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music, sleep and coffee aka true happiness for min yoongi ♡  (trans: @bts-trans)

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this taegiseok… for @blueandtaes​ ♡

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❛ you can be rough. i can take it. ❜ -For Stiles, but he can't really take it. . :p

Another doubled-up request! ;)

Looks like you two are on the same wavelength. I will do my best with this, but you know I'm probably just going to twist it around and not give you what you were really lookin' for ;)

Authors Note: Smutty little number between Stiles and a non-gender-specific reader. Writing smut that's both satisfying and generic enough to read as any reader was challenging and actually a lot of fun :)

Prompt list HERE

Stress Relief

"You can be rough... I can take it..." Stiles said, his voice muffled, his face buried in his pillows.

You were perched above him, sitting on the backs of his thighs. "You think?" you laughed and pressed your thumb more firmly into the tight muscle of his back so it slid under his right shoulder blade.

"Ow, ow! Shit!" He struggled beneath you, rocking a bit from side to side, turning his head to look back at you. "Maybe not that hard."

"Thought you wanted it rough?" you smirked and let off a bit, running your thumbs along either side of his spine more gently. You were straddling his thighs, rubbing the aches out of his back that he'd been complaining about all week.

"Maybe I'm a little more delicate than I thought."

You smiled, and leaned forward, pressing a little kiss to the large mole on his shoulder. "Just a little..."

He shook a bit beneath you with a little laugh before he carefully rolled over, giving you a moment to adjust so that you were settled on his lap. He smiled up at you, his hands on your thighs, fingers splaying out widely as his grip tightened just a bit.

"Thought you wanted a massage?" you teased, slotting your fingers between his on his right hand.

"I did want a massage," he said, his brows raised a bit as his gaze crept up along your body, stilling briefly in a few key places before he finally looked you in the eyes. "Now? I want this."

You startled a bit as he sat up from the bed and pulled you into his chest and kissed you, his chin tipped to reach you as his arms wove around your back. It didn't take long for the firm but simple kiss to evolve into something more. His lips grew a bit hungrier, parting to envelop yours, making room for his tongue to tease at the tip of yours. His mouth got him into trouble so often, but it was one of your favorite things about him.

The two of you had been together for about a year at this point, but you'd known each other much longer. You worked at the parts supply shop he used to come into all the time in high school. Every time he'd come in saying what he needed to fix his nearly perpetually broken Jeep, he left without most of it and a new roll of duct tape. It wasn't until after both of you had graduated that he finally asked you out for the first time, but by that time, the two of you had developed quite a rapport. You fell in love with him so easily it was disgusting.

The way he was kissing you now? The way his hands were roaming over your body? You'd been addicted to it since the very first time he'd touched you. To say you were insatiable was an understatement, but he gave you a run for your money. He was eager and enthusiastic in just about everything he did, and you were just one of those things. It still made you smile when you recalled the time he'd told you that of everything he'd ever learned in his life, he valued learning how to please you the most.

His soft lips peppered your jawline with wet kisses until they made their way to the side of your throat. He breathed your name into your skin before he pressed his open lips to that sweet spot that always made you moan and tongued at your hammering pulse point.

You rolled your hips into him, your hands tangling into his hair while his mouth roamed the length of your neck. You could feel how much he wanted you because he was rutting against you, and he was so hard you knew it had to be almost painful.

"Shit..." he breathed, his lips trembling against your skin when you reached down between the two of you and cupped him through the tented crotch of his pants.

You pushed him back down against the mattress and spread your hands across his chest, relishing in that pleased little smile that spread across his lips before you kissed him.

His hands slid down your back until they were cupping and greedily squeezing your ass.

You gave him as good as you got, kissing him breathless and then latching onto his neck to suck a pretty mark into it that he wouldn't be able to hide. You loved the sounds he made when you had him pinned under you.

He was usually the first one to get impatient when the two of you found yourselves in situations like this, but this time it was you. Too many clothes. That was the first problem. You pulled back from his throat and crossed your arms over your body, pulling your shirt off and tossing it across the room.

Stiles stared up at you, his eyes hooded a bit, his hair scuffed up and messy from the way you'd tangled your hands in it.

"You plannin' on staying dressed?" you teased, tugging a bit as his t-shirt, grinding down on him just enough to make him groan.

"Not a chance," he said, propping himself up and lifting his own shirt, getting tangled up in it a bit before he finally freed his arms and threw it to the floor. He let out a dark little laugh before he propped himself up and wrapped his arm around your waist and turned the two of you over, pinning you under him.

You let out a small giggle that he quickly silenced in an open-mouthed kiss that had your head spinning, and your body starting to ache with need.

He pinched your lower lip gently between his teeth before he pulled away from the kiss, his lips still pursed. His fingers trailed down your bare torso and across your ribs onto your forearms.

You trembled at his touch, your skin rippling with goosebumps.

He grinned up at you, kneeling between your legs when he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants and underwear. He crawled on his knees down to the foot of the bed, slowly pulling the bunched fabric down your thighs before he slid it off the tips of your toes. He appraised you for a few moments, his tongue wetting his lips, his hungry gaze making no mystery of what he wanted most.

Then, you watched as he undid his pants and slid them off, leaving him in just a thin pair of boxer briefs. "Those too..." you whispered.

He didn't need to be told twice. He pulled them down over his thighs and kicked them off.

God, he looked good naked. You sighed as he lifted one of your ankles to his lips, his eyes fluttering closed as he kissed his way up your calf to the inside of your knee.

He breathed against your skin, letting the warmth of it wash over you before he sucked a little mark into the inside of your thigh.

You felt him lay out on his stomach and loop his arms under your thighs. Your fingers knotted into the blanket beneath you when he teased you with a grazing pass of his lower lip and an exhaled breath.

"Stiles...please..." you begged, desperation starting to make you feel a little unhinged.

He kissed the crease of your inner thigh. "Somethin' you want?" he asked, he pulled you a little closer to him, his fingers gripping you more tightly.

You groaned, pressing your head back into the pillows. "Yes..."

He hummed before you felt the heat of his mouth so close to where you wanted it most. "This?" he asked, before he negated the need for you to respond, his tongue tracing a line along you until you were quivering and carding your fingers in his hair.

"Yes! Oh, my G—" the feeling of his lips sealing around you choked off your supplicating plea.

His talented mouth was so pleasing, but it made you want more. Made you want all of him.

You pulled him up from between your legs into another kiss before you encouraged him to move up your body and straddle your torso. You gripped his ass in your hands and tugged him close enough to get your lips on the tip of his length.

The sound he made when he gently rolled his hips and drove himself into your mouth a little deeper was encouragement enough to have you eagerly moving with him. He cradled your head in his hands, helping you hold the posture that was making him feel so good.

"Mmm, yeah..." he praised, looking down at you, "but you're gonna make me come before I'm ready to..."

You pouted at the loss when he shifted back enough to slip free of your lips and he grinned at you.

He shifted down your body until he was kneeling between your thighs again. He lifted your legs up enough to rest you in his lap, aligning himself with you. He was slick from your mouth and that first intoxicating touch of him pressing against you, stretching you as he filled you up, made you feel drunk on him.

He took his time sliding into you until you were tightly squeezing around the length of him. It felt so good to feel so full. So satisfying to know you fit him like a glove.

When your head was lolling in the pillows and you were started to rock your body into his, he ended the torture of his stillness and began to slowly roll his hips along with you. Encouraged by the soft way you were moaning for him, he picked up the pace, fucking into you harder and faster on each thurst.

When you felt the way your release was building in your core, you knew he had you right where he wanted you. He pressed into the backs of your thighs with his hot palms and folded you over enough to bend over your body.

You craned your neck up and captured his parted lips in a breathy kiss before he mouthed down your chin, your throat, across your chest until he had one of your nipples under his lips. All the while he was driving you closer and closer to your release.

"I'm— I'm so—" he groaned against your chest before he looked up at you.

"Me too..." you breathed, reaching up to run your hand along his jawline before the pace of his thrusts had your eyes rolling back. The levee gave way and the pleasure of your release rushed through you like a tidal bore wave as you cried out his name.

He followed right after you surely encouraged by the way it must feel to have you squeezing around him, by the way the room sounded when it was filled with the echoes of how good he'd made you feel. The faltering rhythm of his hips and his stuttered breath preceded the pulse of him as he flooded into you, over and over.

You panted out appreciative sighs as he collapsed against your chest, his heart pounding hard enough for you to feel. His hair was flopped over his sweat-dampened forehead and you brushed it back out of his eyes when he looked up at you.

"That's better stress relief than a massage... any day..."

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My Pace

Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 8

Pairing: Isabella Swan x Paul Lahote x Quil Ateara

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4 Days later

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦ Quil pov ꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷︶

I sat on a log watching as half of the pack were having a good time joking and horseplaying in the water, and the other half was playing soccer on the beach.

I refused to participate in any shindiggery with the rest of the pack, no matter how bad I wanted to finally have a breather to live my life.

I knew that there was only a matter of time that we would have to go back to the riggers patrolling because another leach was running amuck on our land. I couldn't help that I wasn't in the mood to be around people, which was unusual since I was very open and social.

I laughed as I witnessed him body slam my Alpha, Sam Uley, into the sand, not noticing that our pack brother Embry was sneaking up behind him.

He, too, was having a hard time keeping his emotions and action under control, and I was thankful that he was not acting unsocial like I was.

He was acting like his usual self, taking the time to try to relax a bit, but I could tell that the distraction would be losing its toll very soon.

On the other hand, I was having a nervous breakdown inside my head over where my female mate could be doing at this moment. It has been a good week since I had last laid my eyes on her, and ever since that day, I have not seen nor smelled her scent anywhere. It drove me up the wall, wondering where she was and if she was safe, and things were not getting better with Billy lying to Paul and me.

I knew that Billy was not telling us something, and as our elder, he should disclose anything that he knew of her so that we could contact her, but he was being a thorn in my ass. He and the other elders were acting strange, holding on to a sea full of secrets they were reluctant to give out, which wasn't fair to the pack because this was Paul and I's imprint, their pack sister.

Like Paul and I, the pack could feel a pull to the group's new member, and it was driving all of our wolves crazy that she was so far from our reach. The elders and the other imprints could see that we were becoming more animalistic. However, secrets were still kept under lock and key, making things worse for everyone.

She was untraceable, which was bad for Paul and me because the effects of our missing imprint were becoming too dangerous for us to take. There were consequences when an imprint was not in contact with their imprintee for a significant amount of time. It was even worse when the circumstances added the imprint does not have a chance to accept the mating bond into the mix. We consistently had painful pulls in our chest pointing to forks, but we were slowly becoming weak and rugged with her not being found.

I was thankful for the one thing, and that was that I was not alone worrying about her, either. The pack has been a tremendous help trying to help us track her down. With the absent presence of the Cullens, we were able to run into Forks without worrying about running into them or having them be in constant contact with her.

If I was to smell their rotten stench on her body, I would have lost control over my wolf no matter if we had a treaty or no treaty. I would have no control over him killing them and dying trying to rip them all apart, and I would have had Paul's support to back me up.

I was thankful that we had the help and support from them and that they were trying to help us as much as they could, but it seemed not to be enough.

I sighed as I thought about her and couldn't help but think of everything I had engraved into my mind when I saw her for the first time.

She was the most beautiful thing put on this planet, from her dyed blond hair that seemed to be a perfect color to the pretty leopard print skirt that she wore.

I wouldn't say that I was biased on her looks because of being her imprint, but I knew that I would be lying. She was perfect, and I knew that Paul and I would have to control the feeling of jealousy in the near future, but even so, I was glad that I had an imprint that had a banging body.

I liked her because she was a tiny little thing, and that seemed like a funny haiku because she was the shortest out of all the imprints there was. I felt sorry for her being so short, and because between Paul and I, he was the tallest, and I was the buffest, making little mama look like a dwarf next to us.

When I finally met her, I would make it my mission to consistently pick her up and cuddle her for as long as possible. I wanted to know what she smelt like, and it was bothering not just my wolf but Paul's that we didn't know what she smelt like. I had wished that we had gotten her scented from Jacob's house before running next to her car as she went in the direction of forks. It would have been simpler for Paul and me if we had followed her to her residents in hindsight, and I regret following my Alpha's orders.

In the end, we would not be in this constant ache and had maybe got the chance to know the name of the woman that we imprinted on, but we were stuck being called to chase the redhead through the woods.

I got up off the log, harvesting the courage to have a conversation with my imprint Paul about some important matters. Something has been bothering me for the last couple of days, and I needed him to validate this matter for me. He was going through the same situation that I was going through and could be the only one to understand how I was feelings.

I did not like leaving things unresolved, and this feeling that I couldn't put my finger on revolved around our female imprint.

"Paul, I need to talk to you for a second, Now," I said, getting his attention away from the ass whopping that he was disseminating to Sam and Embry.

He looked at me, not sure if we wanted to follow me into the woods, but he knew that he had no choice in the matter.

Paul wasn't good at keeping his anger in check, but he was even worse at perfecting the emotions that he thought were a weakness.

Sometimes he has his moments with being tender and sweet. Still, it was a rare moment for anyone but the pack to see. Regardless, as soon as I became his imprint, he showed a more upbeat personality and was less damaging.

"Please, Paul, this is important. It has to do with her," I said to him, and I made sure to whip out my puppy dog eyes to make him comply.

If there is one thing to bring him to his knees, it's when I beg him sweetly with my unresisting eyes. They always made him yield to my wishes, and I was not looking forward to when we were finally in a poly relationship. I feared that our angel would have her own way of forcing our hand, and I did not want to be played like Paul was in this situation.

In the end, it would leave Paul to be double-teamed since he would know have two imprints to bend over backward for being the more dominant male between us. He was more at a disadvantaged than I was, making me happy I was the beta in this relationship.

When all else fell, the eyes did the trick.

He looked at me for a few seconds before nodding his head.

I turned around and made my way into the woods, getting weird looks from the pack and our elders. I knew that I would make sure that I walked far enough that the rest of the group didn't hear this conversation, and I didn't want them to hear, not knowing how emotional this could be.

As we got to the point where I knew that the pack couldn't hear what we were about to discuss, I stopped walking and turned around, facing Paul.

He stood there looking at me with worry in his eyes, and I knew that he too was feeling the effects of our missing piece to this trio.

The more I looked at him, I could see that he carried himself well but could not hide the effects of having her so far away from us and for so long.

" We need to do something about her. I can't take this pain in my chest any longer."

"I know, but there is nothing we can do unless you want to attack Billy and the rest of the elders for answers. We need to keep looking, taking our time to look everywhere we can. You know that if she had left the state, we would know."

I growled at that thought of her being anywhere but with us, but he was right. I rather she is close and me not know her whereabouts than for her to be halfway across the world not being able to reach her because of my duties to my people.

" Your right. This is better than the alternative. I just wish our imprint would reveal herself to us, and I don't like that she is so far from our grasp."

"Just calm down, Quil; we will find her," he said, taking his time to walk toward me, trying to calm me down as best as he could, but it was not working.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, putting my head into his chest, taking in his scent.

" I know, but it is becoming too hard for me to breathe because of the dangers that she could face not being protected. That vampire takes all the spare time we have patrolling to chase after her, and she is showing up more and more. What if she finds our imprint and uses her as her next meal or maybe just for a game of human hunting. I don't want to have that happen, Paul. We need to look harder than we have been doing."

He shuddered as he was reminded of what we could lose without having the chance to have it in our grasp. He did not reply and continued holding me as I panicked, trying to keep myself together.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, not saying anything, just trying to comfort each other as best as possible, but soon I started to feel different.

The pain in my chest was no longer pulsing so intensely, slowly but surely disappearing into the air. It made me think that I had imagined the pain all this time, but I knew that I wasn't because it did not entirely disappear.

I quickly separated myself from his arms," Do you feel that Paul. The pain......."

"......she's somewhere nearby.......I say she is less than 100 feet away from us......."

We both looked at each other in silence, knowing what this could only mean for us, and without thinking about our actions, we ran in the direction. Feeling the pull of the imprint trying to push us in the right direction, I noticed that it was coming from the path we had just come from.

This made me push harder to get towards her because it seemed like she was in the vicinity of where the pack was.

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Chaos

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Those are the five letters that I would describe the remanding four days of this week that I endured. You would think my week would have operated smoothly, especially since I didn't have much to arrange but go to school.

Plus, I presented orders that would keep the others busy for a while, so I didn't come home to the house on fire again. Don't get me wrong, I admire them with a passion, but sometimes it is hard to be the eldest and the most responsible all the time. It was such a pain being in control of five other semi-grown human beings. I have been doing it for a lifetime, and you would think I would be used to it by now; you are 100% mistaken in that belief. They somehow discover ways to make me what to shoot myself in the head. I testify that they do half of the shit they do to provoke me for their own amusement.

This week's headache is because I disregarded how wild they are, which was a great mistake to overlook. I really shouldn't say that everyone was the problem because not everyone gave me problems. No, this was more the development of the three shopaholics in the group. I had asked Nijel to buy everyone's vehicles since I knew everyone needed to get around and do their own thing. I respected that they couldn't get everything done without transportation. He did as I asked him to do, but he also went over the top in a sense and did the most.

He bought a car for Marlayne, and himself but not for the others, and I was cool with what he had gotten. They were dope cars, and I respected the make and model he had picked out. Hell, I wasn't even mad when I saw that they were expensive cars because I knew he loved buying fast and flashy automobiles. I didn't like what he decided to get for everyone else because I knew they wouldn't drive, and the rest of us were going to have to be everyone's uber.

What I had a problem with is that he decided to buy Sabrina, Bliss, Dakotah, and I motorcycles. fucking motorcycles, I say, and might I add that they were also stolen. I had no clue where the motorcycles were stolen from, but I knew that Nijel didn't find them in Forks or Settle. He said he plans to fix them up so that no one could trace them back to the original owners. He also said that he would give them a sick paint job personalized to our taste.

Did I forget to say that he bought a shed for the backyard to house them in before all of this? And he took it upon himself to convince Bliss into helping him make an illegal hidden basement under the shed to hide said bikes. This boy cannot be called dumb he knew what he was doing, and I'm not surprised. I have no idea that he got this done in four days, but it was all done before Saturday presented itself. But that's not the point. He just loves to watch me lose my shit, and I did because of how much work he decided to take on.

On another note, I misremembered how excessive spenders Bliss and Marlayne are. If you think that Nijel is terrible at keeping a budget or someone like Alice Cullen, who is up 24/7, you have never met Bliss and Marlayne.

These girls take shop to you drop to a whole new level, let me tell you. Never in my life have I engaged a person so excited to shop and spend all their money in one sitting. I swear I remember giving these two a limit that they could spend this week, and it's like they have thrown it out the window. Other than a Vampire, how can a person spend 3.7 million dollars in Four days? I mean, the job I gave them was finished, and the house looked perfect. It fit all the criteria that each member needed to do their part as assassins. It's just that I had people coming in and out of my house setting things up and dropping shit off all week. And let's not talk about all the extra lengths they went on certain items.

I'm just happy that the week is over with the drama at school and how crazy they were acting. I didn't think I would make it at school being so sweet and happy with all the drama.

With the whole Angela situation, nothing has been happening. It's crazy how nothing has popped off yet over some little, tiny stuff. You would think that a bomb was supposed to go off, but nothing. The few incidents were just Jessica or Lauren snickering behind our back talking shit, but there was a time that I had to hold Angela back when Jessica made a virgin joke about her and Ben.

Other than that, not much, but I knew there was only time before something exploded. You can't go to school with people like Jessica and Lauren and not have to watch your back every once in a while.

I sat silently in the sand by myself, calmly watching the ocean waves come crashing to the shore. The sun was shining so bright in the sky, making it an excellent day to go swimming, as well as the warm air. Honestly, I could do only so much, especially since I just got some new ink, and I didn't want to mess it up.

I soon grew bored watching the boys throwing back in forth a Football, and I grew bored sunbathing with the girls. And I hate to say it, but I was growing bored at starting at the ocean.

So, I guess the next best thing for me to do is take a long stroll down the beach.

While no one paid attention, I got up off the sand.

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As I calmly walk down the beach by myself, I wonder how long it would be before Billy demands that I get ahold of them to get the DNA test done.

Of course, I was not going to make it known that I knew where they were with us, only just taking the necessary steps into counseling our whereabouts from the world. No one could find us at this point, and I was happy that not even Charlie knew where I lived. Surprisingly we did have a scare before things were finally set up. Still, things were handled, putting the interrogation chambers to great use.

On Tuesday, Sabrina received an alert on her computer of someone trying to dig around into our records and trying to get access to her laptop. It was just fortunate that they couldn't get past the new software that she had set earlier that day.

At first, I had thought it was Billy trying to get his hands on them, but soon I realized how crazy it would be for him to try and hack a hacker.

Especially since I remember not giving Billy the names of my friends and telling him anything that he could use, he was brilliant, but he wasn't that smart. I have no idea who was looking for us, but I would love to find out, especially since we had a run-in with a hitman just yesterday.

It didn't sit right with me how easy it was for someone to try to access our information one day and turn around and pay a Hitman to assassinate us another day. The good thing was the Hitman told us all that he knew, but it wasn't enough to keep him alive.

The bad thing is that Sabrina had difficulty tracking who did it since the person paid him in cash and didn't leave any traces. It would take her a few more days to find a lead that would give us the answers that we were looking for, but I was hoping that she would find out before another assassin tried to take care of us.

We were worried about who was out to get us since we had so many enemies out there, but Brina didn't know who it was, so it was just a confusing loop. A little voice in my head told me that I would find out in the long run.

I kept walking further down the beach, admiring the beauty of the ocean once again.

I didn't know how far I had roamed, but soon I started to hear voices and laugher.

They looked and sounded like they were having a good time parting and roughhousing, and I didn't want to intrude. I kept walking, not caring about where my legs were taking me, and tried not to bother the group.

The closer I got to them, the more I started to recognize a few faces. And soon, I was too close not to be recognized myself as I saw Jacob, Sam, Old Quil, Charlie, Sue, Renee, Phil, and Billy looking my way. I was confused about why my mother and her husband were not back in Tennessee, but I wanted no part in the drama that she brought.

I quickly decided to turn back around to go back to my companions, but luck was not on my side when I heard Billy calling my name.

I groaned before I turned back around and went to face the music.

I could see how my mother looked at me up and down, and I smirked because I could see her eyeing my tattoos. I comprehended that she disapproved of them, but hey, it is not like she could force me to remove them.

I could also see Jealousy flash in her eyes as she noticed how toned I was. I don't think she has ever seen me showing this much skin before, and all the training that I put myself through seems to have paid off, and I'm glad cause my type of work is dangerous.

When I was close enough, I murmured a quick Hello to everyone.

I made sure that a smile implanted on my face as I tried to hide the nerves that were creeping up my spine. The reason for the uneasy feeling name was Phil Dwyer.

We didn't have the best history, but the history between him and my friends was even worse.

He has gotten into a few verbal and physical fights with Nejel and Dakotah. It never ended well for Phil, who always ended up bloody, or something was broken. I mean, what grown man starts a fight with twin 13, now 16-year-old boys, over-breathing air, Phil that's who.

I looked at everyone sitting at the bonfire, and I was not impressed that they all stopped what they were doing to gawk at me. I could see that Jacob and his friends were the ones that were staring at me the hardest. I don't know if he was shocked that it was me or he was surprised how good I looked in a swimsuit, but I need them to stop.

I caught his eye, and I raised my right eyebrow at him. Boy did he look like a dead fish with his mouth open the way it was.

One of his friends, Embry, if I remember right from that night, hit him on the back of his head, snapping him out of his Trance.

"You haven't been answering your phone, Isabella, and I have called you enough times over the past few weeks for you to get the hint to at least pick up your phone for a single phone call. Even your mother and Charlie have been blowing up your phone," Phil said in distaste, but I could also hear the anger in his voice.

Before I could say anything, he cut me off," You had your mother worried and crying, thinking something happens to you. You seriously need to learn how to pick up your phone. Next time I have to come down here because you are unreasonable, I will lose my shit. I can't always take off from work because you decide to be a brat."

I could tell that everyone, but Charlie was surprised by how he was talking to me. Even my mother looked at him in horror as she had never seen this side of him before. I guess I must have hit a fuse if he was willing to do this with an audience. But I have lived with this temper tantrum for a while now, and I know that Phil wasn't about shit, and I love to call him out on it from time to time.

"Sorry," I said sweetly, " I have been runny without a phone for a while. Since someone cut my phone off a few days ago. So, I had to buy my own, and with the way my life has been going, I was a little bit too busy buying a house and dealing with school."

It was true, but I wouldn't tell him that I knew that he turned it off. I wasn't crazy to call him out like that, just like how I was trying not to be a bitch in front of strangers. Well, I wasn't trying to straight out say it, but I knew that a few of them caught on to what I was throwing out.

On the other hand, my mother looked from Phil to me like she was watching a tennis match. I knew that what we were saying was flying over her head. She was trying to turn a blind eye, but we both knew Phil would say something where she couldn't save face.

" Be as it may," Phil said as he glared at me, knowing that I was calling him out on his shit. If he thought I didn't realize that he, had it shut off, then he was crazy. I tried to reframe myself from rolling my eyes at him trying to act like my 'father'.

It wasn't working since I would never see him in that kind of way, and it wasn't new to me since he couldn't have kids. He tried to act like my father, and I shut him down straight away. I think it's why he and the boys always buck heads and why he was pulling shit with me all the time. But that would particularly explain why he continued trying extremely hard, in the beginning, to see if he was in on the secret.

" You claim that you are a responsible adult, and you need to act like it. Having a way for your mother to communicate with you comes first," He finished tilting his head to the side.

I can see that Phil dared me to speak back to him in the same smart-ass way that I was doing.

This time I did roll my eyes at him.

Be more responsible did he know who he was talking to. I was more accountable than his bimbo of a wife and him put together.

Heck, if it wasn't for me doing their taxes and making sure that they paid their bills on time, I don't think they would be living it up half as good as they were.

" I think we both know that you are the last one to talk about responsibility," I said as my bitchiness started to slip through," So how about we skip the bullshit. What is the real reason you and my mother came to Forks."

" That's what we have been trying to get ahold of you for," Renee said, cutting whatever witty remark was coming out of Phil's mouth.

I was surprised that she collected enough courage to speak.

"It seems your friends have gone missing from their homes in Jacksonville," continued Charlie, "Parents say that you were the last person to reach out to them. After that, they have been M.I.A., and no one has seen or heard from them."

"Parents started an investigation of their disappearance and didn't have any news for a week before an investigator found documentation of emancipated papers with their signatures," Phil continued for Charlie while glaring at me.

He kept watching me, trying to get a read to see if I knew where he was going with this. I did a bit, and I didn't let anything past my bitchy facial expression.

"I find it funny cause those papers dating back to a few weeks ago," He said as he started to laugh, but you could tell it was fake," It was dated around the time your mom came to visit you. You wouldn't have anything to do with that or know anything about it?"

He tried to look intimidating, but it wasn't working for him. It made him look like a drowning cat, and it was pretty funny to look at. I was close to laughing at him, and if he continued to look at me like that, I will.

Instead of responding, I just shrugged my shoulders. I knew it was going to make Phil mad by not saying anything. I mean, it's not like he could do anything about the papers, and they were legit as far as anyone knows. Plus, I didn't know about them until recently, so really, I was genuinely clueless to all that he was saying.

I watched smoke come out of his ears, and my mom tried to calm him down. It made no budge on him as he started to yell at me, but it's not like I didn't say that it was fun to watch him lose his temper and losing it he was.

A laugh passed through my lips, and I caught a glimpse of 2 guys walking out of the woods. What I could see was pure perfection, and I mean that shit.

They resemble something that was only described in a fairytale and let me tell you; they were a sight to behold.

I continued to side glance and notice that they were well-toned and freakishly tall. One was a lot taller than the other, and he seemed to be a bit darker too. His face was in a scroll, and I would be exaggerating if I didn't say that I wasn't turned on by it.

I could only describe the other as a mountain of flesh. No lie, it looked like he could crush me with just his thumb with how much muscle was on his body. It wasn't like the other guy wasn't shredded. He was, but he just wasn't as ripped as mountain men, and what eye candy he was. I didn't help that they were also not wearing any shirts, yet for some reason, the more I stared at them, I couldn't help but feel an unfamiliar sensation in my chest.

I continued to stare at them as they slowly walked, and I couldn't help but think of how perfect they looked. I began to imagine what it would be like to have one of their heads pushed in between my legs. Or to maybe hold onto them as I felt their muscles move while they were pleasuring me.

I needed to get laid if I was fantasizing like this. I soon pushed this thought away as they stood next to Jake and Sam.

I turned away from them in disappointment as I couldn't believe I was gawking at strangers.

Heck, I was more weirded out that I was gawking at members of my brother's well-known gang. It wasn't a secret about all the shady shit that went on in La Push with the residents of Forks. It's even harder not to hear being friends with someone in these parks too. People are quick to tell you all you need to know to learn in only seconds. I didn't get why police had done nothing about them, and I could tell that Billy wouldn't stop them. Heck, his son was a part of this gang, the same one he wanted no business with. Hell, I found it weird that not two weeks ago, he looked like a skinny 16-year-old. But anyway, I think they were sloppy enough to get ratted out about being gang members, but they stood next to the chief acting all buddy-buddy.

I shook my head as I overheard Phil raise his voice louder and louder the more that I ignored his presence. And the more I did, the more he began to lose himself and started spewing out some insults and slurs about me. I wasn't surprised this was the Phil not many get to see, and I knew Rene had never seen it in the six years they married.

I could recognize that it was getting to the people surrounding him. Charlie looked a tiny bit green, Rene looked like someone had said to her that God wasn't real, and Billy was close to snapping at Phil himself.

I didn't blame him at all.

Phil had a particular way of making people see him as a nice guy.

I think this was a surprise for everyone else, and I felt sorry that they fell into his multi-personality.

As soon as it looked like Billy could take no more and was about to speak out, I heard my name getting called repeatedly behind me. I knew that it could only be a handful of people since I didn't have many friends. It also didn't hurt to mention that not many would come looking for me or knew I was on the beach.

I turned around to witness Dakotah and Nijel screaming their head off, calling my name as they ran down the beach.

When I said they were running, it looked like they were getting chased by a pack of Wolves. I was puzzled as to why before I recollected that I was taking a walk and didn't tell them.

So, they must be in a panic to find me.

I let out our signature high pitch whistle capturing their attention immediately.

They quickly made their way to me, and the first thing that Nijel tried to do was tackle me, which would have landed us into the sand.

Luckily, I stepped out of the way, and he ended up face planting into said sand instead. I didn't want to be attacked by him or Dakotah; that shit would hurt badly.

Dakotah stopped himself from having the same fate, but he did end up scooping me up and pulling me tightly into his arm.

I detected two growls from behind me, but I could have imagined it as he squeezed me too tight. The longer he held me, the more he pressed, and the more that I couldn't breathe.

"Dude, let her go. You know you are too strong, and nobody can withstand your freakish strength," Nejel said as he tried to pull at Dakotah's arm, "Damn, it, bro, her face is turning blue."

Those seem to be the magic words to Dakotah, and soon I felt my body be released from the iron chains known as Raedwolf. I wasted no time quickly taking big gulps of air as I tried to put a lot of distance between us.

I was not trying to get caught up back into his grip.

"Damn, Alpha, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to grab you so hard," Dakotah said, rubbing the back of his neck," You know my emotions and strength go hand in hand together. With you disappearing without giving us a warning I..."

He stopped talking as it became clear that it was a huge mistake not letting them know of my whereabouts. Since I had separated us for so long, I forgot that they were more dependent on me than I was on them.

It became apparent in their minds that they needed to protect the only other family they had, which just happened to be me. They saw me as someone that needed to be looked after and protected from all things that wanted to harm me, and their sole mission was to be more possessive, protective, and clingy to me.

They knew that I could protect myself, but their instincts wouldn't listen to the logic, resulting in them overdoing things like they were now. It's why I can conclude that the girls did not know that the boys had come to look for me. If they did, they would have stopped the boys from trying to run around the beach, screaming my name, panicking as they had.

"You just got worried," Nejel cut in as he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my shoulder.

I felt him nuzzle his face into the crouch of my neck.

Awe, this boy was making me feel guilty as hell, and he wasn't even trying.

" Yea, you disappeared sort of terrified us a little bit when you didn't come back after an hour," said Dakotah as he smacked at Nejel's arms and pushed him away to wrap me back into his arms.

This time they weren't as tight as before, but I could feel how relieved he was to find me.

" You all good wolf, don't beat yourself up about it," I replied to him, trying to ensure him as best as I could.

I knew that I must have frightened them because it wasn't like me to leave them alone for an extended period.

Like I said before, they were becoming more protected and possessive of me, but for Dakotah (Raedwolf), it was even worse than before, and I could see why he was kicking himself at the moment.

I pulled him into a hug and patted his back.

As I held him, I could see the faces of the bodies behind him and boy did they not look happy. Somehow Jacob and his friends watched us, and let me tell you, the two boys from the woodlands were shaking badly. I swear that I heard growling again, but I thought it came from them this time.

Jacob and Sam saw that I was staring at them, and they quickly whispered something to the remanding members of their little group.

Slowly I freed Dakotah from my hug, making sure to kiss his cheek as I fully released him.

I made sure to wink at a smirking Nijel.

Luckily, he was standing at an angle that Dakotah would not have noticed.

" I mean, we all know that it's not your fault that you are the size of a lumberjack," I said, and Nejel started to die laughing, "It was a matter of time before someone died from you squeezing them so hard, but I guess it might as well be me. Next time you need to be careful; if you can't learn to control your strength, we won't be able to bring any animals into the house."

I tried so hard not to giggle as I saw Dakotah's facial expression.

He never liked being picked on, but he quickly picked on others.

I heard a snicker behind me and looked at Nijel, who was trying not to laugh and was failing miserably at it.

Dakotah was not known for being a fast individual, but he can be in the right circumstances. Before I could even blink, he tackled Nijel into the ground giving him tons of noogies, and because of the strength difference, Nijel couldn't escape.

" Excuse me, are you going to ignore us like this. You do know it's quite rude not to acknowledge your elders right," Phil said, ruining our sibling moment.

Of course, he could be a buzzkill once a party pooper, always a party pooper. Realizing whose presence, they were in, I watched as my baby brothers stopped fighting.

They looked at each other and smirked up at me. When I told you they liked to piss off Phil, I meant it. I knew it was a matter of time before their playful banter became a free for all.

"Well, look who decided to grace us with their presence, brother," Dakotah said as a scroll appeared on his face.

"Damn its Mr. Stickup your ass," Nijel said, joining in Dakotah's mood.

"Can't you see that we are trying to have a moment? You could have waited until we were done, or maybe if you were more well-mannered, you could have got our attention more sufficiently," Dakotah declared to Phil shaking his head at him in disappointment.

"I don't need to have manners to interrupt children," Declared Phil, as he got off of the log he was sitting on.

" You should learn that disregarding your betters is ill-mannered, especially if you decided to interrupt a gathering of strangers. You should have introduced yourself to these individuals before doing what you were doing. Let what I am telling you be a lesson that you should keep engraved in your mind in the future. Wouldn't want something bad happening to you boys because you were not being taught properly, resulting in you getting the shit knocked out of you again."

My eyes grew the size of a basketball as I saw my baby brothers start to move closer to Phil in anger.

They did not seem happy, and I even saw Renee's body freeze as she looked between Nijel and Dakotah, who were close to fucking Phil up on sight.

She comprehended that they were being abused at the White House, and I sometimes went over to clean their wounds when the wife and husband were gone.

It was a low blow for Phil to bring it up, and I could see he was trying new tactics out.

" Hahaha...get the shit knocked out of us, this man said. God, you are so funny thinking that anyone can fight against the two of us and win. Unlike you, we are capable of fighting our own battles," replied Dakotah sizing Phil up.

"Plus, I didn't think you knew how to fight," Nijel continued," Last time I checked, you were still sucking on your wife's nipples collecting milk. Not much of a man if you can't walk the walk while you talk the talk."

Phil started to step towards the boys but was quickly intercepted by Charlie.

He couldn't get past, so he started bucking at the boys like he was going to try something. From my angle, it looked like he wasn't making much of an effort to get passed, Charlie.

On the other side, my brothers looked like they wanted to fuck some shit up. Mind you, it has been a while since I have seen them fight, and I knew that Phil didn't have a chance with either of them.

Charlie, though, looked like he would shit his pants as he tried to stand in between both parties. He did not know what he was getting himself into because when it comes to Dakotah and Nijel, they act like animals fighting over a scrap piece of meat.

I quickly took my phone out and texted the girls that the boys had found me.

While I was at it, I made sure that I included that Rene and Phil were in town and needed to get all the shit packed up and wait for us by the car.

I knew that I couldn't have the boys fighting Phil like this, no matter how much I wanted him to get his ass kicked. While I was sending my text, Phil had got past Charlie.

I don't know if it was an accident on Phil's part or if Charlie stopped holding him back, not believing he would hit a minor, but it was a big mistake.

Before I realized it, Dakotah got hit in the face by Phil's fist.

No one made a move and just watched as blood started to ooze from his nose. Nijel let out a dark chuckled; he knew Phil had just released the beast.

I put away my phone and sighed as I knew it wouldn't be easy to stop what was about to happen. Hell, Dakotah was even worse to try to control when he got into his assassin persona.

As if he was scared at what he had done, soon Phil began to back up.

He must have forgotten the last time he had hit Dakotah.

Phil backing up was all it took before Hunter finally snapped, flying at Phil, landing a punch at his jaw.

Rene and Sue started to scream as him as Dakotah started to punch Phil.

None of the males tried to help Phil, maybe because they saw it coming or thought he deserved it.

Whatever it was, they didn't make a move to help. Jacob and a few of his friends were just egging Dakotah on, laughing their asses off.

And Dakotah was letting him have it, and no yelling from Sue and Renee was getting through to him.

Dakotah was in his assassin persona, and there was not much that anyone could do to stop the ass-kicking that was happening.

It was true that I could say something or let out another signature whistle, but I was enjoying myself a little too much.

Renee tried to run towards them, but Charlie quickly grabbed her and kept her in place.

Dakotah was getting in some good punches and kicks, and you could tell who was the better fighter.

Regarding how tired Phil looked, he was still trying to hold his own, and really, I felt terrible that he was getting his ass kicked by a minor, but hey, he asked for it. Phil went to hurl a punch, but Dakotah dodged it, and Phil wasn't fast enough to move the arm out of his reach. As quick as a cheetah, Dakotah grabbed the arm and used it to launch Phil over his shoulder and into the sand.

"Are you done, old man," Dakotah laughed as he stared down at our Step-father, who was breathing very heavily," Cause if not, I can scrap for a bit longer. You think you say what you want to my siblings and me without any repercussions. I don't believe that you were this dumb to open that mouth of yours nor dumb enough to think that you were big and bad to hit me and get away with that shit."

He let out a little chucked as he started to circle Phil like the predator that he was.

You could tell that he was in his element.

"You talk all this smack over the years trying to show others that you are the better man. It is kind of sad that all you are is a fuck up that can't amount to anything but disappointment," Dakotah asked as he now had stopped circling Phil.

" Where is the man that wasn't afraid to backhand my brother and me. Hell, where is the guy that told my adoptive father a bunch of lies resulting in the abuse that we got every day for ten years."

I knew that this shit was now personal and that it would get a lot worse from here on out. Phil got up out of the sand and ran at Dakotah, swinging at him like a wild animal, but Dakotah just dodged and weaved every last one of them.

Out of nowhere, Dakotah suddenly dropped and swept Phil's feet right from under him, and that was all Dakotah needed before he got on top of him.

As soon as Dakotah started to resume punching Phil, Charlie decided that now was the point to be a hero.

Charlie tried to grasp Dakotah up off Phil, but he was immediately blocked by Nijel, who urged him back. That didn't stop Charlie from trying to struggle to break it up, but Nijel wasn't have it.

And before I knew it, Nijel grabbed onto Charlie's arm and twisted it behind his back before he pushed Charlie into a kneeling position in the sand.

It looked like Nijel was putting a lot of pressure because I saw Charlie grab the elbow of said arm. As he held Charlie, Nijel started to yell boxing moves to Dakotah that he wanted to be done on Phil and believe it or not; he was doing them. I watched, enjoying how Phil was getting his ass handed to him. I know I'm a terrible person, but I never said that I did a good thing, just that I tried not to get caught.

I continued to allow them to do their thing, and it was funny to watch as Charlie tried to get out of Nijel's hold.

It didn't work, of course, and Nijel straight up put him in a chokehold, and I could tell Charlie would not stay still, making Nijel angry.

Charlie wasn't seeing that Nejel was trying to be friendly and save him from Dakotah, double-teaming them by himself. In anger, Nijel grabbed Charlie's right arm and disconnected it from its socket in the shoulder.

Charlie's cry in agony stopped the chanting of encouragement from the peanut gallery, and I saw that they looked like they were going to intervene.

"Wolf, Bunny, that's enough of that," I said to them, and they immediately stopped what they were doing to look up at me.

(Of course, she made sure not to call their assassin personal with by standards around, especially with a cop nearby.)

They could see that I was in Leader mode and that what I had just said was not advising but an order. And they knew that going against an order was not something that they should take lightly. I just wanted this fight to stop, and I had to look suitable for those watching.

"Get up its time to go home, and I think you boys had made your point that you wanted to make," I said, raising my right eyebrow at them.

They both released their victims and dusted themselves off, making their way where I was standing.

Nijel saved me a sheepish smile, but Dakotah just crossed his arms. I knew that he was still running on adrenaline, so I didn't say anything, but I did see the slight nod of his head, confirming that he was all there.

I looked at my mother as she ran straight to Phil, trying to help him up off the ground. It was laughable that she was crying over what had happened. He was fine in my mind, a little banged up and a little bloody but nothing Phil shouldn't be able to handle. Maybe a black eye, a bruised ego, jaw, and a few more body parts, but it was nothing compared to having a dislocated arm.

Speaking of Charlie, Sue had him in her arms as Old Quil was calling 911.

" I'm sorry about them, Billy. They are very dominant individuals and having this Dirtbag talking smack. It was only a matter of time before they lost their cool. Please don't think bad about them; they are good kids, just have problems controlling their anger," I gave him one of my smiles of apology before turning to Charlie, ready to provide him with a good talking to because of his actions.

" You should be glad, Charlie, that you made it with only a Dislocated arm, and it makes you think twice about trying to help a child abuser," I nagged him as he groaned in pain," Would have liked it if you would have stayed to the sideline. Nijel did you a favor in trying to stop you from joining the fight between Dakotah and Phil. But you just had to continue to try to get pass him to defend Phil, huh."

I turned my glance at my mother's husband, and he was now at this point off the ground and leaning on my mother's shoulder.

"You should have learned your lesson the last time you decided to use them as punching bags, Phil," I said, glaring at him and my mother," You lucky I was here, or something terrible would have happened to you again. Learn from your mistakes cause next time. It won't be Dakotah that you are fighting the next time you will be answering to me, and I'm a lot worse than he is."

I glared at Phil before giving him my scariest smile, which promised pain in the future.

My smile seemed to have weirded him and my mother out cause they both winced, and I would lie.

I enjoyed it.

The looked that I gave him was one that a predictor gave their prey before they went in for the kill.

It took me a few years to perfect, but I never lost it once I had it.

At the moment, I was not Isabella Swan, daughter of Renee Dwyer and Joshua Uley. No, right here right now, I was Shadow, Leader of the Tueurs de Mouchard.

Shooting one last smile at Billy and the rest of the elders before I turned around, making my way down the beach.

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A/N: So, I made a Poll on quotev, and if you have the time, you can follow the extended link at the bottom if you would like to vote on the other genes of Bella and her younger brothers.

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#twilight #paul lohote #quil ateara #the twilight saga #jacob black

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Pairing: Isabella Swan x Paul Lahote x Quil Ateara

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The long drive home was tedious, mainly since I lived 45 minutes away from my closest neighbor, but soon it came to an end as I saw the large gap in the forest, concluding that I had located my driveway entrance.

As I was driving up to my house, I noticed that the lights were on, and that was unusual because I knew that I had turned off all the lights before I had left for school like I always did.

Being the way I was, I was very Meticulous, which meant showing prominent attention to detail and being very cautious and precise in everything I did.

I knew that I had turned off all lights and electric appliances, checking if everything I had used was off a good three times before I made my way out the door.

I frowned at this thought because I knew there could only be one reason why my lights were on at this time of night.

I parked my car in front of my house, shutting off my automobile, and unbuckled my seat belt.I unlocked my door, making sure that I opened my car's secret compartment grabbing my GLOCK 23 before getting out.

I was surprised that I didn't have adrenaline rushing through my veins which usually happens when things were about to go down, but the even weirdest thing was that I also didn't feel my killing instincts.

Shrugging my shoulder at my lack of internal intuition, I slowly and quietly walked up the steps trying not to make a sound.

As I reached my hand out to unlock the front door, I noticed that the door was unlocked and slightly ajar.

I know that someone could be careless once, but no one was negligent in leaving their house unprotected and running up their electricity bill, which was throwing more warning signs my way at an intruder roaming around.

As I said, I was meticulous; there was no way I would not have noticed.

Slowly and carefully, I pushed open the door, trying to be as quiet as possible, and quickly entered my house with my gun pointed in front of me.

I backed up my body, placing myself against the wall calmly, sneaking my way to the living room.

The closer I got to the entrance, the clearer the voices were starting to be.

As the intruders continued to have their conversation.

I noticed multiple voices, both male and female vocalists, but they talked too low for me to understand anything that they were saying or to be able to recognize their voices.

I took a much-unneeded breath before I instantaneously turned the corner with my gun raised at them, immediately dropping it as I saw who I was pointing my firearm at.

I took a huge breath of relief as I saw my friends from Jacksonville in my living room.

I wasn't just relieved that they were the ones that broke into my house cause, hey, at least I don't have to clean blood on my white carpet. But I was also happy cause I was worried that something terrible had happened to them.

Ten pairs of eyes watched my every move as I collected myself and put my gun away on a nearby shelf.

"Seriously, you guys. Why is it every time I let my guard down, you make it your mission to surprise me and break into my house? Unsuccessfully I might I add," I stated as I walked to one of the many armchairs in the room and sat in it.

Truthfully, they have an aptitude for breaking into my house in Jacksonville.

It has transpired way too often that I wasn't worried when I would come home and see them on my settee. Occasionally when I was too tired or lost in thought, I would forget that it was probably my friends and not an intruder.

I did tend to get trigger happy when I was lost in my own mind, way too many times that I was delighted to admit.

They all laughed at me, remembering the incident I was talking about, and it wasn't a happy one either.

Long story short, they broke into my house at 2 in the morning without me knowing because I was sleeping in my bed, knocked out from drinking too much alcohol. When I had woke up to get a drink of water, I was contra turning on the lights, knowing my way to the kitchen by heart. I was not affected by the dark and have been known to see in it no matter how dark it became. The other had forgotten that day or really just one person in particular.

Bliss thought it was a great idea to scare me using the darkness in the kitchen as cover for her devious scheme.

Bliss's surprise attack on me failed, resulting in me shooting a bullet into her right ass cheek. As I said, they were dumb and didn't think about their stupid ideas thoroughly, and that day the idiot tendencies of the others might have finally rubbed off on the brains.

Suppose you don't know who could be idiotic enough to break into my house. Let me introduce to you the five fools that thought it was a good idea to surprise a trained killer:

This is Sabrina Maverick Davis, and she is the youngest of the triplet sisters. Even though she may seem sweet, she has a dark side that not many people have the honor of living to tell the story. She wasn't one of the group's dangerous assassins, but she also wasn't the most delicate either. We never had her participate in the actual assassinations; she was more tech-savvy than into the killing and torturing of people, but she was there in spirit to not get hurt or lost. Don't get me wrong, she can fight, but she can somehow trip over her own feet just by casually walking normally.

Sabrina is a Technology and Hacking expert, and I can say that she is the best out there. She can virtually hack into any database in the world without being detected, including government agencies like the Pentagon, to acquire the information needed for assassinations which is why her assassin's name is Ghost. With her prime specialty being computers, Sabrina can use any kind of technology at her disposal, and it comes in handy both on and off the field.

She is often seen around the house building or working on computers, repairing them if they're damaged, and if she is not doing that, you can find her outside tending to the garden. Besides her obsession with nature and Tech, she is an animal lover and consistently talks about all kinds of animals she sees on her phone or the ones she passes on the street. In other words, she can be described as a hyper, cuddly, clothes stealing, animal-loving, Technology junkie by day, and a deadly knife-throwing, throat punching assassin by night.

She is not known for her fashion sense and is bullied by her sisters for only wearing and owning pink clothes, and because of this obsession, we nicknamed her blossom.

This is the middle child in the Davis family, Marlayne Shelby, and she was the silent but deadly type of person. Marlayne only spoke when she had something important to say, and it was rare to hear her add her own two cents to a conversation. She lacks empathy, resulting in her being emotionally hardened, especially when she refuses to accept emotional responsibility for her actions.

Initially, Marlayne's personality is being erratic, spiteful, and vindictive. She wasn't afraid to stab someone first and never ask questions later, she was a Davis, and it was in their blood to have an aggressive and brutal nature. She made it her job to make people feel or look stupid in an attempt to set them on a self-destructive path, deliberately confusing others and their sense of values.

She can be just as bad as her sister when it comes to being Malevolent.

Although intelligent and calculating, Marlayne is reckless and impulsive, far more than Sabrina and Dakotah, but she never does anything to draw unwanted attention to herself.

She is an expert at Weapons, and just like her younger sister, she talks endlessly about the mass collection that she owns. Each of her babies had an exciting story on how she violently killed an Informant, and she is not afraid to try and relive the gruesome memories. Marlayne can wield and use any firearm that came into her possession with incredible skill. She is a sharpshooter and a terrific marksman, her shots capable of killing an opponent if she chooses.

Alongside being an expert at Weapons, she is also a master at Torture, taking great pleasure in causing pain to her victims to a whole different level, and because of this, her assassin's name is Killer.

Marlayne may be a crazy bitch who likes killing and torturing, but she loves all things sweet. There are times that she will be found surrounded by thousands of pieces of Candy stuffing her face, not caring about the bystanders watching her in shock, and because of this, we nicknamed her Candy.

Last is Bliss Valentine Davis, the eldest Davis sister and the third deadliest member in this organization. Being a Davis, she loved fighting, which wasn't unnatural for her and her sisters; it was in her blood to be a psycho maniac. What made Bliss different from her sisters was that Bliss liked to use her intellect to trick people into throwing the first punch. Bliss started by finding the flaws in her victim, making sure that she made them feel small, working her way to their lousy fashion sense, and so on. In a sense, she was mayhem to society, causing misfortune to her prey and a tremendous bitch, which would have resulted in many problems if she wasn't for her double-speaking her way out of situations.

Bliss has an IQ of 148, making her a genius, as well as a part of the top 0.1 percent of the world's most brilliant population. She has an eidetic memory, meaning that she can remember an exceedingly large amount of information with extraordinary detail. This, however, only definitely applies to information gathered visually, especially things she's read, as implied with the word eidetic. However, her ability to retain auditory information has been somewhat irregular. Despite that, Bliss has been able to perfectly recite speeches she hears, even when it was in a completely different language of which she didn't speak a word. Of course, we had to find the right name for Girl genius, and since we could never really agree on one, we just ended up calling her Temptress.

Bliss is the fashionista in the group and is known for only wearing name-brand articles of clothing. The funny thing about her was she was always wearing 6 inches heels and would not be caught dead in shoes or anything that didn't match her red lips. I had watched this girl fight a massive crowd of men in the woods for 2 hours, not once stumbling or tripping. They did not mix well with the earth if you knew anything about heels. They made it hard to walk, sinking the heels in their clutches, but that was never the case with Bliss. She was able to kick ass flawlessly without any problems, and I did not understand how she could do the things she does in them. On another note, with her being a Davis, Bliss had her younger sister's same quirk. She never wore anything that didn't match her Ruby red lips, which was why it was her signature look. In all, because of her lips always being painted red, we made sure to nickname her Ruby.

This adorable, brown-eyed baby boy is Nijel Izanami White, the youngest member of our family. Because he was the youngest, the other members took it upon themselves to cuddle and baby him as much as possible, and I was the guiltiest person when it came to these actions. I was the one that made him feel the safest, and because of me being the oldest and the leader of this family, it made sense that we would become the closest. Sometimes, he was a bit too shy to the point that he became too clingy, not willing to be by himself for too long, and when Nijel felt this way, he would grab the closest person to him, cuddling them all day, willing or not.

The group had voted to call him Bunny because of how adorable and fun-loving he was. Of course, he put up a big fight wanting to be called something manlier, but we all know he secretly loved it no matter how girly it sounded.

His inner evil persona is consistent with sadistic and destructive behavior toward others without remorse. It was a colossal problem that we have yet to fix, but I don't think we were all in a hurry to do so with our psychological functioning. Still, we are getting worried about his behavior because he has spent a disproportionate amount of time thinking up ways to hurt people. Countless times, I found him playing mind games with individuals to torture them emotionally, rendering them vulnerable and helpless while he had little or no guilt or conscience to help keep him in check. Because of how wicked he was in this stage; we name his assassin persona Reaper because he was a bringer of death and enjoyed the pain of others way too much.

Nijel was mechanically inclined, meaning that he could intuitively see how things work. He develops ingenious devices out of ordinary materials that are superficial yet highly helpful. Nijel can take unfamiliar items apart and put them back together again, so they work as well as or better than they initially did. On top of being good with tools and machinery, this boy is a master at tracking people and voice manipulation. I swear it might not sound like much to brag about but remember that when you hear this boy, mimic your voice correctly and flawlessly.

Last but not least is the latest member of our group and Nijel's twin brother Dakotah Duvan White. He is the complete opposite of his baby brother and acts more like the male version of Bliss.

He is a very moody person and can go from being a respectful gentleman to directly aggressive and malicious with a snap of his finger. Despite all this, He enjoys breaking the rules and is naturally very defiant, especially if his younger brother started the unruly behavior. He is not one to hesitate to get retribution on those who have caused him harm, plotting for months against any and every one that plans to invite him and his family to pain in death. Like the rest of his family, he does not do well with being one to forgive quickly, though he may pretend to do so if he is trying to further his goals of vengeance.

To sum it up, Dakotah can be described as cruel, sadistic, careless, paranoid, reckless, impulsive, short-tempered, aggressive, volatile, unpredictable, slightly unreasonable, narcissistic, manipulative, jealous, obsessive, and competitive.

Even though he knows his way around cars, Dakotah is best known for his more murderous talents and skills. He is an expert at Interrogating information out of our targets, using every means necessary to get what they were hiding. His twisted mind can devise many different scenarios to extract these details violently, and things get horrific in the torture room.

No one is known to survive more than a few minutes with him. People last even less when he decides to partner up with Marlayne. Together they could come up with hundreds of thousands of new gruesome and Brutal torture techniques to apply to their unlucky suspects during Interrogation. Alongside that, he has mastered five different fighting techniques. To name a few fighting styles, he knows Boxing, Kung Fu, Karate, jiujitsu, and Taijutsu, making him the second most dangerous assassin in our organization, respectively getting the nickname Hunter.

Unlike Nijel, he likes to use his size to pick on not only his brother but everyone that thinks it is a good idea to piss him off. As I said, he is a sarcastic asshole, and he makes it his business to bully people that he doesn't like, and that's just about 99.9% of the world. Of course, we are the .1% that he doesn't pick on, but there are moments when we are not safe from his personality.

Unlike the baby bunny, we couldn't name Dakotah anything cute, so we ended up calling him Raedwolf.

A few things that make the twins alike is that they both have an unhealthy obsession with being clingy and cuddly. It was kind of adorable when Dakotah stopped being his aggressive self to seek us out, spending hours cuddling and watching movies. Sometimes he would cuddle with one of us because he felt unworthy and self-

loathing, and he didn't want to be left alone with those emotions.

It was not unusual for us to see, but onlookers were weirded out by him being taken over by his cheerful personality, and I didn't blame them; it was a sight to see.

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I shook my head as I remembered that I was dealing with sociopathic murders, and they weren't afraid of anything but me. It did not matter what happened to them; they would not crack under any pressure. They could be staring down the barrel of a gun with the straightest face that they could make.

"We didn't mean to surprise you like this, Alpha. We honestly thought that you would be expecting us, "Nijel said as he shuffled a little bit in his place on the couch.

"If we knew that you were going to almost shoot us with you Glock again, we would have made sure to try to get in touch with you before you came, and we would have done so if we had our phones. We didn't know what we were going to do when we noticed that you weren't home, and it was a no-brainer that we rather are warm than cold."

I wasn't furious at any of them, but I knew that Nijel was scared that I was, and with him slowly driving himself into a panic. It was only a matter of time before tears started to develop in his eyes, and nobody wanted an upset Bunny.

Even though he was close to tears at the thought, he was still the only brave one out of all of them to speak to me. They all knew how I usually get when I am angry, and they were pathetically scared and thought they would be safe if they threw the prey to the predictor.

I laughed because they had somehow tricked this boy into feeding himself to the wolf. And it was funny that he did not comprehend what they had made him do unintentionally.

" We ended up getting your message," Bliss spoke up as Nijel looked like he was at the point of breaking.

"We had confronted our so-called mother about the situation, and things did not go smoothly, might I add," Sabrina continued after Bliss she opened up a bag of chips, stuffing a hand full into her mouth.

She drew her body back into Dakotah, bringing the bag of chips closer to her body and away from the grabby hands of Marlayne, who was trying to reach over Nijel to get the salty treat inside.

Marlayne huffed at the stinginess of the middle child, " She became furious that we believed you over her, but she ended up telling us all that we needed to know after Bliss and Sabrina tore down her confidence. It was a beautiful show to observe, and I may even say that it was an incredible masterpiece."

" Kicked us out of the house and told us that we were never allowed to step foot into it ever again without the police getting involved. Was claiming to get a restraining order against us," Bliss finished snatching the bag of chips from Sabrina, throwing it to Marlayne, who cheered in victory.

I raised my eyebrow at this because I knew what kind of person their mother was, and she wasn't a good one, especially if she was going to continue throwing her kids out when things were not going her way. It was customary for her to throw a temper tantrum, and with her throwing them out, I knew that it was only a matter of time before she would try to find where they were located, dragging them back into that hell hole to restart the chain all over again.

"Same thing had happened to us," Dakotah spoke, leaning back into the couch pulling Sabrina with him.

"Nijel and I didn't even make it onto the front steps before we had things thrown at us by our father. I got the message as clear as day when he threw his 65 inches Samsung Tv at my head, and I was lucky to get out of that situation without a scratch."

"This situation makes things easier on us now that you guys are here. We need to start preparing for the retaliation from your parents, "I said as I opened my arms for Nijel, and he didn't waste time before he quickly flew his way into them.

"Then it's a good thing Bliss had thought about pushing for us to be emancipated months ago. She thought that if we were ever to get back together, it would be a good idea to get as far away from them as possible from their clutches. Especially since the younger 2 are still under 18 years old and could be shipped back to their adoptive family without us being able to do anything. It took me forever to get it done with all the interruptions that I faced, but I got it done and was approved in the end without anyone being the wiser. Our parents can't do anything now because the paper is permanent. Even If they tried to fight the legal system, they would fail in trying to change our status," Sabrina calmly said, picking at her pink manicured nails.

Bliss was my second in command when making life-changing decisions and being the most intelligent tool in the shed. I trusted every judgment that she made. With me being hours away in another state, I knew that if she had commanded Sabrina to make us emancipated, there was an excellent explanation for why she did this but not without thinking it through, and it seemed to have been a good call on her part.

I smiled as I knew that her quick thinking ahead had benefitted us in a way that she had probably already included into the calculations of her pros and cons, making my plans semi-obsolete.

I did not mind; it just meant that we were ahead of schedule, which was the progress that I liked to see.

I beamed a small smile at Nijel because I knew that Bliss had commanded Sabrina to start this paperwork the day I left Jacksonville, and I could tell that Sabrina did a significant amount of work to get it done in time. She would have had to falsify signatures, and after that, she would have to get the paper through the legal system without anyone seeing them or flagging the document, all not easy tasks to accomplish.

"Good seems like you guys have been keeping occupied," I stated as I ran my fingers through Nijel's hair.

I began to think of everything that needed to be done by the end of this week, and I signed because there was enough time. There was also the fact that I had five teenagers now staying in my house, and I wouldn't be able to keep an eye on them because of school.

"Sabrina, I need you to transfer everyone's records from the school in Jacksonville to the one here in Forks in the morning. After you finish with that, I would like it if you splurged and made this house more tech-savvy, making sure that you buy surveillance cameras for both the inside and outside of the properties. I don't want anyone to think that they could waltz into this house without us knowing about it. Just be mindful that I own 5 acres of land, so if you go in the woods, bring back up," I started thinking of what else I could have her doing.

I shook my head because all I needed to do was make sure that I was keeping them busy, and if I missed out on anything, Bliss would make sure to improve the list that I had given them.

" What's the limit that I can spend to make all this happen," She asked cheerfully, making me shudder in fear.

When I say that the Davis sisters get scary when spending money on their passions, I am not exaggerating. If I did not limit how much money they were allowed to spend well, nothing would happen because more money was being transferred in our bank accounts than they had time to transfer out.

I'm not lying once the Twins went down to the Headquarters of Merriam-webster to meet with them to add or change the definition of excessive shopaholics, possibly correcting the mistake in the dictionary. They almost got the company president to change the meaning to the Davis sister, but the girls threatened to sue them if the company even thought about it.

"With how big this property is, I would say that you can spend about 8 thousand dollars taking into consideration your gaming and Hacking setup," I watched as she quickly grabbed the backpack she had brought from Jacksonville.

She dug around, pulling out her pink laptop getting started on her task.

With her small-time limit, I knew that she had a lot to get done to make this house so safe that not even a vampire would be able to get in without us knowing, which is why I had given her a lot of money to spend, but it was also not that much. I knew that we might one day have a search warrant coming our way with the forks police because of our parents. I knew they wouldn't get anything because she would be putting a false computer into her room for gaming purposes and another one hidden in a secret area for illegal activities.

"Even though the house is fully furnished, it is still lacking a few things to make it feel like a home, and since I have no time to do it myself. Bliss, I need you to go shopping.

I mentally groaned as I watched her swiftly change her body posture from slouching to straight, giving her the posture of a soldier waiting on orders from a higher-up officer.

"Go around the house and make a list of what you think we might need that we do not have already. When you are done doing that, you can go and buy all the crap on that list and help everyone else buy clothes and furniture for their rooms, but only after they are done with their task. I know that there is going to be a lot of things for you to do, but I know that you will get everything done even with the short time frame."

" Limit?" She requested, snatching up a pen and paper from Sabrina's backpack.

I rolled my eyes at her rudeness, "Do not spend more than 2 million dollars on the house and half that on the clothes and furniture. The house has five bedrooms and 4 1/2 bathrooms, an attic accessible by the main staircase, a basement accessible only from the hidden passageway, a kitchen, dining room, two living rooms, and a treehouse in the backyard."

" What is the living situation in the treehouse. Does it have access to plumbing, electricity, and water," Bliss asked furiously, scribbling down on the piece of paper.

" There are three bedrooms in the treehouse with a living room and kitchen. It does have plumbing, electricity, and water. Why, what were you thinking of doing."

Bliss did not answer but continued to scribble on her paper, raising her pointer finger on her right hand.

I nodded at her, continuing to give orders to the rest of the family.

" The basement is enormous and empty, and I don't have a use for it at the moment. It wasn't put in with the square footage of the house, not even as an added feature. I asked the realtor about it, and she knew nothing about there being a basement, which means it was put in illegally. There's a little hidden passageway that we can use to access it, and it is tough to find unless you knew what you were looking for," I said, catching not only Marlayne attention but Dakotah's' as well.

"We can make use of the area as much as possible while at the same time not trying to crowd the space. We could put Sabrina's hacking set up down on one side of the room farthest away from the entrance. On the same side, near the door, we can make a weapons wall, which means we will have to go to our storage unit in Jacksonville. We are going to have to haul ass to get our weapons back this way without getting caught," Dakotah got up, pacing back and forth while he was taking trying to figure out the layout of the basement without knowing what it looked like or how big it was.

At the same time, he was trying to plan how to get everything here and not get himself caught.

I loved what he was doing because I didn't have to give him a task. After all, Dakotah was already doing it himself. If things go south or if he complained that he had too much work, Dakotah couldn't use me overworking him as an excuse.

"If we have enough space, we can build a silent proof chamber down there for interrogation. If someone tried to come after us, we could have a good area that wouldn't be open. We might also build a training time area to help keep our skills in tip-top shape," Neji stated, catching what Dakotah was going and making sure that he added his two cents to the conversation.

"Marlayne.... Dakotah, do you think you can handle this task." They look at each other before they nod in agreement.

"What about me, Alpha? What am I supposed to do when everyone is busy?"

He squeezed me tighter giving me his famous puppy dog eyes.

"For you, Bunny boy, I need you to go into town to buy new cars for everyone and make sure that they are fast enough to get away from the cops if need be. I don't want to stand out in this town but go flashy if nothing is good enough. I will take it just as long as we all have transportation," I said, looking up at him placing a kiss on his cheek.

" If you can't find any that you like in town, have someone help you order them online."

"I'm your guy, Alpha, sir," he said as he quickly saluted me and jumped into Sabrina's lap, cuddling into her.

Sabrina tried to push him away as she was still madly typing away on her computer, but he was having none of that. He grabbed her laptop and chucked it at Dakotah before manhandling her into a tight hug.

'Are you done planning over there Bliss," She looked up from the paper looking it over before she handed it to Dakotah, and from there, each member got a chance to looked at the paper getting passed around.

"First, I concluded to fully use all the space that we have to the fullest, we need to figure out if anyone wants to live in the treehouse or not. If all of us wants to live in the house, then that means that one of us will have to live in the attic, which I wouldn't mind taking."

" I wouldn't mind living in the treehouse with Nijel, and it would get us away from living in a house full of females but give us a chance to have a place for just the guys and a place for just the girls," Dakotah said.

We all looked at him, surprised that he wanted his own space.

"That would work then for what I had planned next since it leaves us with three rooms to do with as we please. The extra living room can be turned into a media room since it has double doors, and it's also the only other room other than the bedrooms that are soundproof. Alpha, do you mind if we take two bedrooms that are close together and make it into a large walk-in closet for us all. That way, we can use our closets in our rooms for other purposes."

Everyone looked in my direction, and I thought about it, but I knew it wouldn't be a good idea.

" No use the attic instead of wasting two rooms to make a walk-in closet. The attic is like its own floor; it has five rooms in one, which gives us even more room for clothes, shoes, etc. This means that you would have to make do with one of the four other rooms in the house, and we might need to use that last room as an art or guest room."

She huffed at me, ruing her chances at having the largest room in the house.

I knew after all was said in done, I was going to have to get that damn DNA test, but with everything that we were trying to get done, it was going to have to wait. For now, I think it might be best to hold off on doing that for a while until things calmed down and everyone was settled in.

" I talked to the Chief of the Quileute tribe, and Billy Black wants us to do a DNA test to make sure that we're a Native," I said.

A very long pregnant pause went through the room, everything coming to a halt. No one said anything, and I don't think they knew what to. I felt that this was tough for them to take in, especially Nijel.

" I think we should take things at our own pace. Hold off on trying to do what the old man says," Dakotah said after a while, interrupting the silence.

"I mean, I don't know about any of you, but there is only so much I could take from people I don't know. They can be related to me all want, but they will catch this attitude and maybe these hands if they think of trying something. I'm good at knowing that I actually have a brother and now a sister to watch my back. That's not counting the three maniacs that I love like they were blood. We don't know these fools, and we can't trust them with shit until we know what their motive is"

"Yea, I agree with Dakotah," Bliss said," We have each other, and that's all we need. We had acted like a family before any of us knew that we were related to each other. All the time when we were getting picked on by jealous bitches. We don't need them to be happy then, and we sure do not need them now."

I looked around the room and was not surprised that we agreed with what was just said.

" Well, since we got a busy schedule for the next week, I say we all turn in for the night," Sabrina said as she let out a yawn," I don't know about yawl, but I have been running on hardly any sleep all the way here."

"Ohhh, let's make a fort and sleep together like old-time," said Nijel as he started to jump around the room in excitement.

It put a smile on my face as I saw him hop around it's been a while since I had seen it, a warm and fuzzy feeling running through my body.

"Yeah, sure, let me grab some blankets and pillows," I said as I got out of my seat, "Maybe after everything is done at the end of this week, we can all go down to La Push. They have a beach, and we can maybe do something like cliff diving."

" Hell yeah," yelled Dakotah," You guys know I love the water. Maybe we could make this a huge family outing. It's been forever since the last time we had one, and after having a troubling weekend, we might need it. "

Before I could move, he grabbed me around the waist and started to give me a nudge. I silently laughed at my brother and tried to get him off of me.

"Sure, I could do with a tan," Bliss said with a smile.

With that, I searched for enough blankets and pillows for us all to sleep on.

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A/N: So, before you began, I just wanted to apologize because I didn't expect this Chapter to be so long. I hope you enjoy this Chapter because it took me a long time to redo.

Word Count 64o1

#twilight saga #bella swan #paul lohote #quil ateara #the twilight saga #jacob black #edward cullen

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10,000 Hours

Pairing: Isabella Swan x Paul Lahote x Quil Ateara

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 6

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Paul Pov.

I tiredly made my way to Jacob's house with my pack brothers. It has been an exhausting day. It started with Sam, Jared, and I working on fixing my house and finished up with chasing down a red-headed leach. I was tired of this leach getting away all the god damn time. I don't understand how the bitch is getting away from six overgrown wolves. So far, we could chase her off our land, but she keeps coming back, and no one in the pack could comprehend why.

Hopefully, we could get her soon cause the bloodsucker was seriously messing with my love life with my imprint and imprintee Quil Ateara.

Since we have caught her smell every other fucking day, the two of us couldn't have any one at one time. It hasn't been that long since we have imprinted on each other, almost about three weeks tomorrow if I could remember right. We imprinted not even an hour into Quil transforming into a wolf, and let me tell you; it astounded everyone. Since then, we have needed to train the three pups, keep patrols around our territory and maintain our regular life; getting to know my imprint is slowly becoming non-existent. That's not adding the chasing that we had with the red-haired leech taking more time away then before.

After we Imprinted on each other, no one could believe that this could happen and didn't know what to make of the situation. It was very rare for a generation of warriors to find their soul mate, many never finding the one our ancestors selected to be with us. The last pack that was alive had four members, and none of them found their imprint. Before that, there was a group of eight, and the result was that only one wolf had imprinted.

Our group had consisted of six members, and 4 of us had found our soulmates. It was a surprise that something so rare was not looking so rare anymore, but the weirdest thing was my situation.

Our ancestors invented imprinting for their warriors to help them find the one person to help calm their fighter's inner beast. An imprint was an important asset because they were the best match to their wolf, a yin to their yang. It was also said that with every human mate that entered the pack, the stronger that bloodline became, strengthening the next generation of wolves.

That's why it surprised the pack that Quil and I imprinted on each other because there was no way for us to strengthen the future generation being two male wolves. Still, we will never know because other warriors didn't write down much of anything like most of the things we know, resulting in holes in our shifter history.

I looked up as I felt like someone was watching me, but there was a little voice in my head that was yelling at me to find the source. It was important for me to do as they task and if I failed to do so that I would regret not listening.

As soon as I had looked up, my eyes locked on the most beautiful woman that I have ever had the chance of looking at. She was at least 5'5, and that was not counting the 3-inch heels that she was wearing.

I darted my eyes up and down her body, making sure to take in her every detail, and I liked what was standing in front of me. She may be short, but she had all the right curves and all the right places and legs that went for miles which I cherished in a woman.

I continued to check her, making sure to imprint this goddess into my brain, but soon I sucked in a breath as my eye got sucked into her honey brown ones transporting me in a daze.

Imprinting was not love at first sight, really. It's more like... gravity moves... suddenly. It's not the earth holding me here anymore; she does... I was becoming whatever she needed me to be, whether that's a protector, a lover, or a friend.

While I was stuck in the loop of imprinting, I started to see what my life could be like with her added to my future. The events that I was seeing were as clear as day; there was one where there were a group of kids...our kids running around a big house, but the weird thing was she was standing there looking very pregnant laughing as she watched Quil and I fight in our wolf forms.

Before I could get a look at the kid's faces, the vision pushed me to another sight in less than a few seconds, but this time I looked younger in this one than the last. In that one, Quil and I were standing at the end of an aisle wearing suits watching as she was walking toward us in a wedding dress. Like the last vision, as soon as I was getting comfortable, the image cleared up, and I snapped out of the daze I was in.

During that time, I had just looked at my new imprint confused, but at that moment, it didn't matter to me because I had someone else that would stick with me through thick and thin.

I observed as she got into her car with her friend and drove off into the distance. The farther her truck got, the more I could feel my inner wolf start to panic, and I was beginning to show what he was feeling onto my face.

This mate wasn't a part of the supernatural world, and she couldn't protect herself if things got tough. She was fully human, and he didn't know how to act, and I could feel myself start to grow worried because there was no one to protect her.

I began to think of all the possibilities of her getting hurt, especially with the redhead mosquito still being on the loose. I was also scared because I didn't know the identity of my female imprinted, but seeing as she came out of Jacob's house, Billy Black could quickly fix the problem.

" Who the hell was that" Sam said as he resumed walking towards Jacob's house. I knew we were all curious, but no one was more curious than Quil and me.

"I don't know, but that girl was hot as hell," Jared said as he chuckled but was quickly shut down as both Quil and I growled at him, our bodies shaking at the same time.

Everything stopped, and no one made a move, and no one spoke a word as they watched the both of us in curiosity.

" Nobody phase," Sam said, using his Alpha voice as he realized that we were close to shifting on the spot.

I have been known to be a hothead, it was nothing new to the pack, but for Quil to be mad, they were at a loss of what was happening. Of course, our bodies calm down to a light trimmer, and out the corner of my eye, I could see Billy wheel himself out of the house and making his way towards us.

" What is wrong with the two of you," Sam asked as he looked at Quil and me multiple times. I, of course, did not say anything and just looked off to the side. I wasn't known for depositing out my feelings to people, so I bumped Quil with my shoulder. He took one look at me before he guessed what I wanted him to do. It took a while for him to get the words he wanted to say, and the pack waited for him to say something. Whatever came from his mouth signified the opposite of what I thought was going to come out of his mouth.

" Is there such thing as two male wolves, Imprinting on not just each other but a human female? Cause, if so, I need you to sign both Paul and me up for the form, please," Quil said like he was having a normal-ish conversation with the queen of England.

I looked at him as if he was the weirdest person that could live on the face of the earth. But then again, that was a little less extreme compared to half the shit that comes out of that boy's mouth. I could see that no one had a clue what to make of what had just been told to them. Even Billy was lost for words on what to say.

That did not make things any better cause that man knows every legend there was about this tribe.

"How is this possible? There has never been anything remotely close to what the two of you are going through," Sam expressed, frustrated as he looked to Billy to confirm. Sam had a right to be worried. If I didn't feel like a freak right now, I would be laughing my ass off.

" Besides that, Sam, there has never been a pale face that has been imprinted in our tribe's history. How the hell is this fair that these two get to imprint twice, might I add, but I can't even imprint on Bella," Whined Jacob as he too looked at his father for answers.

What Jacob had said was right because this situation was messed up and unnatural.

" I have no idea, I have been looking through the legends with the other Elders for the past few weeks, but we have come up with nothing so far," He said as he started to wheel himself back into his house," It might be best if you let us continue our search. I'll, or the other Elders will tell you what we know when we find it. In the meantime, you should go and see who those females were."

" Do you not know who they are Dad," Jacob said as we all watched his father make it up the ramp of their house.

" I have no idea, Jacob," He said," All they wanted was directions to get back to Forks." With that, we watched as he went into the house, but something in me told me not to trust him.

Call it what you will, but something wasn't sitting right with the way he was acting, and looking around, I could see that I wasn't the only one that wasn't believing his Bullshit. I have known that man all my life, and I knew when he was lying or not, and I didn't need my enhanced hearing to hear his heart skipping a beat when he was lying.

"So..." Jared said as he started to make his way back into the woods catching all of their attention, "Should we see if we could track them down before they get too far or what."

We all looked at each other before we started sprinting to the woods pushing each other in the process. As soon as we hit the edge of the woods, we shifted on the spot. We didn't bother caring about not having our shorts for later.

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Angela and I walk down the beach in silence, picking up small shells here and there. I didn't know what was going through her head at the moment, but I wanted to. I knew that it wasn't something she wanted to talk about, but it might make her feel better.

" So what happened back at school today," I asked as I saw a cute purple and black seashell in the sand. As soon as I had let out my question, I noticed Angela's body freeze, but as soon as it happened, it quickly went away.

"It's Ben," She said after a pregnant amount of silence," He decided that I wasn't good enough for him anymore."

I wasn't surprised in the sense that he wanted nothing to do with her but not in the same way he thought. She was a cute and innocent woman, and ben was an ass who I knew for a fact was running off his hormones.

"Well, in my option, you are too good for him anyway, Angela. You have everything...." I was cut off by an Angry Angel.

" But I'm not," She said as she chucked a shell back into the ocean.

" I couldn't be everything that he needed. He said that I was too pure for him and that he was sick of not getting sex from this relationship. Of course, silly Angela didn't think that he was for real, and what do I get for being naïve and stupid."

She laughed as she stopped walking, looking into the ocean as if it had the answers to all her life's problems.

"He decided to break up with me and sleep with fucking disease carriers 1 and 2," She said as she turned to face me," I'm not sad anymore like I was at school. Hell, I'm angrier that I spent so much time and energy into dating him just for him to jump the first girl he sees."

I nodded my head, understanding where she was coming from. I could tell that she wanted to say more, but I knew I needed to make her feel better.

"Don't overthink anything, Angela. You deserve someone who would treat you like the apple in his eye. We both do, but you know what. Take this as a lesson," I said as I started to walk again with more pep in my step.

"At least I know what kind of girl Bens' is into. God makes me glad I never gave myself to him. I might have caught something with the way he looks at Lauren and Jessica," Angela said as she followed me laughing. I bumped my shoulder into hers as I, too, started to laugh alongside her.

"Just be patient, girl," I said after we both calmed down," Mr. Right is out there somewhere looking for us. I don't know about you, but I think I wait for him to come to me."

Angela and I continued to walk down the beach a little bit more in silence. While we walked, I could help but feel that I needed to keep myself on guard. I liked Angela, and I did not want anything Fucking with her, Especially Ben, Mike, Jessica, and Lauren. Something in my gut told me that I would have to watch the four of them in the next few weeks, knowing that they would cause drama.

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Word Count:2497

A/n: Thanks for reading

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Eight

Pairing: Isabella Swan x Paul Lahote x Quil Ateara

Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 10

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Mysterious Pov

I sat on my throne, surrounded by a few of my in-laws, impatiently waiting for them to give me some kind of hope...any hope or sign that they had found my long-lost son Ambrose and his guardian Nybras.

He has been missing for well over two thousand years, and I was becoming impatient and concerned with how he could keep himself hidden from me for so long.

I understood that with all that had to happen, he made it his mission to stop anyone from finding his whereabouts, even with the most complex tracking spells, but it was getting frustrating that he wouldn't allow those in his own coven to locate him.

The threat that had fallen onto Ambrose had all been but eradicated, and with that, I felt that it was time for him to come home and take his rightful place as the crown prince.

But like I said, I understood his and his guardian's reasoning because they didn't know who had survived the attack and had not gotten stuck inside the enemy's cursed spell.

" Have you found anything, Prudence," I asked one of my most trusted advisors, losing my patience the more that they were in my presence?

Prudence and the rest were trying their hardest to accomplish what I asked them to do, not because I was as close as they got to a coven leader at the time with my wife frozen in time.

No, it was because they thought they had failed my wife by not lifting the curse that they had been painstakingly trying to lift with all their might.

I'm not going to lie.

Their devotion to their coven leader was no surprise to me, but I found that sometimes they overdid the spellcasting to the point that they exhausted all their magic.

I regret to say that it was too large of a mission for them to accomplish, I guess because the spell was casted by someone with a tremendous amount of power which meant that anyone that wasn't on the same level or greater could not remove said spell.

With a group of witches and warlocks that were trying with all their might to do so, the person had to be the most powerful witch in the world, which meant that things so far have been a waste of time.

It was why I first had to order them to try to fix our fallen comrades because I had faith that a coven could remove it, which, like I mentioned before, was a bust.

After killing many Bennett and Northan witches, I switched my focus to my missing son in hopes that he was powerful enough to remove the spell instead, but I could not find the child who was not lying frozen in his bed.

Three witches and a dozen warlocks had managed to survive the Bennett massacre, and they were the last of the Higgenbotham that were still able to use sorcery.

I snapped out of my pity party, watching as Prudence and her sisters continued to join hands, looking up at the sky with their eyes closed, chanting a spell repetitively under their breath into the night.

"Parla con me,

Parla con me perché sono pronto per essere guidato.

Parla con me,

Parlami, Antenati, perché ho bisogno di essere confidato.

Parla con me,

Parla con me perché un membro della congrega è perso.

Parla con me,

Parla con me perché sono disposto a trovarli a qualunque costo."

As the words continued to be chanted by the sisters, the warlocks standing on the outskirts of the sister's circle started to burn Dragon's Blood incense which they were using to encourage their ancestors to give up the location of Ambrose.

The longer they chanted, the more I started to notice that it looked like there was a force pushing down on the girl's arms, making it harder for them to keep them raised in their position.

Nevertheless, they continued to push past the pain they were experiencing and continued with the chanting, not bothering them that they were going too far.

I became worried that they were pushing too hard and the sensations I was feeling were becoming warranted because blood was starting to make an appearance slowly leaking down Dorcas's nose.

I stood up out of my seat as I saw that the girl's eyes snapped open, rolling to the back of their heads.

At the same time that the girl's eyes had changed position was when the candles around the room blew out, leaving a chilling atmosphere in its wake.

I wrapped my arms around my body and watched in anticipation because not only were they chanting a new spell that they had created last week, but this was the first time their eyes had successfully got pushed back like that.

It was a sign that things were looking up for us and that the sisters were looking at visions that hopefully had to do with the prince.

Everything continued in slow motion as the candles lit back up by themselves and the warlocks decided that this was their chance to join in with the sister's chant, but the words being said had changed this time.

"Senti le nostre grida,

Senti le nostre grida, Antenato, perché se è così, allora si presenta l'occasione?

Senti le nostre grida,

Senti le nostre grida per aiutare il sangue del tuo sangue a trovare il bambino scomparso?

Senti tutte le nostre grida per trovare il membro della congrega scomparso che appartiene alla famiglia con cui una volta hai lanciato incantesimi?

Senti le nostre grida,

Senti le nostre grida, Antenato, perché la loro anima grida di essere di nuovo integra e di unirsi alla magia della sua famiglia?"

I watched suspiciously as the new chant made the map in the middle of the sister's circle start to light on fire by itself like the candles did, but this time, the fire was not already ignited.

The fire started on the edges of the map, slowly taking its time to burn inwards, stopping at some points and moving on its own to other parts, taking the time to leave nothing in its wake until a single portion was left in the wreckage.

Everything came to a stop as the spell came to an end, and I stood in place, waiting for everyone to get there barring.

The point of the spell was to find the location of a missing coven member and try to look into their past and present if, by chance, it became impossible to do the previous part of the spell, the casters were able to see where the missing person was previously located.

The sister's eyes went back to normal as they released each other's hands, taking the time to grab their barring on reality, taking the help of a few warlocks to steady themself.

Pulis walked over to them, grabbing the leftover map piece off the ground and handing it to Prudence.

" Yes, sir, but it's not the results that you were looking for when we started," she said as she looked over the results of the ritual.

"What do you mean by that, Prudence? What the hell did the spell give you?"

Everyone sucked in a massive gulp of air at the thought of their efforts going to waste.

There was too much magic being used in the last 2 thousand years and spells being created to have no results, making them lose the last sliver of hope they had today.

The sisters read the room and stepped forward, grabbing everyone's attention.

" It seems that we were unable to locate the prince or his guardian, but we were thrown into a vision of another blood relative that is close to Ambrose," said Dorcas, looking at me in frustration.

I looked at her confused," Are you saying that he had sire children?"

"Yes, that is exactly what I am trying to say. There were complications with the blood of my prince and his offspring, and none came into their creature inheritance, which is a bummer because without awakening your genes, they could not call forth their magic. It remained recessive from the first child he conceived to the last many times over great-grandchild."

Some whispers ran through the room at the news of the prince still being alive and having offspring that we could have used to help track the prince.

I could see how everyone was talking to each other that they wished the spell was thought of before today, and maybe, just maybe, the prince would have been with his family.

I was disappointed that my species genetics were causing complications with the blood of my wife's blood, and I could tell that it was bothering everyone else that no magic bearers had conspired from the prince's offspring.

"These spirits concluded that there were requirements for the beast and magic inside to activate at the same time without killing the prince's offspring. No one up until recently had checked off the requirements that have been put in place, making everyone in his bloodline human."

I sighed at the bad and good news I was receiving because I hoped they had found some good information that I could actually be 100% happy about.

" That doesn't mean that we didn't find a few in his bloodline that slipped through the cracks," continued Agatha as she whipped up the blood from around Dorcas's nose.

Everyone cheered at the news that Agatha had just told us, excited that more coven members were joining the family.

I couldn't help but let a chuckle escape my lips in triumph that not only was my son still alive, but I had grandchildren that had my gene activated.

"There seemed to be three siblings that are at the brick of coming into their creature inheritance, and with what we had seen of the past and present, we were able to witness that the eldest will be the most powerful Higgenbotham that has ever lived," Dorcas said.

Someone gave her a pencil and paper to draw on to quickly sketch out the offspring before the image of their faces disappeared from her mind. It was one of the many skills that she had that separated her from her sisters, and I was glad that she had picked it up over the years.

This meant that she was using more of her magic than the rest of the Higgenbotham.

"Were you able to track their location," another warlock named Birch asked the sisters, but it resulted in said girls frowning.

"We didn't get a precise location to where they were living, but we were able to locate them living somewhere in Washington. Like I said, the oldest is very powerful, and even without training, they were able to kick us back into our bodies before we had a chance to get more details. If we had looked for descendants of the prince when we first started, we would have been able to locate them years ago."

Silence pledged the room as the information sunk into everyone.

They were so close to getting their hands on a new family member, but at the same time, they were so far away from turning things back to normal.

I started to think of what steps I wanted to take further since I was given a new insight into our situation and concluded that I needed to be fast.

I knew that my in-laws were drained after working so hard for the past thousand years, but I needed them to do one more thing for me before releasing them to heal their magic for the next few months, "How much magic do all of you have left? Do you have enough to maybe cast one more spell?"

I listened to my twenty or so in-laws who murmured out responses all at once, but there were only a few that I understood.

" Enough to cast one more spell."

" I have no more to give, sorry."

" More than 25% of my magic is still available to use before I am empty."

I sighed, pleased they had enough magic to do what I was thinking of doing. I hoped that what I was thinking of doing would later help them into their creature inheritance before it even happened.

"Prudence, Agatha, I need you to do me a little favor that should make their transition into our world a little easier," I said as I sat back into my throne, a smirk finding its way onto my face.

They walked up to their substitute Coven leader, waiting for me to give them directives on what I wanted them to do.

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A/N: So, at the bottom, the last chant might not make sense, but that's only because I google translated the chant into its new language, and I forgot to put the actual script to the side. So, I am sorry for the butcher translation, and I hoped that I could put it back to what I typed it.

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Google translate spell #1:

Speak with me,

Speak with me because I am ready to be guided.

Speak with me,

Speak with me, Ancestors, because I need to be confided.

Speak with me,

Speak with me because a coven member is lost.

Speak with me,

Speak with me because I am willing to find them at any cost.

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Google translate spell #2:

"Hear our cries,

Hear our cries, Ancestor, for if so, then the opportunity arises?

Hear our cries,

Hear our cries to help the blood of your blood find the missing child?

Do you hear all our cries to find the missing coven member who belongs to the family you once cast spells with?

Hear our cries,

Hear our cries, Ancestor, because their souls wail to be whole again and join the magic of its family? "

#twilight #bella swan #the twilight saga #quil ateara #paul lohote

[sashawhite1]

The Truth Untold

Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 9

Pairing: Isabella Swan x Paul Lahote x Quil Ateara

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A/N: So, I made a Poll on quotev, and if you have the time, you can follow the extended link at the bottom of this chapter. The purpose of the poll is to come up with two-thirds of the genes running through Bella and the twins. If you are interested and have the time, I would appreciate the help and input.

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Pairing: Isabella Swan x Paul Lahote x Quil Ateara

Chapter 1  Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

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Isabella Swan Pov

" You got to be kidding me, Bella. There is no way that that shit is real," Sabrina yelled as she rolled her eyes at me.

" You want us to believe that vampires walk the earth among us without humans knowing of their existence.....HAHAHA......This joke is not funny, Alpha, and there is no way that what you are saying is remotely true. The supernatural world is an enigma that you are trying to pass on to us as a joke to get back at us for all the times we rebelled over the years."

I sighed and rubbed my face with my right hand, exhausted by the lengths I would take to protect my family.

I had decided that I needed to tell them everything that I knew of this new world that I found myself being a part of for the last seven months. It wasn't because I was scared that a vampire might still be chasing after me because of the James fiasco that happened five months ago. If Victoria ended up coming with the bright idea to eliminate those that I care about, well, just in case, the team would know the possible danger surrounding this town and me.

Even if Victoria wasn't after me, there were many more human drinkers than animal drinkers, so the danger was still at large, and knowing what a vampire looks like was better than continuing being in the dark about them.

If only the gang would believe me like they usually do instead of fighting and undermining my words for the past two hours, which was way too long. Maybe then we could get on with the rest of our lives and start planning an assassination gig that we have coming up.

I took a deep breath, trying and failing not to lose my shit at how difficult they were being. I understood that this made no sense to them because they were never a part of this world, to begin with, but this was overkill.

I've always been the type of person to be careful and skeptical when in a new environment. It's how I was able to find out about Cullen's secret so easily and fast, something that has helped me survive thus far, and why I'm such a good leader.

" Ruby, I'm not joking around here," I moaned, knowing that the only way for them to believe me, is with proof, and it was a good thing that I had just an item that might persuade them.

"When have you ever known me to lie to you guys about something. Would I put this much effort into trying to get you to take this seriously, especially if I was joking around with you?"

I knew that it wasn't my place to be spilling the Cullens secret out to other humans, but I couldn't help it. I've known these guys for as long as I can remember, and we've done and seen things that nobody should experience or live past.

We've had each other backs in the stickiest situation, so of course, I was loyal to them like they are with me.

I couldn't just sit by and not let them be a part of this new world without me.

I couldn't keep something this important, and maybe life-threatening, that could endanger their lives.

" I think Bella is telling the truth," Sabrina stated, catching all of our attention.

" You do," declared Dakotah looking confused about how she could believe such a ridiculous thing.

Sabrina smirked at me, flipping the pages of her book, "Yeah. Didn't I tell you guys that I was half fairy?"

I picked up the first thing that I could get my hands on, which happened to be a book on the coffee table, and I chucked it at her, hoping to hit Sabrina in the face with it.

It ended up missing her and hitting the wall behind.

I hated when she tried to be a smart ass like this when I was trying to be serious.

"I'm trying to be sincere here," I screamed at them, getting up off the couch.

I recognize that it was time to use extreme tactics, and these measures were something that I had a hard time not getting caught doing by a bunch of vampires.

It wasn't easy to calculate my chances of success with them not seeing the cameras, but I ended up getting the results I needed.

" Wait here for a second," I indicated as I made my way up to my bedroom.

As soon as I made it to my room, I ran over to my bed and lifted the mattress.

Under it was a black and blue hollowed-out book that kept all of my secrets for the past few months.

Inside the book were pictures of Edward and his family and a DVD.

As I left my room to go back to the living room, I made sure to go to Sabrina's room to grab her laptop.

I headed back downstairs and to the living room, not knowing what this evidence might cause.

Sitting back down in the seat that I was priorly sitting in, I held the two items close to my chest.

I sat the laptop next to me and picked up the book taking out the pictures I had taken or stolen from the Cullens house.

I spread them out on the coffee table and let them examine the images while I set up the laptop.

Before, I, too, sat it on the coffee table to be looked at after they looked at the pictures.

Marlayne grabbed a picture looking at it in stunned," They look so inhumanly beautiful."

" Being extremely beautiful is one of the things that is added to a vampire while they are under the change, and unlike an ability, all vampires have enhanced beauty, hearing, speed, strength, unnatural eyes, and a hunger for blood. Everything that makes them into monsters is used to their full advantage to hunt and lure their prey that they will later consume. If you watch the video on the computer, you will see what I have been dealing with for the past few months."

I watched as Nijel grabbed the laptop and played the video.

If what I was saying with the pictures couldn't convene them.

Then the video would do a great job at making them believers. It was a little hard to get most of the evidence on it. A lot of it was surveillance videos from places that I hacked into, but a lot was me trying to sneak videos of the Cullens.

The truck accident at school, the old ballet studio, the baseball match, and my hidden video of my birthday were all on that DVD.

I also had a shitty video of Edward confirming that he was a vampire, and everything that he did that day, down to the nail, it was all there.

I waited for the video to be finished as I took the time to watch the way their faces morphed as many different emotions overcame them. The most that I could tell is that they were shocked and horrified at the same time, and I couldn't and wouldn't blame them if they ended up passing out at the gruesome parts in the video.

I felt terrible that this was how far I had to take this conversation to get them to acknowledge that I was telling them the truth, but like I said before, nothing was going to stop me from protecting my family and that also meant I was going to protect them from themself as well.

I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard a sob echo through the room.

I tried to see who was crying, but I soon felt a body hurled at me, wrapping their body around mine, trapping me into the couch. I tried to pry the arms wrapped around me, but to no avail was I able to do so.

The arms were too quick because as soon as I got them from around one part of my body, they ended up grabbing a different part of my body to hold on to.

In the corner of my eyes, I saw that the person that now had me in a suffocating grip was no other than Marlayne.

I was about to say something to calm her down, but I felt two more bodies join the suffocating Bella party.

"C-C-Can-Can't Bre-bre-eath," I tried to say as I could no longer withstand the iron grip surrounding me.

It felt like a bear, or a gorilla was squeezing me to death.

I tried to push them away, but they were a little bit too strong for me.

I saw out the corner of my eye that Dakotah got a hold of what looks to be a crying Nijel, ripping him off of Marlayne.

He pushed Nijel onto the living room's only love seat and took the chance to wrap his twin brother in his arms. He was trying his best to calm Nijel down, but he was not getting any closure after witnessing the gruesome scene on that DVD.

Sabrina did the same with Bliss and Marlayne, grabbing them off me and trying to calm them down.

Things were kind of quiet, counting out all the crying that was going on.

The only one that wasn't a sobbing mess was Dakotah, who was glaring down at the computer. I could see that his body was shaking, if it was anger or him holding back his tears. I couldn't tell which it was, but he held onto Nijel very tight, almost to the point that I knew that Nijel would have bruises by the end of the day.

I got up out of my seat and started to put my evidence back into the false book that I had it in.

Soon I would have to invest in a better and stronger hiding mechanism that would stop even a vampire, which I knew was impossible.

I didn't want it to be able to get into anyone's hands or have the Volturi find out that I knew about what they were.

It wouldn't end well for my family or me if it did.

While I was doing that, I felt the hairs on my arms, and the back of my neck start to stand up.

They only did that when something dangerous nearby or something life-threatening was about to happen.

I quickly turned around, making sure to grab my gun out of its holster, preparing myself for an ambush in my own house.

The girls did the same thing, quickly jumping off the couch pulling out their weapons.

A growl cut through the air, making a lot of the things in the room shake.

I didn't know where it was coming from, and I started to panic a little at the chances of a vampire sneaking into our house undetected.

Again, a growl ripped through the house, making me jump in freight.

I looked over at the twins and saw Dakotah's body was shaking a lot harder than when I lasted looked at him.

His body was unrecognizable because of how hard he was shaking.

What caught me off guard was that Nijel's body was also shaking at a fast rate, just like Dakotah.

It was hard to see where one body began and where the other ended but what struck me as weird was the boys were shaking as if they could not control it.

It looked unnatural, and I knew that it was not humanly possible to look like you were having a seizure and not be in episode.

I didn't understand what was happening to my baby brothers, but I wanted it to stop.

Soon the shaking came and went from a level 8 earthquake to a calm trimmer which looked like a level 2 earthquake.

The growling continued to spill from their mouths, making the girls take a step back when all of a sudden, a hiss came out.

As if they heard Bliss, Sabrina, and Marlayne taking a step back, they looked up from glaring at the ground.

What I saw made me hold back a gasp in shock.

No longer was I glancing at the blue eyes that I was used to staring at when looking at Dakotah but something that I could only describe as being a part of the supernatural world.

What was staring back at me were a set of Jet-black eyes, which could be considered normal if it wasn't for the fact that the white sclera, typically seen in someone's eyes, no longer existed in his.

That wasn't the weirdest thing that I was experiencing while looking at Dakotah, and I knew that something deep down was letting me know that this wasn't going to be the end to him changing into whatever this was.

I sucked in a large amount of air, wondering what that shit was because I could not explain what else was happening to this boy.

No, the thing that took the cake as the weirdest thing that I could experience was leaking out of his eyes, and it looked filthy.

While his eyes were now wholly jet-black, there was also some bizarre black liquid spewing  in tremendous amounts out of the bottom and corner of his eyes.

Somehow the sight of Dakotah's eyes did not horrify me too much as I took the chance to look at Nijel, and because of what I saw with Dakotah's eyes, I was not surprised to see that his eyes had also changed colors.

Nijel's eyes were no longer the cute brown eyes that used to stare at me all the time, begging for attention.

I was gawking at the change of his eyes and couldn't help but be hypothesized by the amount of color that I saw swirling around his irises. They may have been unnatural, but they were a beauty to glimpse at.

At least with Dakota's eyes, the color was on a balance of being humanly possible even though they were a freakish site to look at.

If someone was to see Dakotah's eyes for a second, they could say that they imagined seeing an all-black eye or that it was the trick of the light, but no way could Nijel be sneaky with the eyes that were staring back at me.

No, these eyes may be weird, but they were the most colorful eyes that I have ever seen because I was looking at a set of swirling rainbow eyes consisting of only purple, blue, and orange.

As I looked into my brother's soulless eyes, I started to come up with the hypothesis that I wasn't human myself since we share the same genes.

The longer I stood there, the more I started to notice a stinging sensation in my own eyes. It began as a soft feeling, but soon I felt like someone was stabbing me in the eye with a hot poker.

I tried to lift one of my arms to grab at my eye as it began to feel too painful, but I couldn't feel my body anymore.

Luckily, a mirror was hanging on the wall behind the couch that the Twins were sitting on.

I wanted to see what was going on with my eyes, and with my body no longer in my control, I had to have other means to see if my eyes were any different.

As I was staring into the mirror, I could see that just like my brothers, my eyes were no longer the typical dark brown color that I had growing up.

Unlike their eyes, my mines seemed to be the most normal looking.

Where my eyes were now a black color, at least I still had a white sclera, and I might have what looked like bright lightning bolts shooting through my Iris, but I was glad that the tone of my irises stuck to only two colors.

I could hear the others still backing away from the intense stare coming from the twins. I knew that they didn't know what to do with the situation that they were witnessing.

They had just learned about Vampires, and now something supernatural was happening right in front of their eyes.

Nijel looked up at me and let a snarl out of his mouth in anger, and I felt and heard a growl come out of my mouth in response.

It felt like Nejel was challenging me, and the thing sitting dormant inside didn't like it. I let another Growl come out of my mouth as I glared down at him, making him a coward in fear.

As soon as the growl finished echoing through the room, Dakotah jumped out of his seat. My head snapped in his direction, and the loudest and somehow most powerful growl ripped through the room from my mouth.

Things in the room started to shake, and I heard a scream come from someone around me. The sound startled Dakotah from whatever he was thinking about doing, dropping back into his seat.

"If the Cullens ever show their faces to this family," he said in a voice that was not his, and it was a deeper voice that sounded unusual coming from his mouth.

It sounded dark and malicious, but it was on a whole new level than what I used to with him.

The beast inside of me, at this point, had finally taken control of my body.

For what it wants or why it was taking over, only it knew, but it wasn't like I would be able to stop it.

I watched as I moved towards my brothers and stuck my right hand out to Dakotah in the back of my mind. He quickly got up and grabbed onto it with his hand, Nijel standing behind him with his hand on Dakotah's shoulder.

" Then, you can kill them in cold murder with the hottest fire that you can summon," A terrifying voice coming out of my mouth said.

I watched as my brothers looked at each other and turned back to me in agreement.

When the entity that had taken over my body had seen them both agree.

It went the same way that it came, and I was forcefully pushed back to the front of my mind again.

We all stood in our places, not saying anything nor moving an inch too shocked with the events that had co-inspired at this moment.

" Whelp, I think we now know that there has to be more than vampires in this world," Whispered Bliss in awe.

I dropped Dakota's hand to look back at her, nodding my head because I could no longer trust my body or voice.

I felt my brothers grab onto me and pull me into the loveseat behind us.

" I'll try to see if I can find anything about what had just happened just now," Sabrina said, walking over to her computer.

Bliss ran into the kitchen and came back with multiple snacks and drinks.

" There is a legend in the Quileute tribe that has to do with vampires," I told her, making her look up at me.

"It was the story of the tribe having ancestors that could shift into wolves that did it for me. I was able to tell that there were vampires because the story said that the tribe's ancestors created the wolves so that their people could be protected from vampires. In hindsight, I should have tied the pieces together. That if the vampires from the stories were true, then maybe the story is real, and werewolves run among us. Start with the legend to see if that is what is happening to us and branch out from there if that is not the answer."

She smiled at me," Give me until Thursday and I will have the information we are looking for."

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A/n: I hope that this chapter lives up to the other chapters. I didn't know if I should create it without fully understanding the Tribrid sibling's supernatural gene. However, I thought I did well with this chapter and portraying that the Cullens were still messing with the tribe even though they left Washington.

If you have any input on this story or have an idea that you think I should add. I would appreciate it if you left a comment down below letting me know.

W/C: 3,637

#twilight #bella swan #paul lohote #quil ateara #jacob black #the twilight saga #edward cullen #the cullens

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Pairing: Isabella Swan x Paul Lahote x Quil Ateara Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 5

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I sat in my car, not ready to face the drama that was known to be spread in school today. Everyone knew that Jessica and Lauren were huge gossipers and even bigger sluts, and I expected a rumor or 2 to go around the school before lunch had even started.

It's not like I cared what they said about me as I recently had many things on my mind. Most of it had to do with the news that was given to me last week.

I have tried my hardest to get in touch with my friends, but for some reason, I could not get in touch with them. I had a feeling that Rene must have told the other parents about letting the cat out of the bag, but I was still worried that I wasn't getting anything from them. I've texted and left tons of voice mails explaining what I had found out. Hopefully, they had got them and had hoped that their phones were not off or worse taken from them.

I looked up from my phone and noticed that Angela was walking towards my car in a hurry. I got out of my truck and waited for her to get close enough to me before determining it was better to meet her midway. The closer I got to her, the more I started to feel like something was off. I began to see why I wasn't feeling right when I was close enough to get a glimpse that she had been crying. Not one to create something or try to be in someone else's business, I told her a quick Hello and stood next to her.

That seems not to be what would keep her from crying anymore as I felt my body being wrapped in her arms. Angela was the only true friend that I could turn to in Forks, and she was always friendly and tried to be the better person in the fights between Lauren and Jessica.

"Bella," she said as she pulled away from me as I saw tears starting to form in her eyes in more volumes.

I witness two little pests out of the corner of my eyes smirking and laughing by the school entryway. I understood that they were the cause of the distraught Angela.

Great, the school hasn't even started, and the sharks were out to feast, and I knew that whatever they had done was terrible.

"Are you ok, Angel, "I questioned her, but it seemed to make her cry more.

" Did something happen? Or really, the question I should be asking is, do you want me to kick some teeth in for you? "She smiled at me, but I could tell that she was faking it for me.

"No," She said as she fully stepped away from me, "But can I ask for a favor. Can you take me home? Ben drove me to school today, and I don't feel like staying here anymore."

I looked at her a bit weird cause school hadn't even started yet, and she was already ready to leave. Angela was always excited to be in school and took extracurricular activities like tutoring and debate club to stay in school after hours.

As I looked at her, I started to look around at my surroundings and saw her Boyfriend, Ben, and Mike standing not far from slut one and slut two. I knew that something had gone down, but I couldn't find the truth now, but maybe I get her away from the school. I knew that her plan of going home and not being in school but that wouldn't sit well with her father, but if she had a real excuse to leave, maybe she and I could go somewhere to chill.

" How about instead of me taking you home, we go down to La push," I said as I moved her towards my truck.

Angela looked like she was going to decline, but I cut her off," We both know that your father is a certain way when it comes to education. We could tell him that I wasn't feeling good with the whole Cullen thing and that you came by to make me feel better. We both know your father has a soft spot for me, Angela."

She smiled at me as she got into the vehicle, and I drove down to the beach, telling her about the new things that conspired into my life.

I ended up telling her about my new crib and the cool stuff I bought last week, but I made sure that I didn't leave anything out, hoping that I was doing a good job occupying her mind.

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" Do you mind if we go to the house of the friend that I have down here? It's just that I can't keep my family's secret to myself, and it seemed unfair to my brothers. I suppose that without me telling them what I know, they will never get the information, and I don't want to be like my mother and keep shit from people that deserve to know."

She told me, no, and that was all I needed before driving straight into the Black's driveway. We both got out of my truck and made our way up to the front door.

Billy Black answered the door with the biggest smile that I have ever seen.

" Jacob isn't here, Bella," he said, and I frowned at him because he knew that Jacob and I weren't talking anymore.

I still didn't understand why he wasn't talking to me, but like most things, I no longer cared if he wanted my friendship or not.

" I'm not here for him at the moment," I said as I looked down at him," Do you mind if we come in there something that I need to talk about."

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"And that is what brought me down here today to speak with you," I said as I got done telling Billy about the Affair.

You could tell that he didn't know what to think, and If I were him, I would be mad with his wife, but it was hard to be mad at her when she longer walked this earth.

Even with the news of his dead wife's unfaithfulness, he did not look like he was going to cry or lash out.

"You got to be pulling my leg, Bella. Please tell me this is some sick joke to get back at my son or something," he said as he looked at me from across the kitchen table.

I didn't want to break his heart no matter what was happening between his son and me. This was not something that I wanted to do to him if I had a choice, but I was not going to hide this from anyone no matter what. All I could do was shake my head at him as I looked down at the kitchen table.

"Charlie and I had to make sure that Rene's story matched up, and so we had the idea to go to the hospital to get a DNA test. The results were that he was not the father of a girl that he has been trying to raise," I said in a little whisper, watching the man in front of me. The one that was like another father to me, and what I was seeing wasn't good. He was on the brick of having a breakdown.

"Mind you, Rene swore that she only slept with my actual father, but I am not sure if I should believe her. Look, Billy, I didn't come here to make things worse by starting something. All I just wanted to do was let you know what was happening under your nose. As the Leader of the Quileute tribe, you have a right to know about there being new members to your tribe or whatnot."

I looked up at him and stared into his eyes to show him that I was sincere and meant what I said. I comprehended that he didn't want to believe what I said, but he knew that I had nothing to lose. He had known me almost all my life, and he had learned the kind of person my mom was, so he should have understood that I wasn't like her and that I was only trying to be helpful.

" I know all of this is a lot for you to handle, Billy, and I'm sorry that I have to be the one to tell you this," I said as I got up and walked toward him. I put my hand off his shoulder and looked down at him.

"It's quite alright, Bella," He said as he stared up at me and put his right hand on my hand that happened to be on his left shoulder," It's not your fault, and your right. I did need to know this information, but have you gotten ahold of the other kids? "

I shocked my head at him, and he nodded his head at me. For a while, everything was silent except for the TV going off in the living room. I looked over at the clock and noticed that it was 11 am. I knew that we had missed many of our classes, but I didn't say anything. There wasn't much that We could have done about it.

A lot has been done today, and a considerable weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

"I think," Billy started saying as he broke the silence, "That its best that we do not tell anyone of what was told today. Not until you get ahold of your friends, and we run a few blood tests to confirm things. I will handle telling the news to all parties until the results are collected, and then, and only then, will we take legal action. If they and you are truly a part of this tribe, we will get the rest living with their people, I promise."

" That's all I asked Billy," I said as I made my way to exit the kitchen.

" Well, if you excuse me. I have some things to handle. I'm sorry for interrupting your day. We'll, let ourselves out."

I walked towards the living room and signaled for Angela that it was time to leave.

She followed me as we made our way outside and to my car. I knew that I needed to think of something to help cheer her up, and it just so happens that I had an extra swimsuit in my vehicle.

Out of the corner of my guy, I could see a group of guys coming out of the woods. I stopped walking and saw them all pushing each other, laughing. The more I stared at them, the more I could tell that I knew a few of the guys walking towards me.

As if they could feel my glance, I saw them all look my way.

My ex-best friend had changed his whole style just like I did.

He no longer had long hair, but he was cut very short, and he even seemed to be muscular than the last time I had seen him. I could even see a hint of a tattoo on his arm.

There was no way he was going to or had recognized me, which made me kind of happy, but I wasn't ready for him to try to fix what was happening between us, and I didn't think I ever would.

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#isabelle #twilight #bella swan #paul lohote #quil ateara #the twilight saga

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Prologue Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Status: Ongoing

Genre: Romance | Angst | Drama | Fantasy | Action

Pairing: Angela Weber x OC

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Saturday, January 15, 2005

"So, have you come up with an idea on what talent you are going to be showcasing Angi," Jessica asked me, laying on her stomach looking at one of the many magazines that I have hidden in my room.

I couldn't help but groan in frustration because she knew that I had come up with a list, but none of them were good enough.

"You know I have been trying to think of something for the past 8 hours, Jeje. You see the hundreds of thousands of pieces of crumbled-up paper with failed ideas surrounding this desk," I replied at her, scribbling on a new piece of paper, trying but failing to come up with something.

"Well, there is a lot that you can do, Angela. You are a very talented person, and anything that you think of will probably be good enough for you to win."

I rolled my eyes and threw the crumpled piece of paper I was writing on at her," Yes, but there are only a few things that I am good at, and even with that, I don't think I could come up with anything good enough for Mandrake Beal."

She looked up from the magazine to stare at me, and I watched as she examined me for a good 2 minutes, trying to figure out something.

She got off my bed and made her way to me, seizing her chance to sit on top of my desk.

"Well, your Instagram says a lot about your photography skills, so you don't have to do anything with that talent. Most of the pictures you uploaded were from when you were doing jobs for other people or when you took pictures of your friend's which was smart in your case," She stated.

" Jessica, I already thought of that while I was lying sick in my bed; what I need is an idea or solution to my problem with this video," I voiced, crumbling another piece of paper throwing it across the room in frustration.

" Well, it is simple, Angela, you write a song, and you use your beautiful singing voice to woo that boy into submission," she said, glancing far into the distance, daydreaming about whatever sick romantic fantasy that she was thinking up.

I thought and contemplated the concept," Eh, but the problem is that I don't believe that I can write a three to four-minute song."

"Well, you don't have much time to figure this out, Angela, and not enough skills that you are good at to showcase," She snapped back at me, and I signed, knowing that she was right.

"Try you never know you might come up with something mind-blowing, and if you don't think you can make a song, then don't. Start with coming up with what you want to sing about and then try to start with writing a chorus and then branch out," She expressed, going back to my bed to finish looking at the magazine.

"Ok, I think that I could do that when you put it like that. Are you staying over until Monday, "I asked, grabbing a new piece of paper, and started to write whatever came to mind?

"You know I can't leave you with how jumbled your mind is," She declared, typing away on her phone.

"So did you overhear that little Ms. Swan, and her brother are finally in town," I replied after laughing at her comment.

"Yeah, I heard, and I am looking forward to them coming to school on Monday," She replied," Do you think the brother is hot?"

I rolled my eyes because I knew she would always have her mind stuck on the opposite sex, and she would never change, "Don't let Mike hear you talking about another guy, and it might ruin your chances with him."

"Oh, like he is going to get the hint anytime soon. That boy is too dumb to see that I love him, and I'm afraid to say it, but I don't think he will ever get it."

She was right

She has been fighting to get that boy's attention for the last four years, and no matter how hard she tries, he has yet to set his eyes on her. It was sad that she continued to fight so hard for a guy showing signs that he was uninterested, and it was clear as day that he was only interested in trying to get into as many girl's skirts as possible.

"I am going to give you the same advice that I gave you two years ago. I advise you to get over your crush on the walking disease caring teenage boy and go find you a gentleman that will treat you like the queen you are."

She laid there on my bed, contemplating what I had reminded her, but nothing was said. I knew that she would not take my advice, and I respected her wish to fight for what she deemed hers, but I thought she was unreasonable.

I just let the silence resume as I gave up trying to get through to her and continued writing lyrics down. Surprisingly I was doing better than I thought I would be doing, having come up with a chorus and a Pre-Chorus. All that was left was to come up with verses, the intro, the song's outro and the instrumental piece. If I was lucky, I might be able to record the song by either the end of the night or the following day.

Sunday, January 16, 2005

"How's it going with the lyrics? Are you making any progress?" Jessica looked over my shoulder, reading the set of lyrics that I had just completed.

It has been a good 16 hours since we came up with the idea of me singing a song. A long, tedious 16 hours, but the hard work that I have done seemed to have paid off, and I was left with what seemed like two chances in having a winner to my dilemma.

I pushed back, giving her more room to observe the songs more in detail, and she did not waste time getting herself closer and grabbing one of the papers.

I had decided to write the songs under the genre of love, and even though I have never had a boyfriend, I thought it was a better route since I geeked out for everything love-related.

She nodded her head, grabbing the other song sheet taking the time to also go over the lyrics on that paper.

"What do you think of the result Jeje. Is it any good? "She placed them both down face up, letting out a huge sigh.

"I wouldn't know if it was good just by reading the lyrics, but I think....." She paused, swinging her right hand in the air multiple times, trying to complete her sentence.

" I think.....that what I can tell from both songs that you came up with a well written piece, but the only true way to tell is to put it to the test and record yourself singing what you wrote."

My gaze turned to my recording set up on the other side of my room. I crossed my arms in front of my chest, staring into space because I had just realized that I was now in another predicament.

I didn't know which of the two songs I wanted to record.

"I guess, but which of the two should I go with? I can't very well send both in..."

" Why not," Jessica said, cutting me off, scaring the hell out of me with how loud she spoke.

"The rules did not say how long your video had to be, and it just said that there has to be one sent in. If you leave the time frame under ten minutes, you should be ok. It would give a better advantage if you did show that you could bring a lot to the table and making two songs in two days does just that. That's not taking into account all that is involved with creating a big hit,"

She giggled as she jumped on my bed in excitement to hear me sing for the second time again. I didn't make it a habit of sprouting all of my skills for the world to see, and singing was a skill that I love to keep hidden under my belt.

I sighed as I got up out of my seat, making my way across the room to my recording station.

Today had not even started yet, and it already seemed like it was going to be a long day. It made me wonder why I thought it was a good idea and tried to do this all in 2 days. It probably was because things were about to be hectic with the Swan sibling's first day of school being tomorrow and knowing what happened with the Cullen's first day. They were going to be the talk of the town for a good two months, and I didn't think I would be able to get this done before the deadline, but still, I knew that I wasn't thinking of the headache.

" So, what is going on with you and Ben," Jessica questioned me as I started to set up my workplace. I looked at her raising a single eyebrow, confused about what she was trying to get at.

" I only asked what you know because a little birdy told Lauren, who stated to me that she overheard Eric, Mike, Tyler, and Ben talking. Ben confessed to them something that had them all acting like wild animals. I didn't know what they were saying, but they were hollering and screaming while attacking him with nudges and punches. All she heard was Ben mouthing something and Tyler yelling your name with a dreamy face which gave me the impression that it was about you. It was a creepy thing that she had to witness."

Jessica leaned against my desk, gazing at the lost look that I had on my face. I honestly didn't know how to feel about this new form of information, but I knew that I did not like what was happening with the Herpes brigade.

"Eh...I don't know what that is about, but it seems suspicious." I expressed moving my mic in a position that would benefit me best while recording.

"Do you think he might like you or something?" I gagged at that, glancing at her in disgust that she would even utter those words out of her mouth.

She laughed as she saw how close I was to spewing out my stomach contents onto the floor.

"Oh My Gosh. I hope that Ben does not have romantic fantasies or feelings about me, and I don't like him in that way anymore. Those feelings are long gone. Now silence, I need to get this finish before it hits 8 pm."

"Well, that means that you only have 7 hours left on the clock. Tik.....Tok the clock is ticking Angi."

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Dortmund, Germany

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#Angela Weber #Twilight #Mandrake Beal #OC #the twilight saga #jacob black #Jessica Stanley

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Masterlist

↣ ♤ Coming soon // ✎ Ongoing // © Completed // ℗ Paused/ Hiatus

↣ ♡ Romance // 💮Angst // 🧁Drama // 🧋Fantasy // 🍡 Action

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TWILIGHT SERIES:

↳The Silent Death | ✎🧁♡🧋💮🍡

(Angela Weber x Oc)

—Mrs. Weber decided that it was due time for her daughter to start acting like an average teenager, and what better chance than now since Angela finally decided to take her life into her own hands. Wanting to keep her daughter on the track of self-finding, she demanded that her daughter do something that would scare the both of them, hoping that at the same time as helping her child, she would also piss off her lazy husband.

If only Mrs. Weber knew what her small wish would become more prominent than she could have ever expected, causing her daughter to fall madly in love with a devilishly famous immortal teenager.

Yes, if she knew what she had brought to her front steps, then Mrs. Weber probably would have asked her daughter to do something else, but alas, fate does not work that way, but she should be thankful.

Because there is nothing that would be able to keep them apart from each other, not even death itself, but if anyone wants to take the chance and do so .....he will make sure that they get punished.

[Chapter count: 25]

↳Dangerously Unknown |✎🧁♡🧋💮🍡

(Bella Swan X Paul Lahote X Quil Ateara)

—Bella Swan is tired of pretending to be the sweat and loveable girl for her father's benefit. After playing the role of a heartbroken teenager, all Bella wanted to do was get back to the woman she used to be in Jacksonville.

God be damn if anyone tried to stop her from doing so.

Despite this, Bella has to go through many obstacles to live her life the way she wants. With a vampire still out for her blood, a bunch of ripped guys fighting over her.

It seems Bella can't catch a break.

[Chapter count: 35]

#twilight #bella swan #paul lohote #quil ateara #the twilight saga #jacob black #edward cullen #twilight saga #Mandrake Beal #Angela Weber

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Dangerously Unknown

Status: Ongoing

Genre: Romance | Angst | Drama | Fantasy | Action

Pairing: (Bella Swan X Paul Lahote X Quil Ateara)

Summary: Bella Swan is tired of pretending to be the sweat and loveable girl for her father's benefit. After playing the role of a heartbroken teenager, all Bella wanted to do was get back to the woman she used to be in Jacksonville.

God be damn if anyone tried to stop her from doing so.

Despite this, Bella has to go through many obstacles to live her life the way she wants. With a vampire still out for her blood, a bunch of ripped guys fighting over her.

It seems Bella can't catch a break.

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↳Character profiles

PART 1: THE BEGINNING

Chapter 1: So over you

Chapter 2: It Was All a Lie

↳Part 1

↳Part 2

Chapter 4: You decide

Chapter 5:10,000 Hours

Chapter 6: There is a reason why

Chapter 7: My Pace

Chapter 8: The Truth Untold

Chapter 9: Eight

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

#twilight #bella swan #paul lohote #quil ateara #Angela Weber #Charlie Swan #jacob black #sam uley #leah clearwater #embry call #renee dwyer #OC

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Mrs. Weber decided that it was due time for her daughter to start acting like an average teenager, and what better chance than now since Angela finally decided to take her life into her own hands. Wanting to keep her daughter on the track of self-finding, she demanded that her daughter do something that would scare the both of them, hoping that at the same time as helping her child, she would also piss off her lazy husband.

If only Mrs. Weber knew what her small wish would become more prominent than she could have ever expected, causing her daughter to fall madly in love with a devilishly famous immortal teenager.

Yes, if she knew what she had brought to her front steps, then Mrs. Weber probably would have asked her daughter to do something else, but alas, fate does not work that way, but she should be thankful.

Because there is nothing that would be able to keep them apart from each other, not even death itself, but if anyone wants to take the chance and do so .....he will make sure that they get punished.

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Pairing: Angela Weber x OC

Genre: Romance, Drama, Fantasy

Warnings: Insecurities, Violence, Mention of violence, Anxiety, Abuse

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Friday, January 14, 2005

I made my way into the kitchen of my parent's three-bedroom colonial house, nervousness shooting through my entire body, "Mama... Sir. Can we talk for a second? I have something important to discuss with you both?"

My mother looked up from the stove; the smell of the bacon that she was currently cooking was slowly wafting through the entire house.

She smiled as she saw me standing near the kitchen island," Is something the matter, little bug?"

I shook my head in denial of her question, not at all looking in her direction to see the worried glances that she was shooting my way.

I have never been one to tell both of my parents about something important or could be considered life-changing at the same time. Usually, these talks don't happen with my father in the room; he likes to dominate the conversation no matter what is being discussed, and with how hard anyone in the family tried to have a voice, it was not enough for him. My dad was the type to push and push until the person talking to him couldn't take anymore, forcing resulting in his favor. His thoughts and views are the only choices that matter to him, and as the head of the family, his options were law even when, in reality, it wasn't.

"Can we maybe sit down and have this conversation," I said with my eyes still watching my father's every movement. I observed as he had made no action to warrant that he had heard me and continued to sit in his chair reading his newspaper. I knew he did not want to communicate with me by examining how he was ignoring my presence, but against my better judgment, I walked further into the room.

With years of experience, I could see the signs as if they were plastered all over the news. A regular person will have difficulty figuring out my father, but it was easy for a person who was viewed as a disappointment in their father's eyes and spent years watching a ticking time bomb.

The way that his right hand clenched the newspaper tightly in his grip, not too tight to make the paper crinkle but enough that she saw his displeasure in being in the same room as me. There was also how the right side of his lip and his left eye briefly twitched; it was quick but there. They were all signs that he would rather be anywhere than there, but knowing my mother, he would not get out of this conversation.

"Does this have to be discussed now Angela," he said as he reached out to his coffee, taking a slow and tedious sip, trying and failing to intimidate me.

Mother forcefully slammed down a plate of bacon and eggs right before him, giving him a glance to shut up and listen. That small action from her caused my father to take his eyes off the sports section glaring up at her before turning his glances to me, watching the same way I was doing to him.

"It's almost time for you and your brothers to get ready and leave for school. Can't this wait until later, say when I come home from work or something," Mother took the step and touched my father on his back, sitting down in the chair to his right?

She made sure to travel her hand from his back to his shoulder before sitting down, and she squeezed really tight, showing her displeasure in him. With how extensively angry she was demonstrating with trying to include my father into our conversation for once, I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't get into an argument after this.

" Let's listen to her, dear there's enough time to do so with it only being 5 in the morning, and the boys aren't up yet," We both smiled at each other, not missing the way my father signed in frustration.

She turned and smiled at him, but I understood that the smile differed from what she gave me. It had a death threat behind it, and even though I saw his shudder in the light and thought of the repercussions of his future actions, he took his chances in glaring back at her.

But soon, he backed down, and mother laughed in triumph," Go ahead, dear. What did you want to discuss?"

" I know what I want to do for college; I was able to take all the possible contenders and left myself with only two possibilities. I was thinking of majoring in one and minoring in the other," I said, taking a seat in front of them, only looking at my mother. I knew that this conversation would soon go south, but my mother had my back, and it was pushing me to get this conversation over with.

I took a deep breath, "Even though I am still thinking of which one I want to put in either of the slots, I have come to the conclusion of applying to both Yale and Washington State University. I know it will be easy for me to get accepted to either one of them, but just in case, for whatever reason that I don't find myself accepted, I will have a backup school to fall back on. That's not counting the number of schools that will be trying to get me to attend their university."

"Oh, that's exciting, Hunny bun," My mother said, getting up to hug me, catching me a little bit off guard. I laughed at her trying to get out of the Mama bear death grip she had me in; she was always like this. Trying to kill her children in her dying grasp, the hug would be something we would take with open arms if she didn't try to smother up in her breast.

" It's about time that you figured out what you will be major in. What two did you decide on," My father asked me, turning his attention back to the newspaper just as I got mother's arms from around my body?

"I was thinking of majoring in music or photography and whatever I major in the other will end up being my minor. There are many jobs around the world for the two of them, and unlike psychology, I will always have a job and heavily be sought-after," I said excitedly, imagining myself being very successful in life.

A pregnant silence went through the kitchen, something that wasn't a good sign for my well-being with my father. He was no longer sipping his coffee or reading his newspaper, and I could clear as day see the look of horror placed on his face.

"Absolutely no..."

"Oh, that is just perfect little bug," My mother said simultaneously as my father, but her voice was a little bit louder than his.

I smiled, happy that one of her parents was on my side.

" Over my dead body, will you major in something childish," He voiced, slamming his coffee mug onto the table, the contents inside spilling all over.

" And do tell why she can't major in music and Photography," Mother said, raising a perfect eyebrow in my father's direction.

I grabbed my mother's hands and gave it a slight squeeze trying to stop her from picking a fight with him. I could handle myself, and unlike all the other times, I was sticking with my choice. I didn't need her to try to get into this battle with me despite that it would result in them fighting more than they already were. It was already way too much for me to handle, and with-it being Friday, I will be stuck with them being prissy and angry with each other all weekend.

"Are you stupid, Vivian, or are you so into playing mother hen that you are trying to waste all my hard work. I will not hear any of this being a useless musician or whatever the other one was from you, Angela Chelse Weber. You will be a doctor or lawyer, and that's it," he said slowly but surely, raising his voice. I sat there in silence, waiting for my mother to blow a fuse, knowing that I should have done this with my brother's present.

"Your hard work, John. I don't remember you doing much of anything to raise our children. What hard work are you talking about cause? If memory serves me, I did everything while you were playing pastor. Hard work, my ass," she said, getting up out of her seat slamming her hands onto the dining room table. Both of them glared at each other in anger, but neither one of them wanted to back down.

I got up out of my seat just in case they wanted to start throwing something at each other. It hasn't happened yet with all the fights they have been having for the past few months, but I tried to keep my distance just to be safe.

" But I helped raise these children just like you did, and I did not marry and have kids...these kids with you for them to grow up to be just anything but successful," he said slowly but surely, raising his voice.

"Oh, that's funny coming from you, John. You are not worth the shit that's coming out of your damn mouth."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Vivian" He voiced, throwing his mug across the room, his voice now loud enough not just for the neighbors to hear. Heck, with the thump I heard upstairs, I knew that it was sufficient for my brothers to be forcefully woken up.

My mother laughed while rolling her eyes at him but turned her attention over to me," Why don't you get ready for school, Angela?"

I nodded at her before quickly turning away from the scene that was about to happen.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my mother slowly making her way into my father's personal space, and she looked like a tigress about to take down her prey.

I shook my head, not wanting to be anywhere downstairs for the next few minutes, especially since my father was now resorting to trying to undermine my mother, picking at everything that he thought was wrong with her. She was not saying anything back to him, but I understood, just like my brothers, that momentarily my father would be the only voice I heard, the only voice that was going to be heard until I was behind a closed door. Then the devil was going to be let out, and my mother would start picking at the man he has become and, in return, give back the same shit he was giving her.

As quickly as I could, I ran up to my room, but before I entered, I made sure to knock on my brother's door as I passed by. It was a sign that we had made up to let each other know of the dangers of being in our parent's vicinity, a warning among siblings. They knew what was happening downstairs; God, who wouldn't be able to hear what was happening in this house, but the sign was more of our way to let each other know to stay in our rooms at all costs until the very last minute.

As soon as I entered my room, closing the door behind me, all hell broke loose downstairs. The yelling of my father's was silenced as I heard a loud high pitch sound that could only be my mother slapping him across his face, and not soon after, the screaming and yelling started back up.

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"Knock...knock, "my mother sounded at the same time that she did the action on my door. I couldn't help the smile that made its way onto my face at how childish my mother displayed. I was surprised that she acted like this, especially since she and my father were going at it but knowing my mother. She would not let his lousy behavior ruin anything, especially her personality and emotions; it's the reason why I loved her.

"Is there something you need mama," I said as I stopped packing my backpack, showing her respect by giving her my full attention.

"We need to have a serious talk about a few things, Angi-bear. You might want to sit down because something has happened, and I need to be truthful. With your father finally out of the house, this is a good opportunity as any, and I don't want him to overhear this conversation," she said as she took her place away from the door, making her way to sit onto my bed.

I watched how she carried herself from one point to her destination, and I could tell that she was tired, but I couldn't tell if it was from the constant struggle in her marriage or life.

I fully turned around to face my mother and took a real good look at how she acted. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, especially after the argument that she was having with my father downstairs, but there was something that I wasn't seeing that I couldn't put my finger on.

I made my way across the room to where my computer desk was stationed, taking my place on top of it, waiting for my mother to start our second conversation of the day, but it never came. She sat there, not saying anything for a few seconds, just breathing in and out.

I looked down at her hands, watching as she twisted them together back and forth rigidly, a dead tone sign that her mind was cluttered and not in a good way.

"You remember last year that I had to go to Paris to talk with some lawyers going over the will that both of your great grandparents left behind after they had passed," she asked me, looking down into her lap, her hands twisting and turning more now than they were before.

I thought back to the day she was talking about, and I vividly remember being asked to keep a few things from my father. At the time, my great grandparents had just lost their lives in a car crash, and lawyers had summoned her and many others to listen in to their final words.

I found out that day that she had come from a wealthy family, but because of my grandfather not wanting to raise his family in that environment, he moved them to live a suburban life in Forks and she continued to do so with her children. Before she told me this information, I knew that my father did not know about this small detail when dating and later marrying my mother and still didn't know about it even till this day.

I was glad that she trusted to tell me this information and valued upholding it until she told me otherwise, so I lied. I did not feel bad when my father tried to pry the information out of me because I knew what was at stake and why she asked me to hide this from him.

My father was someone to boast and spend money that he didn't have. He tried to walk the walk and talk the talk, but he was all show, and to us, he was trying too hard to give his friends the illusion that he was living the good life even though he lived in a small town and barely made enough money to pay his side of the bills. It was why my mother separated their bank accounts back in the day, seeing how he acted and how he did not do well with handling money.

I was happy that she did so while growing up because if it was up to my father, he would spend all the money on pointless things, and it would have resulted in us being bankrupt and living on the streets.

In all, there was no mention of money from the lawyers coming our way, so my father could do no harm if word got out, or so my mother told me when she had came home.

"Yes, I remember you told me that the lawyers confided into you that if there was any money left over that it was to be given to the eldest female of the last generation"

Before their death, my grandparents decided to sell their business off instead of passing it down to a family member, and it went down for a good amount of money.

After that, they made a well-detailed will on what would happen to everything they owned and to whom it all went, but there were complications when the lawyers read the will. They owed their bank a lot of money, and even with their will stating that everything was to be passed down to their sole heir, everything was planned to be auctioned off until they got the money my great-grandparents owned.

"I have been keeping this a secret for a while, making preparations for this conversation. You and I are the only females that have been born into the family for the last five generations. So, the money that was supposed to be given as stated in the will all goes to you. There is a lot of money coming your way, let me tell you."

I was frozen in shock.

" How much is there," I asked, not understanding why they would leave money to a stranger.

I was confused because they may have known about me, but we had never met, and there were so many people that could have desired the money. They could have picked to give it to one of their sons or one of the many grandkids that they had, but they chose not to. It blew my mind, but they were gone and couldn't tell me the answers to my now eternal question.

" Now, there isn't much money left over after the deduction, but there is enough for you to put yourself through a four-year college," she said, smoothing the invisible wrinkles in her skirt.

I could tell that she was glad to get this off her chest, a secret that she probably had been holding on to for well over a year.

" So am I going to have to try to keep this a secret from father until I turn 18. We both know that he can't find out about the money that is coming my way. There would be nothing left if he gets his hands on it," I explained to her, but she shook her head in denial.

" When you were a child, I opened up a Bank account in your name without your father knowing about it, and for the past 16 years, I have been slowly inserting money into the account every chance that I could," she replied, smiling at me while running her hands through her hair.

I couldn't help but shake my head at her, not knowing before now that my mother was a sneaky link. It was a surprise to me cause all my life, I thought that she was a bubbly no-brainer, but knowing that she has been doing things behind my father's back made me proud and enthusiastic to join this secret club against him.

" If memory serves me right, you have over half a million dollars from them and sixty thousand from me, not counting the bank fees and whatnot that goes with the bank. So, you might have more money than that but to answer your question, no, you don't have to wait until you are 18. If you agree to my request, then you and I will be taking a trip to the bank to make you the sole owner of the account so no one but you can access what's inside."

I nodded at her wishing for her to continue, and I watched as she tried to control her emotions from spiring in a typhoon.

She took a big breath-holding in for as long as she could before she forcefully let it all out.

"I know that you already have plans to get into college without our help because you have always been thousands of steps ahead of everyone, ensuring that things are always going your way. I also know that you have come up with a way to make money while putting yourself through college, and I'm not going to lie. I'm proud of you for opening your wings and getting away from your father's control. Even with you showing new colors, I am scared that you're going to return to the little girl I have lived with for the past 16yearrs. I love you, Angie, but the way you are acting is no way to live," She started, holding her hand up to stop me from replying with a comeback.

"I want you to do something that you or anyone in this town imagine doing. You are 16 years old, and you haven't had the same opportunities as all the other teenagers worldwide to be wild and do things that will scare your parents. You, up till earlier, have done everything that your father's ask of you, and as much as I love the women you are growing up to be, you deserve better. So, this is what you need to do for me... for yourself. I am not asking you to murder someone or to run away, never to be seen again, but I would be grateful if you could do anything but act like a stereotypical Pastor's Daughter."

I stayed seated in place, thinking if my mother was asking too much of me by chance, but I knew that she wasn't. I, too, felt that I could do better, and I wanted to be anything but be known as the girl that followed the rules and was too busy to hang out because I was studying.

I did not feel that she was asking too much, and heck, this could be my opportunity to rebel against my father more than I have already done. If trying to open up and be the real me was something my mother wanted me to do, I was all for it.

" I can do that," I said as I got off up off of the desk and threw myself at my mother, catching her off guard. She laughed as the weight of my body became too much for her, and she squealed as she could no longer breathe from laughter.

We stayed like that for a while, and I didn't know how long we remained in that position, but soon I heard knocking on my bedroom door.

" Hey ma, we need to get to school now. Are you done with the chick flick," My brother Dean said, walking into my room with Samuel coming in the right behind him?

I rolled my eyes at her at the rude behavior that my brothers were portraying before allowing her up off the bed. I took the chance to look at the clock on my dresser and saw that it was 6:45.

I started to panic by looking at the time since I was usually on my way to school by now. Without thinking, I quickly moved around my room, trying to continue what I was doing before my mother came in.

"Well, you guys aren't going to school today, so get into the car. We have places to be," she said, patting my brothers on the head and making her way out of my room.

I observed as they looked at each other before chasing my mother down the stairs staying close to her heels like the lost puppies they were. They would try to bug the information out of her by using annoying tactics to get her to open up.

Annoying little pest they were.

I laughed as I heard my mother hit one of my brothers, grumbling the thought that was just going through my head.

I stopped packing for school, forgetting that my mother had told me that we would be making a trip to the bank, and at this point, I dumped all the contents repacking the bag with stuff I might need for the long journey. I did not want to be in the car with my brother without a form of entertainment, and I knew that today was going too long.

When I was finished, I quickly grabbed my phone, dialing the number to my school to warn them that I would not be attending class today because of family matters. I may have been trying to change who everyone thought I was, but I didn't want my father to find out so soon, especially since they would call him when they "noticed" that I was missing.

After I hung up with the secretary, I decided to make my way downstairs to see if I could find any food to eat before leaving, knowing that the food my mother made was either eaten by my brothers or all over the place because of my father.

I quickly walked into the kitchen, ignoring my phone, dinging as I started to search for something to eat but stopped as I heard the horn honking at me from outside.

I comprehended that I was taking too long, and I understood that I needed to hurry up. My mother was at this point, feeling a whole lot of adrenaline, and time was an essence living in a small town. Just because I called to let the schools know that we wouldn't be attending doesn't mean he wouldn't find out.

Living in a small town, people are known to talk about the littlest things, and once one person knows something, especially someone that likes to gossip, it's spread around like a wildfire.

I grabbed a sour apple and made my way outside and into the passenger side of the car; as soon as I bucked myself up, my mother backed the car in reverse, making the long journey to settle.

Not long after we left the house, my phone dinged again.

I dug my phone out of my front pocket, seeing a notification from Ben and another from Instagram. Out of the two, I did not want to open the message from Ben, but before I could unlock my phone, it started to go off another seven times, all coming from Instagram.

I hurried up and opened my phone, clicking on my Snapchat icon first, trying to see what Ben wanted so I could see what was happening on Instagram. It was nothing significant, but I never left a message unread, so I decided to message him back.

I closed Snapchat, not wanting to continue a conversation with him since he has been acting off for the past few days. I slowly opened up Insta, excited about what Mandrake Beal could have posted, not being able to take the anticipation.

Have you ever felt what it was like to see a post from someone you looked up to or admired? How you couldn't breathe as you started at the screen going over the new content staring at you in the face. That's how I was feeling now, but I couldn't breathe; unlike most fans, I was a vet that fed on this person's success.

Mandrake was a famous singer that I have been a fan of since he first started singing cover songs on YOUTUBE at eight years old. He had struggled a lot trying to escape the world through music and fighting the demons that were after him, but he didn't let them stop him.

He reminded me of myself but the better version because he didn't take the bullshit being thrown at him. He was never one to sit back and take the abuse but threw himself into the fight, kicking his way to the front, showing people that he deserved to be seen.

It was why I stayed up to date with him, especially since he became a singer, his music speaking to my soul. With him being inactive on social media, I was beginning to worry that something wrong had happened to him, but it appeared that I didn't need to worry.

I opened Instagram looking at the post that he had uploaded, and I wasn't ready for what I was seeing.

I turned off my phone, looking out of the window, watching the blur of the woods as we passed them by, but I couldn't help the smile plastered onto my face at the luck placed on me today. This was a considerable opportunity for me, not only with the possibility of winning a contest but also having the chance to do something that I wouldn't normally do as requested by my mother, but I only had one problem.

I didn't know what talent I would showcase, and with the short time frame to send a video in, I had to think fast to make a grand impression.

And a grand impression I was planning to deliver on since I had a promise to uphold.

‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊

Word count:4.9k

A/N: I know that this prologue is not a normal one with how long it is, but I felt that there was too much to tell to start this story off, and I wanted to start strong. The more I wrote and read this chapter, the more I added to it, which went from a thousand words to over four thousand.

I hope you like the fake post and text messages I inserted into the story. I was trying to make it alive and visual, and I expected to do my job well

#Twilight #Angela #Weber #Angela Weber #Mandrake Beal #bella swan

[sashawhite1]

𝕬𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖈

"You can kill the human, but me?

I'm thousands of years old!

YOU CAN'T KILL ME!"

-Mandrake Beal

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

"Queens don't compete with whores ________. So, too dumb it down for the kiddies in the back that means that you are no competition because no one can be me."

-Angela Weber

‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊

A/N:

So, I was initially thinking of making this story about Leah and my OC, but I had a change of heart for some reason. I felt that the OC could bring out the inner badass in Angela because I thought that she was too lovely being surrounded by a lousy personality. She never had a backbone, and I felt she was too good for them.

#twilight #Angela #Weber #Angela Weber #Mandrake Beal

[sashawhite1]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

1.) Russ ft. Kehlani-Take You Back

2.) Saweetie ft. Jhené Aiko-Back to the Streets

3.) Ariana Grande-POV

4.) Justin Bieber ft. Chance The Rapper-Holy

5.) H.E.R.-Comfortable

6.) Ariana Grande & Justin Bieber-Stuck with U

7.) Jhené Aiko ft. H.E.R.-B.S.

8.) Halsey-Ya'aburnee

9.) Doja Cat ft. SZA-Kiss Me More

10.) Nick Jonas-Death Do Us Part

11.) Chlöe-Mercy

12.) JP Saxe-Soft Landing

13.) James Arthur& Anne Marie -Rewrite the Stars

14.) IU-Eight

15.)  Dua Lipa-If It Ain't Me

16.) Zara Larsson-Talk About Love

17.) Zayn-Vibez

18.)  JP Saxe and Maren Morris-Line by Line

19.) Kehlani-Distraction

20.) Jackson Wang - 100 Ways

21.) Stephanie Poetri, Jackson Wang - I Love You 3000 II