of this chapter. Obviously, it needs Ooza. Don't judge me. This chapter is hard.

“Mr. Cullen,” the reporter asked. “What was your favorite or most memorable part of filming?”

Bella’s fingers tensed around her wine glass as she waited for him to answer. His face was relaxed and a smirk tugged at the side of his mouth. He laced his fingers around his knee and cleared his throat before speaking.

“Well, they’re actually the same. My favorite and most memorable part of filming was on location in Arizona.”

Bella’s throat bobbed as murmurs echoed around the room. “Why Arizona?”

Edward shrugged and gave the reporter a lazy grin. “There was a lot of privacy in Arizona. I was able to act like a normal person without being harassed or having cameras shoved in my face. I remember the first day we were given a day off. I went to these falls I’d found when I arrived. I spent the entire day there completely undisturbed.” His eyes flicked to the camera and for a moment Bella felt as though he was looking directly at her. It was as if he could see her face as clearly as she could see his. He turned his attention back to the reporter and with a serious expression he said, “It was one of the best days of my life. I loved every moment I was there.”

Voices rose in the back of the crowd until one finally overpowered the others. “How can you say that was the best part of filming?” someone jeered. “Esme wasn’t even there.”

With a bored expression, Edward looked blankly toward the back of the room. When he answered his voice was dull, flat. “Exactly.”

Glycerine Chapter 21 mini tease

HEY YO!!! Here's a little mini tease for you guys. As always, not beta'd, subject to editing, yada, yada, yada. ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIDNIGHT COUGAR!!!!!!


“What the fuck,” she whispered into the empty room. She was almost afraid to open the text, afraid to see what he could possibly have to say after two months of silence. But her fear quickly disappeared and was replaced with a flutter of anticipation. Over the last two weeks, not a single picture of Edward had been released. She thought she’d be grateful for the reprieve, but it turned out to be the opposite. The only thing that hurt more than constantly seeing Edward’s face splashed across every magazine cover in print, was not seeing it at all.

Full of trepidation, she opened his text. Her brows dipped in confusion as she read it once, and then once more. She opened and closed her mouth several times before an uncontrollable laugh burst from her chest. The sound of her laughter bounced off the walls as her eyes pinched at the corners and a wide smile spread across face. She felt light and carefree, lost in the memory of another time and place.The memory only played in her mind for a moment before she was grasping the front of her shirt and her laughter morphed from gasping breaths to choking sobs. Pressing her phone over her heart, her shoulders curved inward and her jaw clenched as she tried to relieve the tightness in her chest and stinging in her eyes.

Glycerine Chapter 19 Teaser

Hi you guys!!! Happy Mother's Day!

Not beta'd lalala y'all know the drill!

Convinced his mind and body were just telling him he needed sleep, he pushed himself off the couch and walked to the bedroom. Stripping down to his boxers, he didn’t bother to shower before falling face first on the bed. He wrapped his arms around the pillow and breathed deeply. He knew it wouldn’t smell like her, nothing did anymore. Her scent had faded from his sheets and clothes. His hands would no longer smell like her hair after he’d gripped it tightly as he pushed inside of her.

"Can I have you?"

“No,” he whispered into the empty room as the vivid image of her pinned under him burned behind his eyes.

"You can have me."

“Stop.” His plea was choked and he swore he felt the heat from her skin searing into his.

"Stay?"

“Fuck.” Salty liquid leaked from the corner of his eye as he buried his face into the pillow and clenched his jaw.

"Okay."

“You lied.” His words were thick and broken, barely intelligible as his body finally succumbed to the sleep he so desperately craved.

Glycerine Chapter 17 Teaser

Not Beta'd blah blah blah.

Edward pushed up from the couch, and walked to his front door as a courier pulled up his driveway. He didn’t remember ordering anything, but it was probably something Jason had sent for him to look over. Rolling his eyes at the gawking boy in front of him, he signed for the package and shut the door in his face.

He flipped over the large manila envelope, that was unmarked except for his name printed across the front. Unfastening the top he reached inside and pulled out a magazine. The color drained from his face as he read the headline across the cover. Dropping the magazine, he ripped open the envelope to see if anything else was inside. There was no note, no return address, nothing. He bolted for his front door and yanked it open, but the courier was already down the drive and pulling onto the street.

“Fuck,” he exhaled. Running a hand through his hair, he turned back inside and retrieved the magazine off the floor. After sucking in a heavy breath, he flipped through the pages until he found the article, his heart hammering in his chest as he read the headline a second time.

He’s In Love With A Stripper?

No, not T-Pain. It seems Hollywood’s playboy, Edward Cullen, is back to his old tricks. A source has revealed exclusively to OK! magazine the details of Hollywood’s latest scandal.  “Edward’s been cheating on girlfriend and co-star Esme Platt, with a stripper who goes by the name Ivy.”

Oh no he didn’t!!

“They’ve been seeing each other secretly for quite some time,” the source divulged.  “Esme’s beside herself.”

The relationship was discovered after a series of text messages between the secret duo were released. “The texts were of a very explicit and intimate nature. Jealousy is more than likely the motivating factor for the release of these private exchanges. Obviously, the mysterious Ivy is  less than pleased with the budding romance developing between Edward and Esme.”

So what what will become of the new It couple?

“Esme is a very understanding woman. She also cares deeply for Edward. They’ll get through this.”

So who is this mystery girl? And will she destroy Hollywood’s newest golden couple before they  can begin?

Stay tuned for the latest news!

Edward tightened his hands around the edges of the magazine, before ripping it in two and sending the the pages fluttering to the ground. His nostrils flared and his chest heaved as anger and betrayal swelled inside his chest. With clenched fists and a taut jaw, he snatched up his keys and stormed out the door. In a red haze, he climbed into his car and peeled out onto the road, his mind focused on one destination. One person.