The Twilight Saga

Bella’s happily ever after lasted two days. This is Bella’s own account of what happened after Breaking Dawn, her growing understanding of her powers, her battle to remain with the man she loves, finding her place in her new family, and the ever-present threat of the Volturi.

New posting Chapter 55 - Postscript


Cold Gray Light

by Chris



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Chapter 1 - Intuition

Chapter 2 - Warning 

Chapter 3 - Hope

Chapter 4 - Plan

Chapter 5 - Escape

Chapter 6 - Journey

Chapter 7 - Motherhood

Chapter 8 - Dreams

Chapter 9 - Calls

Chapter 10 - Danger

Chapter 11 - Fight

Chapter 12 - Inquisition

Chapter 13 - Peace

Chapter 14 - Talents

Chapter 15 - Return

Chapter 16 - Talk

Chapter 17 - Training

Chapter 18 - Together

Chapter 19 - Moods

Chapter 20 - Untruths

Chapter 21 - Departure

Chapter 22 - Unwelcome

Chapter 23 - Drill

Chapter 24 - Arrival

Chapter 25 - Discovered

Chapter 26 - Words

Chapter 27 - Manipulation

Chapter 28 - Consultation

Chapter 29 - Awakening

Chapter 30 - Impass

Chapter 31 - Tale

Chapter 32 - Ancestors

Chapter 33 - Shadows

Chapter 34 - Voice

Chapter 35 - Messages

Chapter 36 - stand-off

Chapter 37 - Patrol

Chapter 38 - Diplomacy

Chapter 39 - Rules 

Chapter 40 - Eyes

Chapter 41 - Disclosure

Chapter 42 - Why

Chapter 43 - Reconciliation

Chapter 44 - Confession

Chapter 45 - Spirit

Chapter 46 - Disbelief

Chapter 47 - Teams

Chapter 48 - Practice

Chapter 49 - Match

Chapter 50 - Betrayal

Chapter 51 - Realization

Chapter 52 - Confrontation

Chapter 53 - Untangling

Chapter 54 - Revelation

Chapter 55 - Postscript

Chapter 1 - Intuition


From the moment I walked through the door I could feel his eyes on me. Boring into me, owning me, watching even the minutest move I made.

I thought that I’d lose this intuition when I became a vampire. But in reality it had just got stronger along with everything else.

I thought for a moment about the one big change that my transformation had made, my thirst. Although I was still young, and the thirst for blood should be overwhelming, I had been able to handle it from the first moment I awoke in my new life.  No one knew why that was. I could cope with human scents even up close, when I should have wanted to drink them dry. The scent caused me physical pain, an intense burning from my nostrils all down my throat, and feeling my throat squeezing tight with the dryness. But it was bearable. This was unusual for a new born. My kind usual manage this much control after a few years. But even with my self control the thirst was still there, the longing for something to put out the dryness.

My mind churned again. My mind could think of so many things at once. The dryness was always one of my thoughts, sometimes near the surface, then moving back into the background.  I could keep all the thoughts in my mind -- juggling two, five, ten thoughts in parallel -- but never mixing them. Like watching ten TV channels at once. Another vampire trait.

Maybe I was just being paranoid. Maybe there was no one looking at me. I still hated attention just as I’d done as a human, I still shied away from it. I was just letting my imagination run away with me again. No one was looking at me. But I could hear his heartbeat six feet to my left, slightly behind where I was standing. He was sitting on a chair next to the loveseat. He was close enough to feel the warmth of his skin in the cool of the morning air. I could smell the strong scent of the skin pouch he wore round his neck. A smell that forced out every lesser smell from that part of the room, like a car headlamp blinding out a flashlight. It was not just the animal fur with its heavy notes that I could smell, but what was inside it. The herbs and berries that it contained, each type giving a new harmony to the smell. Some sharp, some sweet. Some I knew -- citrus, juniper, cinnamon -- some I had no words for.

Maybe he was just looking at Nessie like everyone else in the room. My four month old daughter was reciting a poem for her audience in her beautiful childish voice, complete with dramatic pauses and carefully characterized accents for the speeches. She was a very advanced four month old. She looked more like a small four year old, but she would have been counted as a genius in any preschool. This was because she was half vampire and half human, and of course could never be allowed in preschool. Her brown hair, with a tinge of bronze that came from Edward, fell down her back in beautiful curls. Her eyes were a warm milk chocolate color that had been mine when I was human, and were now excited by the attention she was receiving. Her complexion was pale with a healthy pink glow of excitement.  We knew now that her rate of growth and progress would slow and she would be fully mature in another 6 and half years, and then live forever.  We’d learned this from Nahuel only two days before. My dark worries of losing Nessie had vanished.  We’d thought we would have to watch our daughter grow old and die in fifteen short years, and we would mourn her for ever.

I didn’t look to check if I was right about Nahuel and his staring. I had caught his eye only once that morning, when we came in and gave the usual greeting to our family and their two remaining guests.

I still didn’t understand why these guest were still here. Yes, I was grateful to them, especially him. So grateful it hurt. He had saved us all: my daughter, my husband, my vampire family, my wolf friends, and me. And he put himself and his father and his sisters in danger. How could I not be grateful to him. We all were.

I’d asked Edward twice why they had not left with the other guests after the standoff with the Volturi. The first time was after the celebrations when all the other guests had left and we had taken Nessie back to our cottage to sleep in her own bed. This was the first day that we’d met them, the first day of the stares. Edward had given his answer, saying Nahuel was so glad to know that a family like ours could exist. A family with a half vampire child, the only one Nahuel knew of that was not related to him, and a surviving mother. Nahuel’s mother died in child birth and so did the mothers of his half sisters.

It is rare to find a vampire who would want a physical relationship with a human woman, even rarer to find a women who survived such an encounter. Her life could end at any moment if he did not concentrate fully on keeping her alive. And what about the outcome of such an encounter? Mortals are not compatible with half vampire babies, the babies are so much stronger than the women.  I had only survived thanks to the care given to me by my vampire family and because Edward changed me into a vampire as soon as the baby was out. The memories of this violent birth were now dimming for me. The vampire venom had mended the terrible damage and left me whole, strong, and beautiful.

According to Edward, Nahuel had spent his long life, over 150 years, thinking he must be evil to the core to have killed his mother. But seeing me set him free from his guilt. He now blamed his father for not caring for his mother as Edward had for me, and for not changing her when Nahuel ripped his way out of her.

The second time I’d asked Edward why Nahuel and his aunt (a full vampire) were still with us, Edward said that they wanted to learn more about our vegetarian lifestyle. This was how we liked to describe our abnormal hunting habits in the Cullen family. Unlike other vampires we only hunted animals, not humans. This gave us distinctive golden eyes which intrigued the normal red-eyed vampires.  When I asked this second time, it was not what Edward had said that set me thinking but the way he said it. If I wasn’t his wife and didn’t know him so well I would not have noticed the slight tightening of his straight shoulders under his tan colored jumper, and that he was holding his perfect jaw a eighth of an inch higher than normal. He was lying to me.

Edward lied a lot. He had to. When you can read the minds of everyone in a mile radius then you have to lie to appear normal. You have to learn to ignore the thoughts most of the time.  You have to answer only the questions people say out loud and not all the far-reaching ones they think in their heads but don’t dare ask. Edward also felt he must not betray confidences of those around him. It was not as though he could stop hearing thoughts if he wanted to, and not as if people could stop thinking when he was around, so he just didn’t pass these thoughts on. I was a shield which meant that he could not read my mind, not even when I was only human.  Now that I was a vampire I had learned to remove my shield if I wanted, but I could only do so for a few moments at a time and even then it was exhausting work.

But why would he lie to me about why Nahuel and Huilen were still here? We had just made it through the worst danger imaginable: the whole of the Volturi forces lined up against us, the judges, jury and executioners of the vampire world. We had survived that, so what now? What was he covering up? Surely we had to have a break from peril sometime.

Maybe bad luck was something that I’d brought with me into this life. Since I met Edward as a human I had always had bad luck. My life before Edward, before my return to Forks to live with my Dad, Charlie, was a quiet life in the big city of Phoenix with my Mom, Renée.  The memory of this former life was becoming hazy, almost a pre life to my human life, as if I was now in my third life, not my second. I’d had too much on my mind to sit down and think about it, though that was the only way my family said that I would remember it for the future.   As I remembered it now, it was a happy but lonely time of looking after my hair-brained mother and being the adult in the relationship even though I was the child. She didn’t need to be looked after in a physical way but in an emotional one, helping her to organize and control her life.  I was the one who made sure we went to the store when we needed groceries and that we went to the bank when the bills needed to be paid.  In many ways you could say I was her keeper rather than her daughter. This role was taken by Phil, her husband of nearly three years.

I argued with myself that I had already brought my shield through to my vampire life along with my strange ability for self control.  I was sure that I could not have brought anything else. I had left my clumsiness behind, which was a truly good thing.  I now moved so fast and was so strong that if I was clumsy lots of things would get broken.  Not just inanimate objects, but living things.  Even people.

I looked over at Edward, to keep my eye from straying to Nahuel. His beauty never failed to amaze me. He was stunning. His eyes were a warm amber color. But this morning more like stone than liquid. Something was bugging him. No doubt he was hearing things he didn’t like. His face muscles twitched slightly and his teeth locked together noiselessly. His smile remained, a facade to keep the others away from his upset within. I had no idea what he had heard or who it was that was having these thoughts, but my mind turned to Nahuel again, though I didn’t let my eyes follow. Edward would tell me when it was right and certainly not in the middle of this gathering.

Edward applauded when Nessie came to the end of her poem, pride now on his face. I felt a jolt of joy at his pride. I was proud of her, naturally, and applauded loudly too. But to have him so in awe of her gave me such a feeling of belonging. I had, in the end, been able to give him something so worthwhile. A daughter, our miracle. It made up for the lack of balance in our relationship. He had given me everything: his love, his life, my new life, money, possessions, a home, a car, a family. But the one thing that that he had never imagined, that none of our vampire family had thought possible, came from me. She was a delight to them all, and especially Edward.

It was only as I turned away from Nessie’s performance that I noticed Alice was staring into thin air, her eyes out of focus, completely still. I knew she was seeing something. My sister’s ability to see into the future was enviable. It had made her top of the Volturi’s list for acquisitions.  It was this ability that had saved the family and herself many times over. The future she saw was only one of the possible outcomes. If decisions that had been made were changed then what she saw would change.

“Demetri is coming,” she said simply in a clear chiming voice, not altering her stance at all. “Aro has decided. He will follow Carlisle to us.”

Carlisle was at her side in an instant. “But why?” he whispered. “Why now?”.

The image of the the Volturi tracker was instantly in my mind. It was not possible for anyone normal to run from Demetri. He had a gift for finding them. But this gift needed access to someone’s mind, and it was something I could block with my shield. As well as being a tracker, Demetri was a warrior, with centuries of experience working with the Volturi.

“But why, Alice?” he asked again.

Alice had gone back into her trance. This time it took her over a minute to come round. “He comes only to observe,” she said with a little relief in her voice. “Aro will order him to stay with us and just observe. He is to watch Nessie grow for Aro and to find out more about the wolves for Caius. He is to cause us no trouble. He will be ordered to hunt like us. Aro wants to see how this will change his character. He is report back regularly by letter. This order will be made at full council the day after tomorrow. He will arrive three days after that.”

She looked around the stunned room.

“Please look for more,” Carlisle urged her.

“Demetri will bring a note with him from Aro but they know that I can see what it says so you will be forewarned. Aro is staring at it so that I can read it...

My Dearest Friend Carlisle,

I am sending my dear one Demetri to visit you as an emissary. I feel that our last meeting left a rift between us which I want to close. I have asked Demetri to learn about your life style and your beloved granddaughter so that we may better understand each other in future.

I ask you to take Demetri into your hearts and your home, and to this end I will ask him to make himself useful to you and cause you no trouble. Please use him as a son.

Yours in friendship,


Carlisle looked aghast. “Is there more?” he said, shaking his head.

Her face returned to the distant mask, but seconds later disgust was clear on it.  She came back to the present again shaking her head. “Uh, that is so gross”.

“I saw part of the inner council meeting that was only the family, no guard. It is so gross.” she said, hardly able to speak for revulsion. “Aro says he wishes to watch a half vampire child develop first hand. He says that he will order Demetri to try to father a child when he has returned from his visit. He laughs and says that he may have learned some restraint from us. The mother is to be the only human they trust, their administrator Gina. They will promise her immortality if she successfully gives birth, but she has no choice. If she says no, she’s lunch. He says it will be a great honor for Demetri to father a child to be brought up and studied in Volterra. Caius is against the idea, the decision will be put off until a later date... I can’t see further than that, I’m not attuned to them, I can’t see so far ahead into their futures, I can’t see if she will become pregnant or if they will kill her, it is many months away, it may change.”

There was stunned silence.

All the joy after the last successful encounter with the Volturi was gone.

Then the speculation started. Alice could see the event but not the motivation behind it. It boiled down to three simple questions: why this? why now? and why Demetri? A dozen answers to each question came from the gathered family.  The most likely answer was that they wanted to catch us doing something against the rules as soon as possible, and Demetri can stand up for himself.

The others gave little thought to the planned baby. It was beyond the immediate worry and didn’t affect us personally. But my mind was on Gina and how I could help her.  I had only just survived my own pregnancy and I had had good medical care and love from all my family. I felt cold, cold to the heart.

Had I started some new vampire fashion? Would lots of vampire males want to father children? And what of the vampire females, would they want to become stepmothers? I thought of the loss of human life. I thought of Gina.

I found myself a spot on the floor and sat there still, shocked, horrified.

The discussion went on for nearly an hour, until Carlisle looked at the clock and said that he had to go for his shift at the hospital.

He turned to our guests, “Nahuel, Huilen. It may be best if you were not here when Demetri comes to call. I do not wish to ask you to leave but for your own safety I must ask you to think about what you want to do.  You know you have our thanks for what you have done for us, and I owe you for the safety of all my family. You are welcome here at any normal time.”

It was Huilen who spoke this time. She spoke simply in her heavy accent. “We will leave before he arrives.”

Carlisle smiled warmly at her. “That is for the best. We can visit you before long, and maybe meet Nahuel’s sisters if that is possible.”

The others continued to speculate after Carlisle had gone, Emmett debating with Jasper the possibility of beating Demetri in a fight. Jasper thought that if there were several of us it may be possible, but it would only bring the rest of the guard down on us, a battle which we would not win this time.

Alice touched me lightly on the arm, tutting at my pants and jumper combination. My favorite sister was never happy with my lack of fashion sense. But she could see the future, and would have known the day before about this particular lapse of mine. I thought to myself that I would suggest to her that she warns me in advance next time, so that I don’t disappoint her again.

“You know, I thought you would have learned a little by now Bella,” she chided quietly. “I will just have to take you back to your cottage and show you how to match up those pants myself. I didn’t spend weeks putting together your wardrobe for you to use it like this.”


That morning I must have really gotten under her skin. How could she care so much about fashion when she’d just given us the news about Demetri? Really. It made no sense.

I looked down at my outfit. It didn’t look that bad to me. I’d made sure that some of the threads in the jumper were exactly the same tone as the pants, but if it made her happy we could be home and back in a very short time. A few minutes out of the house would do me some good.

“Edward,” she chimed. “I’m taking Bella back to your cottage, can you look after Nessie by yourself?” The look on her face one of great effort.

He smiled warmly at her. “By myself? I don’t think that I will ever be allowed to look after Nessie by myself. She has too many fans for that.” He looked quizzically at her while he made his answer, as if they were having another inaudible conversation but failing to understand each other.

It was true. Most of the room were watching Nessie again, just waiting to see what she would do next, fascinated by her. Her Aunt Rose and Grandma Esme sat on the floor with her.

“We’ll see you soon,” Alice chimed again, wincing with effort, like a small child trying to remember a really difficult times table sum.

As soon as she said this I looked around the gathering to smile a normal goodbye. Then I saw him, Nahuel. He was staring at me. Staring at me with total adoration in his eyes as if I were the only thing he could see in the world.  The only thing he had ever seen. Like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time.

Oh no... no please no, I screamed inside my head. My face turned from a smile to sheer dread, his calm face turning from adoration to puzzlement at my expression.

Edward stiffened beside me, but said nothing.

Alice tugged my sleeve and we were off through the patio doors at the rear of the house,  running back to my cottage hand in hand. I was only too glad to go, and Alice's excuse was perfect.

As soon as we were over the river she said in a very hushed voice, “Shield me, stop him reading my mind.”


New posting Chapter 55 - Postscript

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I hope to update again tonight - I'll send you a link in the mail.

Charlie is in this one - thought it was time to get him in somewhere.

Many thanks for you very kind comment.

Best wishes


Awesome!!!! Can't wait to find out what happens!!!!

Hi Rachel,

Thanks for the comment. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

I can tell you that Charlie is in the next chapter - I always lkied him as a charater and wanted to get him in to at least one chapter.

Best wishes


Chapter 20 - Untruths 

Renee continued to phone daily and I avoided these calls like the plague. One day after finding another message for me I cracked and went to Charlie’s house. Fortunately it was a Sunday and I caught him in – not that I’d realized that, the days were merging into one long bad mood.

“Dad, I really need your help.”

“Well, Hi to you too Bella ... Come on in, are you OK? You look kind of cross with the world or something.  That husband of yours upset you, has he? And you looked so happy the other day when you came to call, the three of you, joyful I thought.”

“No, Dad, Edward's fine, he’s not been upsetting me, I’m just in a bad mood, that’s all. It’ll pass.” When Jasper is around, anyway, I thought to myself.

“Well, it’s sure good to have you here but I’m guessing this isn’t a social call else you’d have brought my gorgeous granddaughter – she is OK, isn’t she?”

“Dad she’s fine, we are all fine, it’s Mom.” I saw the shock in his face. “No, Dad, she’s fine too, she just keeps trying to phone me and I don’t want to talk, not with this voice. I’ve been emailing replies but she’s getting tired of sore throat excuses for not talking. I’m worried she’ll want to come and visit if I don’t do something soon.”

“Well, I’m not going to lie on your behalf Bella.”

“Could you phone her on some pretext and mention that you’d seen me and I was fine and happy and stuff.”

“But you’re not happy Bella, I can see that. You’re stressed out. Just like before your finals last year, and then again just over this Christmas. You seem to go from one extreme to another so quickly. Is everything OK with you?”

I thought for a moment about what he said. I guess to him it must seem that way, almost as if I were coming down with some kind of a mental illness. He didn’t know that I had to fight for my life and my family’s life during these ‘stressful’ periods.

“Well, I was a bit stressed back then before finals,” I admitted, “but that seems a long, long time ago now, Dad.” I though back to the time when I was human and we had been waiting for Victoria’s army to attack, to the tension I’d been under, pulled apart by Edward and Jacob. “Yeh, that was a really tough time but it worked out well,” was the best I could manage. I hoped he would be happy with the idea that most teenagers get a bit stressed during their final year at high school and not question me more, I couldn’t tell him.

“Now isn’t like then, this is more just a personal black cloud following me, it’ll rain on me then go some day.”

“OK then,” he said. “Are you OK living with all those folks in the big house? I can see that might get you stressed, you always valued your privacy … Do you and Edward get time to yourselves? it’s important as a young couple, you know, I don’t want you to mess up like me and Renee. We, well, I never gave the time to our relationship and it suffered for that.”

“Enough already, Dad.” I glared at him. I knew he was only being fatherly but marriage advice from Charlie! I don’t think I could take that. But maybe he had touched a raw nerve, alone time was something I thought that we were getting just a little too much of at that moment.

“OK, OK I’ll butt out … So what do you want me to say to Renee? That you are just too grumpy to answer the phone?” He smiled his smile - not a wide smile but it reached all the way to his eyes. 

“Oh, Dad I’ve missed you,” and I thoughtlessly moved across the room at superfast speed and hugged him a little too hard.

“OWWW … Bella, you’re hurting my back!”

“Oh, no, sorry Dad.” I backed off a couple of paces.

“When did you start to move so quick? You were always such a dawdler. Ugh, need to know – I know! I just hope you know what you’re doing up there messing with drugs. Even prescription drugs aren’t good for you. But I guess Carlisle will have that in hand.”

“Don’t worry Dad, I’m intending on living for a very long time!” I smiled at the thought he was concerned with my health.

“Let’s get a drink and work out a plan.”

We went into our kitchen, his kitchen now I guess, and it was awful. I never kept the house particularly clean but this was a new low.

“Dad! Has the water been off for a week or something?”

“Er ... No ... I just been busy at work, and Sue invites me to her house a lot, she’s really great you know, and a real good cook.”

“And you know what they say, The way to a man's heart is through his stomach! But what are you going to do if she comes here and sees this mess? She may decide that she doesn’t need such a slob in her life.”

“Haha, I kind of see your point though, I better get to it later, after fishing.”

“I’ll wash, you dry and put away,” I ordered.

It was just so good to be out of my new life and back in my old for a few minutes. Just me and Charlie doing normal everyday things.

My father’s eyebrows did rise a little as I went to wash and put my hands in the steaming hot water. I remember just quick enough why he would be making that face, so I made a fuss of putting some cold in the basin.

When we finished the dishes, I cooked him an omelet and although I didn’t eat any it didn’t smell so bad really. I could imagine taking a bite and being able to swallow it without being sick at all.

We sat together in comfortable silence while he ate. I was reading the paper while he chewed.

“So Renee,” he said after he’d finished, “what should I say? I’ve told her that you are OK now but having a quiet life at home for a bit. I’ve said nothing about Nessie, she thinks that you were just very ill.”

“That’s great Dad, and it’s all true, or partial truths anyway.”

“Well what are your plans now? Do you think you’ll go to college?”

I blew my cheeks out and let the air out with a huff. “I don’t have plans yet, Dad. There is just so much going on at home, I can’t think of leaving yet.”

“More visitors?”

“Yeh, the last two are leaving tomorrow and then we get another one the day after – we’ve got to be on our best behavior for him, he’s one of Carlisle’s posh friends from Europe.” It was the closest to the truth I could give him. What else could I say - that some guy is coming to check whether we are breaking any rules, and if so how many of us should die?

“Does that mean I still can’t visit?”

“Yeh Dad, you really need to stay away while he’s there, but we’ll come to you when we can.”

I needed to change the subject before he started questioning me further.

“And my longer term plans …. I don’t want to waste time learning when I can watch Nessie growing up. I want to spend time with her while she still wants and needs me there.”

“Yeh, kids grow up so fast these days. You were just the same. One minute a baby, and the next a fully functioning little person, it’s just amazing. I’m so sorry I didn’t get to watch you do all your growing up.”

“I know Dad, it would have been good to be nearer you, but we couldn’t be and we can’t undo what’s done. Mom did her best by me and now I have to do what is best for her. Starting with her not noticing the changes in me.”

“Well, I’ll talk to her tonight. I’ll say that Carlisle is very strict with your schedule and that you are having lots of rest and lots of fresh air, walks and stuff. I’ll mention that the family has visitors and that keeps you busy too.  Maybe you need to think about ‘going away’ for a bit, maybe pretend to be in Europe or something, at least she’d expect nothing but emails if you were ‘abroad’. And I’ll say your voice sounds a bit odd still and that you’re embarrassed about it – that bit's true enough.” He smiled at me.

“Well, embarrassed – I’m not so sure.”

“Too embarrassed to talk to you own mother! And I bet you can’t talk to any of your other friends can you?”

“No, but I can keep up with them on the web.”

“Not the same, is it?”

“No but...”

“I know you’ve got Nessie and all the Cullens now, and Jake still I guess, how many friends do you need?”  He waved one hand vaguely as if half heartedly swatting a fly with the back of it.

Charlie paused. “You know, it could just be that Renee has got something she wants to tell you...”

He looked at me. This wasn't something I had considered, how desperately self centered I was. Maybe Renee needed me!


End of Chapter 20 - Untruths

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Charlie gave her something to think about... Can't wait for the next chapter!

thanks for the update.the story is getting  more does Renee have to tell Bella?

Is she expecting?.......How long will Bella beable to keep Renee at bay........until you post again

Hi Robyn,

Thanks for the comment.

I guess if she were suppose to be in her late teens when she had Bella that could be a distinct possiblity, what with a new younger husband and all that.

Love to tell you but .... you'd stop reading the story!

best wishes


Hi Seugnet,

I love Charlie as a character, he is so much less emotionally expressive than the others but just as deep.

Thank you for the comment.




I love this so much. You are an excellent righter and i love this chapter. Please keep me updated



Hi Tia,

Thank you for your kind comment, I have an editor it really helps me.

But we have discussion like "You can't hiss the word Bella, it has no 'S's in!!" (I won that one)

It make's it very long winded.

Best wishes



great update!  i love your story and can't wait to read your next update!

Hi Kelly,

thanks for the comment and reading my story.

I hpe that you enjoy the next chapter - not sure when I'm going to publish that yet.

best wishes



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