We've had some awesome teasers this week, probably more than we've ever had in the past! We have a teaser for my story Oblivion, Tremors, and my collaboration Love In An Elevator. And I just received teasers from my partner in crime, RemyKilday for Crash and Darlin'. And we have a teaser for Chapter 31 of Underneath Your Scars by the wonderful, amazing HammerHips, and a teaser for Chapter 27 of The Quiet Room by the awesome, spectacular givemesomevamp!
Love In An Elevator by ExhilaratingRemy.
This wasn't working out right. I was suppose to be able to avoid him easily today. But obviously, that wouldn't work in my favor. The next thing I realized, Jasper had leaned over and pushed the screen of my laptop down, his smirk still in place.
"Mornin', sugar." His southern accent was thick when he spoke. My panties got even wetter. I licked my lips that were suddenly dry, and he couldn't help but watch the motion of my tongue. It made me want to smirk, but I resisted.
"Morning, Whitlock." Jasper rose from his position like a panther, stepping around the table between the two sofas, and I slowly leaned back the closer he got. His hands were positioned on either side of my head, a knee settled between my parted thighs. I gulped, licking my lips again, and that seemed to almost be the breaking point for him.
He swooped down, pressing his lips to my own, which had me letting out a startled gasp. My mouth was filled with tongue seconds later. I reached up, fisting my hands in his shirt, and kissed him back just as passionately as he was. In total, the kiss lasted for almost a minute, and when we separated, both of us were equally without breath. "God you taste so good.."
Jasper had growled huskily into my ear, which had me shivering in delight. And there went my panties, definitely wetter now. His phone buzzed in his front pocket, which was almost flush against my hip so I felt it when it started, and then he pushed from where he pinned me down. A wink, the removal of his phone from his pocket, and then he was gone from the room just as quickly as he had entered.
What the hell just happened?
I pushed myself from the couch, reaching up to rub my fingers through my hair. Because of him pinning me back against the couch, I had to fix the side ponytail I had pulled my wavy hair into this morning. I quickly shoved my feet back into my boots, zipping them up and grabbed my phone, sending a quick text message to someone, who hopefully could help me in my dire need of advice.
I grumbled to myself, stalking from the shared office and down the hall. I can't believe he got me all riled up, knowing he had an appointment today to interview an actor from the movie he had watched on Friday. Elevator. Fuck! He gets me riled up, then dipped out? What the fuckery was that! And I knew he was getting aroused, cause the evidence was pressed against my leg back in the office.
Damn him.
It took only minutes to arrive at my destination, still without a responding text from my friend, and when I knocked once before answering, I almost died of embarrassment. My face was scarlet red, eyes opened wide and.... oh my fucking god.
Why didn't I hear their moans and grunts? Why is this the second fucking time I've walked in on people fucking in the work place, for fucks sake? While I'm getting left high and dry? Is this torture Bella day?
I was aiming to sit down and have a girl to girl, heart to heart talk with Sarah, a co-worker that was really good friends with the rest of us... but I realized the hard way that she was very.... very busy. Like. Very busy. So busy she couldn't even answer her cell phone busy. I mean, I love the girl to death, but not enough to see her half naked and pinned on top of her desk with Peter Whitlock pounding into her from behind. Her long hair twisted in his hand, head pulled back at a painful angle and he was practically attached to her neck.
I quickly left.
I felt sick to my stomach. I mean really, there was a lock on the office door, they could have locked it before engaging in those kind of activities...
I couldn't help but shudder, and returned to my office, face burning in embarrassment.
Oblivion by ExhilaratingExistance.
Have you ever locked away memories, for a very important and specific reason, and when the lock was broken, and you remembered why you hid them, you couldn't stop going back to that point in time?
I was in the middle of that struggle.
The next morning after I had put Sarah back to bed in her bed, not on the floor, and curled up with her to the thoughts of David and Devon, where they were, how they were, why they did it and anything else, I had awoken to the eerie silence.
Again.
I didn't even hear the electricity thrum through the house, and I wasn't craving a fix. That told me right there something was up, but I couldn't put a finger on it just yet. So I slid from the bed, and hissed when my bare feet hit the tile floor. Wait.. Tile? We didn't have tile in the house....
I silently, and quickly, exited my room, keeping close to the walls and edged out into the living room. The sight that greeted me had me almost in tears.
Sarah laid curled up on the ground in a heap of mangled flesh, blood pooling beneath her dying body. Lips were busted open, crusted with drying blood that no longer supported to body. Exotic orbs stared forward blankly, holding a bright, silver gloss over the surface of the iris', usually the sign of one being deceased.
Finger tips, and the tips of her dainty toes were light purple, and slowly darkening, first to blue, then to violet, then close to black as death crept up quickly on her. I couldn't move. In the corner of the room I could see two figures arguing, their words barely audible enough to reach my ears, and I listened as well as I could, but I just heard silence.
The tallest one shoved the other male, sending him from the darkness into the light, and the brief flash of dark hair, and tattoo's was all I saw before the two were scrapling, aiming to send the other to the ground, or onto the table.
I could hear a high pitched scream now, but it was so faint that it sounded like the wind whistling from a distance. It reminded me of a banshee, and when I shifted my gaze, the sudden appearance of a pale female hovered over the crumpled form of my best friend, her features the replica of the fallen girl. The only difference being her hair was more white, almost snow like in appearance, and the shrieking sound, or whistling, was coming from her mouth.
It hurt my ears. The sound of a crash had my head snapping to the side, and the sight of the two fighting males had me pausing. One was kneeling on the ground, a hand holding his upper body up, and the open outline of a cross on the back hit somewhere in my mind, but it didn't click as to who he was. The other male towered over him, a 9 mm held within his hand, the barrel pressing into the temple of the fallen man.
I knew who the two were then. My feet finally moved, and as the slight tightening of fingers on the trigger began, I bolted forward, away from the fallen body of my best friend, my confidant, my sister, and toward my brother, whose best friend was about to kill him.
The gunshot had me collapsing to the ground, agony rippling from the hole in my chest where the bullet ripped through skin, and muscle. I could feel the life draining from me, even as the two shocked faces of Devon and David peered down over me, one crying, the other regretful.
I jerked awake then, gasping loudly in fright. Sarah clutched me to her, cooing comfortingly, but it didn't seem to stop the panic that tightened my chest, restricted my breathing.
What was the reasoning behind that dream?
Tremors by ExhilaratingExistance.
The wall was also decorated with pictures that consisted mostly of the group settled in the living room. However, a couple pictures of the old group were scattered around as well. The old group use to include Bella, me, Devon, David and a few of the others that use to hang around the Swan residence before the incident, I winced, but now since they ran, Jacob and his friends weren't too fond of them anymore. However, there was still a couple of pictures including me and Bella with the current gang.
Jacob was settled on the recliner with the controller to the Xbox 360 in his hands, the TV flashing with bright colors as he shot at another player, Embry, if I remember correctly. Paul and Sam were seated on one of the sofas, sprawled out with their feet kicked up onto the coffee table. Jared was passed out on another sofa, a snore slipping from his slumbering body and I smiled. Also as if he could smell me coming, or hear me, Quil's head popped up over the couch that was facing away from the hallway, and he smiled at me.
“Sarah! What's up, Poptart?” Quil speaking out my name, including my nickname, had everyone pausing in what they were doing to look over toward the entrance. If it had been a couple years ago, I would have felt subconscious, especially in what I was wearing, but I just grinned. Small shorts that barely covered my ass, and a spaghetti strap tank top barely bothered me any more. It was comfortable.
Jacob grinned, and all of the guys seemed to hold a gleam of lust in their eyes which was normal. I padded across the room, stepped over Paul's outstretched legs which had him giving me a mock growl, which was surprisingly intimidating, and I flopped between him and Sam. A shift later, I kicked my legs over Sam's lap, and rested back against Paul which caused his annoyance to fall away rather quickly. His hand settled at my hip.
“So what are you guys up to?” It wasn't necessary to question why I was there, they all knew already, considering they were my hook-up. Jacob shrugged as he returned to the game, Embry hissing in displeasure as once the game restarted, he was shot. Sam quirked a brow at me in a silent question. Would there be sharing tonight in the merchandise, or was I going to just grab and go? I smiled at him, and it seemed to appease him.
Quil leaned forward, and started measuring out what I normally came to them for. The usual consisted of some crack/cocaine, ecstasy, roxycodones, xanax, trazodones, and sometimes, oxycottin. It all depended on what was craved at the time.
However, before he started counting out the ecstasy, he passed me a green monkey, Paul a yellow monkey, and Sam a blue monkey. We counted to three, and all four of us popped one into our mouth, Quil having taken a Triple X. Then he returned to what he was previously doing while us three reclined back, waiting for the ecstasy to kick in.
It must have started kicking in quick for Paul, because next thing I felt was his lips brushing up along the curve of my neck toward my ear. His breath warm against my skin. Sam's hand trailed up from where it was settled along the inside of my calf, each inch he traveled sending tingles throughout my body. It was pure bliss, but at the same time it was almost painful.
Crash by RemyKilday.
I weigh my options. Grad school. Endless hours spent with other literati-posers. Don’t get me wrong. I loved my degree. I just hated my classmates. Or, find a job. Mundane, cubicle farm work. Or here. Dirty walls, strong drinks, sleazy rock and Mr. Ridiculosulyfuckhot.
I think we have a winner…
“I say yes,” I reply.
“You’re not going to ask about hours, pay. Anything?” The tall dude asks.
“Nope,” I reply.
“Long. Minimum wage,” He adds.
“Don’t care,” I reply. He smirks.
“Well then. Looks like we just found our new full-time bartender. I’m Emmett McCarthy. I’m the bouncer,” He grins, grabbing my hand that isn’t currently occupied by a bottle of beer.
“I’m Rosalie Hale. I’m the manager,” Blondie adds. Okay. Rosalie.
“I’m Jasper Whitlock. I’m your fellow bartender extraordinaire,” Mr. Ridiculo-Jasper adds. Jasper. Must remember that. Must not call him Mr. Ridiculouslyfuckhot to his ridiculously fuckhot face.
Darlin' by Remykilday.
“I love you. I’ve been in love with you for so fucking long that I honestly can’t remember the last time my heart wasn’t breaking into pieces because I know you don’t feel the same way and I can’t fucking do it anymore. I can’t Bella. I’m going to accept the job offer, and I’m leaving to stay with my parent‘s till then. I’ll call you when… when it stops fucking hurting” He says.
His eyes are filled with grief and tears and I want to scream at him that I love him too, that I want to fix what my ignorance is done, that I want him. Just him. But the hurt and pain radiating from his body is crippling me. I can’t speak, can’t move. Can’t make him stop and just listen. He softly brushes my lips with his and it feels so fucking right and perfect and please don’t go. Wait. Listen. But before I can open my mouth he spins away from me and runs out the door. It’s like a scene from a horror film. Rain and thunder and he’s walking away. He reaches his car and my feet become unglued, I can move, and I race forward, stumbling over the steps, my tears blinding me.
“Jasper!” I call, but he doesn’t stop. He just drives. No, no, no, no, NO! His tail lights disappear as he rounds the corner. Gone. And I’m stranded. I’m soaked to the bone and my heart is breaking and he’s gone and I can’t follow because he’s taken the fucking car. He’s gone and he’s left and I can’t follow after him. I sink to my knees in the pouring rain. He’s gone. It feels like my insides have been ripped out through my chest. I sway on my feet, staring at the end of the street, praying with every cell in my body that I’ll see the headlight’s off his car. That he’ll come back. Come back for me.
Underneath Your Scars by HammerHips
In a split second, she had moved to where she was on top of me, pinnin’ my arms above my head, straddlin’ me, a sexy smirk set on those beautiful lips. She leaned down over me, her lips brushin against my ear as she said, “I think it’s time I pin you down and have my way with you, Cowboy.”
"Bella?"
"Um, yeah. Isabella actually." I said rolling my eyes. I give it thirty minutes before I'm food again.
"We thought you were dead..." The shock was almost palpable in the room. Or it could've all just been mine.
"Why does everyone keep saying that?!"
I don't know about you, but I'm excited!
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