Membership status: Member
Bio:
I like to write strange dark FF. I am a huge fan of Eric Northman and Sookie Stackhouse. When I do my stories I like to do my own spin on the characters. I find cannon very restricting so if you are looking for typical Fan Fiction don't come sniffing around my stories, lol. I don't do Sookie Stackhouse Fics, not in the Southern Vampire Tradition.
Oh and Sookie won't look like she is described in the books. Eric will always be blonde though. I have the greatest following out there, though its small compared to some other FF writers. Special thanks goes to Texan Lady who inspired me to write. I always strive to create complex characters and hopefully I sucseed at this. I don't have spell check right at this moment so please forgive any errors. I don't use a BETA so sorry for all the mistakes that I don't catch.
When I write its the only time that I'm truly happy as I have a miserable life. Horrible things happened to me growing up, I guess that's where my stories come from, I'm trying to heal myself through darkness. That's all I have to say at the moment.
Bella had a bad feeling about it. She knew that they shouldn't have gone to the Cullen's haunted house. Little did she know how bad things were going to get...
Categories: Canon Pairings, Twilight
Characters: Bella/Edward
Genre: Horror, Mystery, One-Shot, Supernatural, Suspense/Thriller
Language: English
TWCS Romance Contest: None
Series: None
Chapters: 1 Table of Contents
Completed: Yes Word count: 11043 Read Count: 1054
Date: 20 Oct 2012 Title: Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Hey! Loved the lemon near the end, very well written indeed.
She couldn't help it. He was very attractive no matter how creepy he was acting. Time seemed to stop every time his eye locked with hers. It was as if the entire world fell away and it was just them. Heat crawled up her cheeks and ran down her neck. Her palms would start to sweat and her heart would race. Then he would wink and smile his patented little half-smirk. By this time, she was nothing more than a puddle of goo. She had to force herself to get a grip, to look away. He was like a magnet, drawing her in against her wishes.
This part was one of my favorites! You have quite a way with words! I think you should listen to your readers and continue this.