The Witches Love (R.Hale & Em.Cullen)

Chapter 20

What would you guys think about a new story about a Viking jarl and a fem völva oc
I feel like there are not enough story's about them and yes I know I should finish the other ones first but I'm always swimming with ideas that I want to share

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That drama from two days ago still lingers in my mind, but today is Thursday, which means I get to see my mates tomorrow. Just one more day, and I’ll have a piece of my happiness back.

School was exhausting today, so when I got home, I decided to take a nap before dinner. I had just drifted off when, as always, my door flew open. No surprise there—my oh-so-wonderful sister, Isabella, barged in. I should have locked it, damn it.

“Get up! I’m going to Jake’s, but Dad won’t let me go alone,” she demanded, her tone sharp and insistent. I glanced at her, annoyed.

“No,” I said flatly, already turning back over to try and reclaim my sleep.

Isabella’s face twisted in anger, and she started shouting for Dad. Her voice echoed through the hallway as she called him into my room. I sighed, realizing there was no point in trying to sleep now. I sat up, rubbing my eyes as Dad rushed in, looking around in panic, only to find there was no danger—just Isabella, as usual.

“What’s wrong, Bells?” he asked, his eyes shifting between her and me, confusion etched on his face.

“She won’t come with me to Jakey’s!” she whined, and I cringed at the nickname. The desperation in her voice was grating.

Dad’s eyes softened, almost pleading as they met mine. Reluctantly, I gave in. “Fine, I’ll go with her, but I’m not staying.”

Isabella finally left the room, satisfied, and Dad lingered for a moment. I could see how tired he looked.

“While we’re gone, catch up on sleep or go fishing with Billy and Harry. You don’t have work today, and you need the rest,” I said, offering him a small smile. He nodded, his eyes showing a hint of relief. He kissed my cheek. “I’ll get some rest, thanks, sweetie.”

After he left, I got dressed, ignoring Isabella’s shouts from downstairs, demanding that I hurry up. I grabbed my keys and headed down to my car.

Since the sun was out—a rare occurrence in Forks—I decided on a light, flowy dress. It felt good to wear something other than jeans and hoodies for a change. We drove to the reservation, and I hummed along to the radio until we pulled up to Jacob’s house. I could see him already walking toward us, his smile wide and bright, directed straight at Isabella.

“Bella! Where have you been, loca?” he called out. I couldn’t help but cringe internally. Jacob always did have a way with awkward nicknames.

He greeted me briefly before turning his attention back to Isabella. “I, uh, brought something.”

Isabella’s eyes lit up with excitement. I watched, curious about what she had planned this time. She opened the trunk and lifted the plank to reveal two old, beat-up motorcycles.

“It’s, um, a little crazy,” she admitted, her eyes flicking nervously between Jacob and me. I let out a snort.

“Wow... a scrap of metal. You really shouldn’t have.” My voice dripped with sarcasm.