tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27754857618014915622024-03-13T03:43:33.262-07:00Hunk O Burnin Love A Twilight FanFicUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775485761801491562.post-29101817759246385032011-08-15T21:50:00.000-07:002011-08-15T21:50:43.251-07:00Ch 7 HERE AT LAST!<div style="text-align: center;">Music that inspired the chapter:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://youtu.be/9RRUbaRiV3w">I Slipped, I Stumbled, I Fell</a></div><br />
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MzBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168997485586208558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775485761801491562.post-75636413975640767272011-05-11T14:45:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:51:57.599-07:00Chapter 6... yea it's there!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gNUmBv0_XOw/TcsDcUM-zHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/16f4u0OijC0/s1600/82.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gNUmBv0_XOw/TcsDcUM-zHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/16f4u0OijC0/s320/82.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br />
<div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px;">"Now everyone, if you were at our last show you've heard the old version of this," I look to Bella. I know she said she never wanted to sing this again but we had worked on it and made it our own. "This song means a lot to me because this fine lady right here wrote it. I've added my own spin on it. And so here you go." We sing through the song, the whole time Bella is shaking and looking around nervously, no doubt looking for that good for nothing piece of crap. When we get to the new lyrics, she looks at me shyly as though she's nervous. I grab her hand and sing, "<i>Now I've got feet</i>," her angelic voice lends, "<i>and I've got feet</i>." Together we harmonize, "<i>let's start to walk where the loves meet. Let's go. Time's a wastin'</i>."</div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px;">I look into her eyes as I sing the next lines directly to her. Hopefully this is enough for her. I can't publicly call her my girl, but I can sure as anything give people clues.</div>MzBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168997485586208558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775485761801491562.post-29415246074981999632011-02-23T16:20:00.000-08:002011-02-23T16:20:04.058-08:00Yea, don't ditch us just yet!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LzgISkpUNNA/TWWjj5NxqcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kdbtIl5_IbM/s1600/kstewrpattz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LzgISkpUNNA/TWWjj5NxqcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kdbtIl5_IbM/s320/kstewrpattz.jpg" width="264" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Bella, I don’t want to say this without you at least looking at me. Please turn around and unlock the door.” I don’t know what else to do! She’ll think I’m just saying it to say it now. How in the world am I going to tell this girl I love her if she won’t even turn to face me.</span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You’ve left me no choice Bella. And right now I don’t give a hoot who is listening I’ll scream it from the rooftops if I have to! Bella, I lo-” and it was as if my lungs had collapsed.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Then I look down to see that scarf and the body attached to it was currently attached to me.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Don’t say it if you don’t mean it E. And definitely don’t say it so loud. You’ll ruin your image.” She says with the sweetest smile on her face, and what looked to be almost tears in her eyes.</span></div>MzBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168997485586208558noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775485761801491562.post-21063506864011995052010-12-13T13:32:00.000-08:002010-12-13T13:34:19.458-08:00Chapter 4 has arrived!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckxzeJR8DuA/TQaRR4uPVxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/IRrb4jWXsQA/s1600/manip3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckxzeJR8DuA/TQaRR4uPVxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/IRrb4jWXsQA/s320/manip3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550283327250847506" /></a><br />Yea i know it took FOREVER for us to update but you have to understand the way life throws curve balls... <div><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6449815/4/Hunk_O_Burnin_Love">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6449815/4/Hunk_O_Burnin_Love</a><div><br /></div><div>enjoy!</div></div>MzBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168997485586208558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775485761801491562.post-83790766792511559302010-12-07T16:14:00.000-08:002010-12-07T16:18:55.031-08:00Teaser for Chapter 4!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xUWbwKIoqg/TP7O4O7uWHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mbx-K9ij26Y/s1600/Sun_Studio.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xUWbwKIoqg/TP7O4O7uWHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mbx-K9ij26Y/s320/Sun_Studio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548099256443623538" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />He works for Sun Records. Which makes me nervous in and of itself. So it's important that we don't mess it up. That we keep killing it. That I keep those girls screaming.<br /><br />Girls, that I thought two months ago, I could have had a little fun with. Not now. Not since Bella. God, she is gorgeous and she doesn’t realize what her excitement is doing to me.<br /><br />“I like it better when you call me lover boy,” I tease her, leaning closer. She smiles and darts out her tongue slowly tracing her top lip.<br /><br />She lets out an unsteady breath. All I can think about is kissing her. “May I kiss you?” I ask her as I lean closer to her face.<br /><br />She swallows hard and then her mouth parts slightly, “I'd like that,” she whispers. My hand is on the back of her neck, and I guide her closer until our lips meet. We mold our mouths together, our lips make smacking noises. Her mouth is smooth as silk and the hollow behind her ear feels amazing under my calloused fingers. That’s the only thing I can say that I regret about playing the guitar instead of piano, my hands aren’t smooth anymore. Well, smooth to the touch.AShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056621660184317778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775485761801491562.post-53599957003713146652010-12-01T21:35:00.000-08:002010-12-01T21:37:22.481-08:00Yes, we know.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckxzeJR8DuA/TPcwitPdgwI/AAAAAAAAABI/Ox3BOB9QHvc/s1600/83.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ckxzeJR8DuA/TPcwitPdgwI/AAAAAAAAABI/Ox3BOB9QHvc/s320/83.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545954838948184834" /></a><br />there should have been an update and a post... real life has taken to beating the both of us. So instead of an update.... here's a pretty picture?MzBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168997485586208558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775485761801491562.post-23911411943218164372010-11-23T15:58:00.000-08:002010-11-23T16:02:47.990-08:00Turkey Day<div style="text-align: center;">Happy Thanksgiving to everyone celebrating! Elvisward is taking this week to rest & relax and celebrate what the American Government likes to call the "beginning of the friendship between the Native Americans and settlers". Don't you worry your little head... He'll be back with all pieces of hair in perfect place after this week.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckxzeJR8DuA/TOxVfpxXVnI/AAAAAAAAABA/8DDJkgssCKU/s1600/sideburns.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckxzeJR8DuA/TOxVfpxXVnI/AAAAAAAAABA/8DDJkgssCKU/s320/sideburns.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542899243663447666" /></a>MzBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168997485586208558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775485761801491562.post-59581245250802311042010-11-17T17:41:00.000-08:002010-11-17T18:21:53.304-08:00So... Uh... Yea.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckxzeJR8DuA/TOSFCfiQyAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/z2b2cD8HPt0/s1600/hobl.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ckxzeJR8DuA/TOSFCfiQyAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/z2b2cD8HPt0/s320/hobl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540699719443990530" /></a><br />Yea... I know we've been slacking but we have GREAT excuses... We both went back to work!!!!!!!!!!<div>No, this doesn't mean the updates will stop. Although they might not be every wednesday, might turn into once a week maybe a monday maybe a friday... Just depends.</div><div>Anyways, to make up for our horrible absence... I present to you a fan-made banner :-D</div><div>If you don't like (which would mean you're a retard) make one yourself and send it to: ASPresley2@gmail.com!!!!!!</div><div>Oh, btw, CHAPTER 3 IS UP! </div><div><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6449815/3/Hunk_O_Burnin_Love">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6449815/3/Hunk_O_Burnin_Love</a></div>MzBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168997485586208558noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775485761801491562.post-15229663897703809062010-11-08T17:59:00.001-08:002010-11-08T18:00:47.646-08:00Chapter 2 has been posted! EARLY!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckxzeJR8DuA/TNirSQlDJ1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/KwnEed-WSow/s1600/keyboard.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckxzeJR8DuA/TNirSQlDJ1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/KwnEed-WSow/s320/keyboard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537364072028383058" /></a><br />Because we got such AMAZING reviews and love from you all we decided to post TWO WHOLE DAYS EARLY!<div><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6449815/2/Hunk_O_Burnin_Love">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6449815/2/Hunk_O_Burnin_Love</a></div><div>~MzB</div>MzBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168997485586208558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775485761801491562.post-69541013912507984782010-11-05T09:52:00.001-07:002010-11-05T09:57:31.161-07:00Chapter 2 Teaser<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xUWbwKIoqg/TNQ3blsamtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rjYLiP7x8Uw/s1600/8332.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xUWbwKIoqg/TNQ3blsamtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rjYLiP7x8Uw/s320/8332.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536110789059582674" /></a><br /><br /><br />Sitting up quickly, which isn’t the brightest idea I’ve ever had, I notice there are a few things in the room that weren’t there before. Panning the room I notice an extra end table with a few vases of flowers next to a photo frame, a few extra stools in front of the mirror bank, and a silk screen with a brightly colored scarf hanging over it. All of these things make me do a double take, whose scarf is that? Whose room is this? Millions of questions bombard my mind. Like how did I get here? I have no idea. The last thing I remember is feeling lonesome. <br /><br />Oh crap, there’s something behind the screen. No, scratch that, someone. Someone with ample curves and the most delicious foot I’ve ever seen peeking out from the screen. Great, now I’m slightly hard thinking about a person who I don’t know, and at the sight of her feet no less. <br /><br />FUCK! I need to get to the stage, checking my watch again I now have two minutes to make it down the hallway. I stand up wary of falling back down. Well, I can stand up no problem, that’s a plus. I guess I’ll have time later to check out the room, and the girl behind the screen.AShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056621660184317778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775485761801491562.post-48197825670229021902010-11-03T18:13:00.000-07:002010-11-03T18:17:06.374-07:00Chapter 1 ~ MzB<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xUWbwKIoqg/TNII4_OSTbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QgsLTXp_8TE/s1600/shiny.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xUWbwKIoqg/TNII4_OSTbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QgsLTXp_8TE/s320/shiny.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535496667128810930" /></a>So Guys and Dolls, <div>CHAPTER 1 IS OFFICALLY PUBLISHED! <div>Story ID: 6449815</div><div>Penname: AS Presley</div><div><br /></div><div>GO READ IT!!!<br /><div><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6449815/1/Hunk_O_Burnin_Love">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6449815/1/Hunk_O_Burnin_Love</a></div></div></div>AShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056621660184317778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775485761801491562.post-14341213764900342812010-11-01T17:47:00.000-07:002010-11-01T18:10:01.426-07:00Chapter One Teaser<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xUWbwKIoqg/TM9f0wKnxSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LVq8a2oR39A/s1600/185416531.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534747826948916514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xUWbwKIoqg/TM9f0wKnxSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LVq8a2oR39A/s320/185416531.jpg" /></a> On stage, I would gyrate my hips and the girls would swoon and make performing that much better. They'd reach for me at the bottom of the stage. I'd give them the best crooked smile and lip curl I could muster before swaying my hips and moving on. The screams would erupt, and moans would fall from hundreds of lips. I would do my best to please them all. Make sure they got the experience they all searched ME out to find.<br /><br />Go Add us to Author Alert so you know when the first chapter is posted!<br /><div><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2598361/">http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2598361/</a></div>AShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056621660184317778noreply@blogger.com0