Happy Friday! I’m either on a plane or already in LA right now getting ready for THE HOST promo! Melissa and I will be there for the press junket and the premiere! woo!
Here’s two amazing recs, enjoy!
Title: Finding My Thunder
Summary: Coming of age 1960’s. Bella keeps her mother’s secrets. But she has some of her own, a love from childhood for the golden boy Edward, the one who no longer sees her. Soon they are tied by more than childhood history. It’s a long dark road toward finding her thunder.
Something popped in me, and I knew I couldn’t bear this anymore. I went in the bathroom and rummaged through the medicine cabinet and grabbed Daddy’s old razor and unscrewed it while I made this terrible sound, and I picked that razor blade out of it with my trembling fingers and I held it up and just stared at it.
I pictured myself showering this whole place with my blood before I died.
Then I caught myself in the mirror, holding that blade…and I looked like her…the eyes…something crazy…and the hair…that for sure.
I thought of Naomi. She would find me. And after Jacob…after him….
I pitched that blade into the toilet and flushed it down and sunk to my knees on that cold white tile and I slammed the lid and folded my arms there and put my head on them and I cried without tears…no tears…just sounds like I didn’t know I could make. I wanted…I wanted…and I would die pining…like Mama.
Why? So many people I know recommend this fic to people and I think its about time I do as well! Its insanely well written and very addicting.
Title: And Then There’s You
Summary: A misunderstanding makes the Cullens plan a cruel prank on unpopular Isabella Swan for vengeance. But as Edward takes on the challenge of seducing Bella he quickly discovers her dark world at home. Edward must now save the girl he was supposed to break.
“Are you fucking blind? Of course you are, but, shit, learn how to fucking walk at least and use those goddamn glasses, nerd!
Ah, yes, I still remembered his sweet words and his angry, bright green eyes staring down at me as I picked my books off the floor. He didn’t help me pick the books up and just walked away. Edward was a jerk and a man whore, but I still loved to stare at him.
I used him as my muse for my drawings. Oh yes, I did draw. Another stupid teenage cliché, but I loved to draw. It’s the only goddamn thing I was good at. Anyway, though I could not draw the perfection of Edward’s face, I tried and then I’d find my pathetic self running my fingers over his penciled lips. I rolled my eyes at myself. I couldn’t be blamed it would be the only way I’d ever get to do that. I’d never had a boyfriend and my plain self wouldn’t appeal to Edward. He and his friends would probably laugh at me…well they already did, but I wouldn’t stand them making fun of my adoration for Edward’s beauty.
Why? The lovely @adnamaventura recommended this to me this past week & I’m a sucker for angst/romance fics! Wasn’t completely convinced when I first started reading but I really enjoyed it.
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