The Twilight Saga

Selfish

Bella tries to hide her secret from Edward, but when she becomes pregnant with Jacob, that becomes a little complicated. Realizing that life has whole new plans for her, Bella must face many disasters including loss, betrayal, pain, and tears. Will Edward find the heart to forgive her? How will Jacob react to the news? And what happens when it seems that the earth itself is determined to punish Bella with everything it has? Find out in Selfish, the first in its series.

 

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Chapter One-

 

  The time was 6:45

  So there I was. Kneeling on the floor like a pathetic, useless piece of nothingness. I was trying to imagine what my ceiling fan was seeing right now. Of course I should be focusing on the more important thing, but I couldn't. I just couldn't. How could I bare the thought of what I was about to face? Or better yet, how would Edward take the news that-

  It doesn't matter, I told myself. I focused on the spinning ceiling fan. As it whirled around in the same daily circles at the same pace, never having to face problems or worry about what tomorrow will be like… it watched things. I had always thought of fans as watchers. A cruel lifeless soul, the fan had a full view of the area surrounding it. Silently judging.  They can't speak, and they can’t make their own choices, so all it can do, is just keep its place at the top of my room and watch. Listen to the numerous phone calls I made, to all those stressful, homework-overloaded nights, and even to the smallest of snores as I slept.

  It was always watching as I checked emails, got dressed, starred out the window, and most of all, it watched me at nights. Those precious moments where I sat there, in my bed alone, waiting, then, he would be there. As if I ever deserved him, or as if I was worth his time, no matter what I did or said, and even if I was already asleep, he would always give up his night and come to me. He was so wonderful. The fan had watched all of those nights that I sat in bed with what I didn’t deserve. And now he would leave. After today, there would be no more.

  Fan, I reminded myself for what seemed like the thousandth time. The fan was always there. It watched my life and knew what happened. Sure the fan didn't have eyes or ears or even a life, but it was like a live object. It gave me fresh air, and did things at my command, just by hitting a light switch. The fan was like my personal slave; it listened to everything quietly, as it moved swiftly.

  I breathed in a big breath, hoping the air would cool me down enough so that I could stop sweating, but that was not going to happen. I had experienced so much in my life. Deaths, evil vampires, betrayal, and pain... pain. So much pain. But nothing was like this. I hadn't even talked to Edward, yet I was already stressing as if he were here now. He said he'd be here in ten minutes, but he probably heard my stress through the phone and decided to run here rather than drive. He was always over protective. Always worried and concerned for me. He never stopped paying attention when I told him about my same, casual day. He cared so much.

  So why did I have to get in a truck, and drive into it all, knocking it down to it's very foundation, never to be rebuilt again?

  I swallowed. I'm not going to cry... I'm not going to cry... I'm not going t- I checked my watch. It read 6:48. Edward had to be here by now. Our call was exactly seven minutes and 35 seconds ago... But I didn't want him to get here. I wanted him to decide he could get someone better than me, run off never to be found, and never speak to me again. Losing him like that would be so much easier than what the future held. I kept imagining he wouldn't show up, for whatever reason, but I knew he would. He always did.

 6:50 Time was going by faster. The fan was spinning faster. It kept going and going, it was so fast.... A small squeak left my voice. I said not to cry! Don't cry, whatever you do! I gulped down a bunch of air, still not helping. It had to be ten minutes by now. Maybe he's no-

  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see someone standing right at my door. As I lie on the bed, looking up at the fan, that stupid, judgmental fan, I noticed the dark black shape of a human. Though it wasn't a human. It was a perfect wonderful, beautiful person.  The next second, he was there, beside me. Laying on the bed with me, cradling me in his perfect, sturdy arms.

  Suddenly I let out a small cry. No, no crying… Luckily. I was able to keep the tears in my eyes. I was surprised at that. I could never hold back tears. If only Edward hadn’t heard the squeak in my voice… maybe he won’t know I’m sad, and maybe I will be able to stall long enough… Long enough to get one last amazing moment from him…

   “Bella?” Edward asked, his voice was clearly pained. He had that little croak in his voice, something usually only humans experienced. It was as if he were in so much pain, that he had to let some of it out with his voice. And sure enough, it was coming out. I hated that sound; the sound of him unhappy. Quite frankly, it made me unhappy, knowing Edward was not comfortable with the current situation. What pained me even more was the realization that I had, and would cause this pain that made his voice the way it was. It took me a second to arrive back in reality, and realize that he had said something else. What had he said?

  “I’m sorry, what?” I asked. I froze. That sounded rude, didn’t it? Great. I was already going to upset him- no, piss him off was more like it. Now I sounded like I had a smart attitude? Luckily, Edward didn’t seem to take notice.

  “Why are you crying, love?” he asked. He held his right arm around the small of my back, holding me up I realized. His left arm was stroking the lose pieces of hair that had managed to escape my ponytail. Wait- crying? What did he mean? I wasn’t crying! I’m doing a good job of-

  I pressed my skinny pale fingers to my cheek. It was right under my eye that I felt wet drips of water, emptying them selves from my eye. Another way for pain to escape the body- through little drops of salty liquid.

  I quickly wiped my eye, but what use was it? He had already noticed my crying.

  “Bella!” he said, quietly, yet anxiously. It was killing him. Oh just tell him already!

  “Edward…” I searched his eyes. They were a dark golden, a deep color that had no name. He needed to hunt. He needed the very thing that kept him both at peace, and slightly satisfied: blood. That was the thing that marked the very boundary between being human or vampire. I couldn’t stand it, the love in his eyes. But I needed to tell him.

  He reached up, catching a tear with the tip of his index finger. He then let his hand go back to my hair, but made a different decision and placed his hand around my face. Holding me there, not letting me go. How I would miss this…

  “Edward” I said, and pulled my face away from him. He looked at me, very silent, ready to listen. I took one last chance at a big breath, hoping it would work this time. Instead I felt a sharp pain in my dry throat. I ignored it and looked into Edward’s eyes once more. “I need to tell you… Okay first just listen. I did something… something I should have told you about a long time ago. But I didn’t, and I’m terrible for that. I can never be forgiven-“

  “Bella, don’t be ludicrous. Whatever it is, I’m positive it will be okay. I won’t be mad-“

  “Oh but you will.” I said quickly. I could feel the pain in my eyes, and knew Edward could see it. Was he really in pain, or was the pain in my eyes reflecting off his eyes, just to confuse me? He looked bewildered at what I said.

  “What could you have possibly done, that cannot be forgiven?” he challenged. “I’ve done enough wrong in my life to you, that you’ve forgiven and shouldn’t have. I’m sure that whatever you did, it’s not that-“

  “Just listen.” I whispered, simply because if I let my voice grow any louder than a whisper, he would hear the distress. My voice would probably crack and never work again.

  “Edward I…” Oh. My. God. How was I to say this? I couldn’t identify whether or not this was more awkward than it was terrifying. Would he get angry? I knew the answer to that, prior to finding out.

  Yes. But how mad would he get? Would he curse and spit at me, until I cried in shame? Would he hit me or throw some of the items lurking around in my room? What if he tore the fan out of the wall? Suddenly I liked the fans presence, and hoped it stayed intact in the wall.

  You’re being ridiculous. My conscious whispered to me. Something only I could hear, since Edward had some mystery problem with hearing my thoughts. So I was being ridiculous… or was I? What if he really did  become as angry as my thoughts had allowed me to picture, or even worse than that? What if…

  I made myself drop the thought before it even processed into a thought. Edward was still waiting for me. I couldn’t leave him waiting anxiously, wondering what it was I was about to say. After all I had done… he deserved to know. But could there have been a better way? Could I have done something differently or went someplace better to tell him. For Gods sake, tell him already!! NOW!!!

  “Edward I’m pregnant.” I said. I gasped. Had I just said it?

  Yes. I got it out. The words that had been resting on the very tip of my dried tongue took a leap, and landed right out in the open. Right there for everyone to hear and see. Edward just looked confused.

  “But Bella.” he said. I knew how he was going to finish this sentence. I had played this conversation out a million times in my head, and I knew Edward best. This was exactly the way I thought it would go, and I was right. But for a reason I didn’t want to think, I knew it was not a good thing in this case, that I knew Edward so much.

  “Bella we never-“

“I know Edward… I know.” I spoke softly. Here it comes… the grand finally. The moment, we’ve all been dreading. I could hear the terrible music playing over and over in my head, taunting me. It was as if the music was saying ha ha time to talk! Why didn’t the music have a stop button?

  Another breath. The final attempt at what little comfort I could possibly get from filling my lungs with air. It just wouldn’t do it. “Edward…”

  “Bella sweetheart, we never… Bella there must be some mistake.” He laughed, but it wasn’t a laugh. I had no name for the noise that sounded like a laugh, but wasn’t one.

  “Edward we never did anything…” gulp “But me and Jacob did…”

  I stared into his eyes and saw the most amazing thing. What had seemed like his regular eyes just seconds ago, was nothing compared to what they had turned into, just now. In a split second, I watched his eyes change from an aged gold, right to a jet black. That quick, as if my one, stupid little sentence had drained all energy that remained within him. His eyes…

  Oh, How I was going to miss those eyes…


Selfish-

Selfish Book 2- Secretive

  ***SPOILER ALERT*** The battle was lost for the Cullen's, causing Bella to lose her world, Ryan, but little do they know that the battle has not completely ended. Not yet. Now that Ryan has grown to be alpha of the La Push wolf pack, he wants revenge. Seeking help to avenge the tragic death of his father, Jacob, Ryan finds someone wandering around in the woods who also plans to kill the Cullen's. Little does he know, it is not a coincidence that he has run into this powerful, yet deadly favor of help. Find out what happens in Secretive, the second book in the Selfish Trilogy.

 

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Secretive-
 
 
 Selfish Book 3- Surreal
 In this shocking finale to the Selfish Trilogy, Bella's life will be put on the line more than ever before. Completed summary to be revealed soon!
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Prologue
  I’ve always wondered what happens to us once our bodies aren’t strong enough to keep us in this thing called life.
  Is there really a heaven to celebrate in? Do we roam the earth as tireless ghosts, sighing as we watch our loved ones move on without us? Or do we go nowhere. Are our bodies the only thing that connects us to life? Is there nothing else, no more thoughts or memories or words of love once our bodies can no longer do so?
  It scares me really. Even having been so close to death, I’d never actually taken the time to think about that moment when you feel yourself detach from your body. That moment when your brain stops comprehending things, and you feel that you are falling asleep.
  But it’s not sleep. Sleep isn’t permanent. Sleep isn’t so scary and sleep isn’t what’s happening to me right now. Sleep... isn’t this painful.
  But then again... sleep isn’t this peaceful either...


Surreal-
Chapter 3- Coming Soon!

 

     

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Selfish Trilogy Inspirations - Stephenie Meyer, Alexandre Desplat, Waiting For the End by Linkin Park, Howl by Florence + The Machine, Dead in the Water by Ellie Goulding, Moira Wry by Eve, and all of my wonderful readers =)

 

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Thank you Ashley!
Amazing chapter, Jesse! Always anyway. . . :)

You're fine, right? Well I hope so. Hope you get better soon! :]
:) I'll update soon

Oh what a week I have had!

Guys- I'm so sorry It's taking me so long to update. I had surgery 2 days ago, but I'm quickly healing. I'll be home soon! 

I'm so sorry that I haven't been updating and commenting on your stories. I promise I will catch up as I soon as I get back home. It's not too serious so I'm hoping to be home pretty soon. Thanks for your patience everyone!!!

Chapter 11- Hope you like it. !!!

 Chapter Eleven-

 

  We ran. We ran, in absolute silence until we arrived back at La Push. Everyone thought of the bloodsuckers they killed, and proudly lingered on how they had taken them down. I tried to focus on home, but it seemed a very hard task.

  Once we finally got home, I sighed in relief and ran away from the pack.

  Don’t you have some announcement or explanation or something you want to say? Daisy wondered angrily.

  I just turned to her, shook my head, and ran away from them. I shifted back to human form near a tree with pants and quickly put them on. I leaned against the tree and sighed.

  I looked up to the now dark sky. I couldn’t believe today was over. It had been one of the worst days I had ever had, maybe the worst. I had the chance to kill my real mother, and didn’t. What was wrong with me? I had wanted her dead ever since I had found out she was responsible for my fathers death! She deserved to slowly and painfully die; yet I felt bad when leaving her.

  I scoffed, disgusted with myself. Why hadn’t I the strength to kill her? Was it because I was weak? Was I really a god alpha or should Brett really be the alpha?

  I slowly walked home, in no rush to get home to the fury Sam would unleash on me. By now, someone will have told him that I had leaded the pack into a dangerous battle that could have killed them all. He would probably know about me taking off on my own. He would probably know that Beth knew- I shivered.

  Had Seth told her? No. Seth wouldn’t do that, he knew better. So how did she know? Did she see one of us shift, maybe she saw someone lingering to close to the outer linings of the woods. Maybe I should tell them not to be so close to the outside of the woods.

  Maybe I should tell Brett to be alpha.

  Sure, I didn’t want him to be alpha, but what choice did I have? Obviously I was a bad alpha, and Brett wanted it after all. Maybe he was what the pack needed, an obnoxious, inspired wolf that was willing to do anything to protect the pack. A true leader. I wasn’t a true leader.

  I sighed as I opened the door to Sam’s house. Would if Sam kicked me out? Where would I go? Would one of the pack members let me stay with them, or were they to angry with me?

  I entered and quietly went straight to my room. I sighed as I dropped onto my bed. I wouldn’t have to hear anything from Sam till morning. At least I had time to think of a plan.

  “Hey.” A quiet voice whispered.

  “Dah!” I exclaimed loudly. Sam would have defiantly heard that!

  I jumped from my bed in a protective crouch. Beth looked at me from my window, a strange look on her face. She gestured to my position. “Nice.” She said. ‘What are you, an animal?” she asked.

  I scratched my neck. “Uh…”

  “So what’s up?” she asked, leaning against my window frame from outside.

  “Um…”

  “How are you ‘um’? Is that good or bad?” she asked.

  I rolled my eyes, finally settling back down on my bed. It was still very awkward being so near Beth. I wondered if she still hated me. Probably.

  “Is there something you need?” I asked, using the same tone of voice she always used. I needed to get her out of here before Sam caught her. I was probably already on his bad side. 

  “Yes, actually you can.” She said.

  I stared at her. This was so awkward.

   “Well?” I asked

   “Well what?” she asked.

  I growled quietly. “Beth, what do you want?” I asked angrily. She was really burning through the last of my patience.

  She sighed. “Well, I wanted to ask you about your family.” She said.

  My fists tightened. “How is it any of your business?” I asked, suppressing a growl.

  “I just-“

  “Beth why don’t you get out of here/” I stared at her, a cold look on my face. I didn’t want her to go away, but I needed her to. For her own safety. Sam was right; she couldn’t get involved in all of this wolf stuff. It was too dangerous for her. 

  “I just think you should think about what’s right before you go doing stuff-“

  ‘Go.” I whispered angrily. I stared at her, unblinking. For a split second hope flickered in me. I smelled her, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she would have the scent of wolf on her.

  Nothing. She was still just human.

  Though I was upset, I kept my posture, trying to push her away. She turned and ran away from my house. Once she was gone, I closed my window and threw myself into bed. Why did I have to be a wolf? Wouldn’t it be easier just to be human? Wouldn’t it be easier if my father had lived?

  Brett would have his pack, my father would have his life, and I would have my love.

Okay, I know the story is kind of dragging right now, and you might even get a little confused but I did my best. I came up with some great ideas of where to turn the story, and I promise that in the next chapter, stuff is gonna start happening. :) Thanks for your patience!
part of me hopes sam will let them be together another hopes ryan can find some loop hole in sam's rules.awesome updates
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Ha :)
It's brilliant! So sad... I hope you get better soon!

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