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Interesting thoughts on who the boy is...you'll find out in the 40s.  Here is your preview:

“I told you, you will not disappoint me.  I don’t care that you are inexperienced.  In fact, I find it a great honor that you would consider giving your virginity to me, to a man who doesn’t deserve it.”

“Don’t talk like that.”

His hand cupped the left side of my face.  “I’m serious, Rose.  I have done some horrible things but I like to think you are my reward.”  He was quiet for a moment.  “I don’t want to talk about that tonight.  I just want to know if you will do me the honor of making love to you?”

Kind-of throws a monkey wrench into things, huh?

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I leaned against the wall of the building I was standing beside of and thought back to the Christmas party.  I hadn’t planned on kissing her, but the moment was right.  And God, did it feel so good!  It was like coming home.  Her lips were soft and plump and fit mine perfectly.  And the cute noises she made turned me to putty.  She could have asked me to do anything in that moment and I would have said yes. 

I chuckled to myself.  It was hard to believe that a woman like Alice could be interested in me.  Me, the one who killed his best friend in a jealous rage.  I will never forgive myself for that, but I am learning to make amends with it.  Alice taught me that.  She said that we will pay for our sins when we die and although we should be aware of them now, we can’t change what happens.  All we can do is accept it and move on.

She is so wise.

SURPRISE!!!!  Now you know what the vision was that Esme and Alice had. Here is your preview:

I sighed and felt Riley smooth my hair.  Okay, so maybe I was a hypocrite.  The final night that Edward was alive, we made love.  And it was the best night of my life.  He was so sweet and gentle, so caring.  I felt like we really were sharing something sacred together, just the two of us.  It strengthened our bond and solidified that we were soulmates.  I believed that nothing on Earth would separate us.

I was wrong.

But still, nothing will ever top being with Edward that night.  Even after the mourning is done, even after I’ve moved on and married someone else, I will always remember.  Edward was my first love.

My ONLY love.

Sorry, I just saw this.  Jasper is evil, I'll give you that.  But WHY?

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Proving Jasper is not who he says he is has become his new obsession.

“I’ve seen her wearing it.  It’s beautiful.  The crystal is huge.  Must have cost Jasper a pretty penny.”

He is not happy, that much is true.

I shrugged.  “You gave up on her, what do you care?”

He looked at me.  “I don’t want that beautiful woman to be hurt by him.  I don’t trust him.”  He lowered his voice. 

“I’ve heard mumblings that he works for Mordred.”

I dropped the necklace as my head snapped to him.  “Where did you hear that?”

He shrugged.  “Around.  I can’t prove it, but some of the servants are convinced that when he says he’s going to London, he’s reporting back to his boss.  I think we might have found our mole.”

Lol.  I've been getting that a lot lately.  Have you noticed that his eyes are different?  You'll find out in the next chappie which should post soon.

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My mind wandered back to how I got here.  I remember standing in the field, my arms around Isabella, after the duel.  It was amiable and that was how I liked it.  Suddenly I felt something cold and sharp pierce my flesh.  The pain was excruciating, but then it went numb.  I couldn’t breathe and I could feel myself weakening.  I heard Isabella screaming but I couldn’t do anything to help her.  I turned around to see my best friend, Jacob, pull his sword away with wide eyes.  I knew instantly what happened.  The swords had been switched.  And from the look in his eyes, he was as unaware as I.  I saw the ground rising to meet me as I fell in a heap.  Chaos was everywhere.  Women were screaming and crying, men were shouting and there were hands on my back.  I was losing consciousness quickly, but two words registered before blackness came.

“Edward’s dead.”

Shaking my head, I retrieved it and sat down on my makeshift bed.  There was chill in the air, being March, and I wrapped the blanket around me.  I lit a candle and reached for my messenger bag.  Inside it, I took out ink and a quill.  I opened the journal, dipped the quill in the ink and began to write.

I wasn’t writing just anything.  Call it a confession of sins.  I was pouring my heart out for the first time ever, letting it all out on paper for the world to see.  I knew that some would see it as a sign of weakness, but I didn’t care.

“If you are reading this, then it is obvious I did not survive the battle at Camlann….”

The quill scratched the parchment lightly as the words took over.  I don’t think I could have stopped if I wanted to.  And I didn’t.  I needed to get it all out on paper.  She deserved that.

Perhaps I can help.  I am implying that Rose is pregnant with Mordred/Jasper's child and Morgan has figured it out.  Mordred/Jasper is now a ghost and he knows that the woman he loves is expecting.  He will continue to appear to her.

Hope this helps.  The next one will be up Monday.  Here is your preview:

“NO!” he yelled.  I looked at him in surprise.  His golden eyes had darkened to an amber color.  I could tell he was upset.  “I refuse to have you go through what I went through.”

I raised an eyebrow at him.  “Shouldn’t it be my decision?  You just talked about not getting the choice; shouldn’t I?”

He stared at me.  “You’d want to?”

I nodded.  “Edward, you were on the brink of death; that’s why everything was so bad.  Morgan has already promised me that it can be done easily.  ‘You would be the first one not mortally wounded that we would change,’ she told me.  ‘But we can do it.’”

Edward ran a hand through his hair.  “As your King, I can order you to not.”

I narrowed my eyes.  “And as your girlfriend, I can make life in the bedroom for you very difficult.”

Well, I am hoping it proves to be worth reading this tiime around :-)

Here's a teaser for ya, sweets

As I lay there watching Bella’s sleeping form, a huge rush of regret swept over me.

What had I done? Would she hate me for this in the morning?

It didn’t take a genius to know she had been drinking, which likely altered her state of mind and made her make decisions she would likely not make had she been sober.

Would she regret making love to me in the morning? Do I regret making love to her?

No! No, I didn’t.

Suddenly a crippling pain shot through my head. I gasped for unneeded air and clutched my throbbing skull.

My phone began vibrating in my pocket. I ignored it. I fumbled in a half coherent state to slip out from under Bella without waking her and fell into a heap at her bedside.

Not long at all, dear. There are only 7 more chaps to go- can't hold out on ya much longer :-P

:-)

Teaser:

“Bella?”
My head whipped around and tears sprung to my eyes, “Tristan?”
Tristan slowly came and sat beside me on the bed. I could tell something was bothering him, the pain lacing his eyes was plain to see. “Are you okay?” I whispered.
“Bella, we need to talk.”

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I would have bought the car, but Bella is Bella--eternally down to earth.  Three hot male vamps vacation in Philly next chapter.  XOXO