“Everyone smile!” the photographer shouted. I smiled on demand, ready to get the shit over with, and he snapped off a few pictures in quick succession. “Alright, I think that’s a wrap.”
I exhaled in relief and immediately reached up to loosen my tie. “Thank fucking God. That shit took forever.”
“Oh, it wasn’t that bad,” Isabella said with a laugh. “It was only like twenty minutes.”
I grabbed her hips and she yelped as I quickly pulled her to me. “You’re wrong, Isabella Marie Cullen,” I said, smirking as I said that shit out loud for the first time. “It was that bad, because it was twenty minutes that I couldn’t do this.”
I smashed my lips to hers, kissing her deeply, and heard Rosalie groan nearby.
“Nauseating,” she grumbled. “I don’t want to see that.”
“Then stop fucking looking,” I spat, pulling away from Isabella’s lips long enough to get the words out. She laughed when I went right back to kissing her again, and wrapped her arms around me as she kissed me back. - Emancipation Proclamation - Chapter 80 ©kha r i z zma t i k
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He laughed again and let go of me, gazing at me briefly before leaning in and pressing his lips to mine. His kiss was soft and sweet yet full of love, so intense that it nearly took my breath away. He pulled from my lips eventually and I gasped for air, my reaction causing him to smirk.
“Don’t let that motherfucker make you do something you don’t want to do, you hear me?” he said. “I’ll call you whenever I get the chance.”
“Okay. Have fun. It’s only a week, I’ll be fine,” I repeated once more. I wasn’t sure exactly who I was trying to reassure more with my words, him or myself. He nodded and brought his hand up, running his fingertips across my cheek. He leaned in and kissed me once more briefly.
“I love you,” he said, his voice low but the expression passionate. I could feel the love rolling off of him and knew they weren’t just words to him. The emotion began to bubble up inside of me and I fought it back with all I had, not wanting to cry. I really didn’t want him to go, no matter how much I knew he had to and should, and I knew if I started crying it would only make it harder on both of us when he walked out the front door.
“I love you, too,” I said softly. He sighed and kissed me one final time before standing up and stretching.
“I’ll see you later, tesoro,” he said, turning to walk out of the room.
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“It’s going to be okay, I promise,” I said quickly, wanting to reassure her despite the fact that even I didn’t fucking believe it. I was lying but I knew she trusted me, and at the moment I wanted nothing more than to make her feel better. Her fear lessened a bit as she looked at me and nodded.
“Okay,” she whispered. Yet another shot cut through the air and I flinched at the sound, taking a deep breath and nodding. I started counting and her eyes widened as she clutched onto me tightly when I hit two. “Wait!”
“Christ, we don’t have time to fuck around here,” I said in frustration.
“I love you,” she choked out, the words catching in her throat and escaping as a sob. The sound of it stung, my heart aching.
“Don’t you fucking act like we won’t see each other again in thirty seconds,” I said firmly, grabbing my gun from my waistband and flicking the safety off. “Get in the goddamn car, baby.”Emancipation Proclamation - Chapter 68 ©kha r i z zma t i k
“Do you fucking feel this, Bella? We belong together.”
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“I need to know why you hate me.”
My eyes widened and I blinked a few times, confused. He thought I hated him?
“What do you mean?”
He sighed, running his hand through his hair. It was sticking up all over the place and he was just making it worse.
“I mean, you fucking run from me, you won’t look at me or talk to me. The only reason you’re doing it now is because you don’t think you have any other choice because you have to put my laundry away. I mean, fuck, I could do that shit myself but the only way I can get you to stay in the same goddamn room with me is to give you work to do. You have no problem hanging out with my brothers so why the fucking problem with me? Am I that fucking horrible?”
I just stared at him in shock as he rambled it all out in frustration. I was slightly stunned and couldn’t get my lips to move to form words.
“And Christ, now I’m sitting here yelling at you again and cursing, like that’s going to fucking fix anything,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Is that what’s wrong? Is it my temper? Do I scare you?” I shook my head hesitantly. He groaned. “Then what?”
I sighed. “I don’t hate you. I just…” I started, unsure of how to explain it.
“Just what?” he asked.
“I just don’t understand you,” I said softly. He sighed and opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by his phone ringing. He groaned loudly and picked it up, glancing at it. He looked up at me and sighed.
“Have a good night, sir,” I said, turning and heading for the door.
“Isabella,” he called out, his phone still ringing. I turned my head to look at him. He was frowning. “I think you’ll find that we’re a lot more alike than you think, if you give us the chance to even get to know each other.”
╚►ABC’s of Top Favorite Fanfics: Emancipation Proclamation by kharizzmatik
Thought about doing this for a long time. Never got around to it. But might as well start somewhere. So obviously, this is not going to be in order. lol
Official summary:
Edward grew up in a life of money, power, & respect. Isabella was born into slavery-has never known another way. Their worlds collide & neither will ever be the same again. Will he give her freedom? Can he bear to ever let her go? AU-H OOC *Set in 2005*
This is my favorite fanfic ever. If I could have RK do any movie together, it would be this one. It’s addicting, beautiful, heartbreaking, amazingly written, impossible-to-tear-yourself-away-from, life ruiner fic that you simply have to read. I repeat, you MUST read this, especially if you are an Edward/Bella fan. You will find yourself laughing, crying, throwing things, squealing like a school girl, sweating but ultimately, I think you will love it. Looking for some bad boy Edward who would do anything for his Bella Ragazza? Some EB sexy times? Throwdowns? Football Edward? Swearing Edward? And I repeat, yet again, sexy EB times? You got it!Now go read or even re-read it…again and again and again. Obsession alert.
