We Three Witches (Twilight)

Chapter 18 - Mother Knows Best Part 1

Authors' Notes

Courtney: This was originally a 31k+ word chapter, so we decided to split it up and not drown you in content (cause there is a lot coming).

Joy: Yes, well. Really much more than 31k as at the time of posting this there is still a significant amount yet to be written for part three. Yes you heard me. This will be in three parts, all of considerable length. So far it looks like all parts will exceed 10k, so get your reading glasses on because you are in for a ride! An- Courtney tell Rosalie I didn't mean that type of ride!

Courtney: I think you mean Alice there. Is that her hand in Jasper's trousers?!

Joy: I blame the boys, they've clearly corrupted Bella's sisters!

Courtney: Of course! They were the pictures of innocence before those boys!

Joy: Yep, before they met them Rosalie was such an angel. Only stealing from abandoned stores.

Courtney: And the occasional rich people.

Joy: Well yes, those too. But they can affor-Has Bella just gone into her room with Edward? Someone should make sure she doesn't kill him. We both know they aren't doing anything naughty.

Courtney: 😬😬😬 well he's a goner. I guess the readers will just have to read on to see what she does to him 😉

*evil cackle*

Content Warnings: an abusive, narcissistic parent

Bella's POV

☠️Day 1: Evil Arrives☠️

February 27th, 2003

I hopped out the bed of the truck, eyeing the sleek car in the driveway curiously. It certainly wasn't Charlie's, and none of the Cullens would dare show their faces in today's sunshine.

That's the kind of car only pompous arses buy to show off their wealth, I thought. And we certainly don't know anyone like that.

Rose immediately went over to it, inspecting every inch with narrowed eyes. Automatically disgusted, she turned away with a sneer. "Looks like we have a visitor."

There was a glint in her eyes that made me grin. If there was one thing Rose automatically hated, it was people who bought useless cars because of their price tag. And whenever she met those people, it never ended well for them.

She turned to the house, no doubt intending to turn someone into a pitchfork, and I couldn't help but feel relieved. My sisters had been spending more and more time with their boy toys lately, and it was beginning to feel like I never saw them. Except today was one of the rare sunny days in Forks, and I'd gotten to spend the whole day with them—with no ridiculous vampire interruptions.

Speaking of ridiculous vampires... Glancing up at the sun I couldn't help but smirk; I still found it unbelievable that one of the most dangerous supernaturals sparkled like a disco ball in the sun. Wonder Boy was never going to live this down. I already had a few jokes in mind.

However, my mood soon plummeted. As soon as we reached the front door, our ears were assaulted by heavy shrieking.

What the everloving fuck is she doing here?