A better bella

The rain hammered against the windowpane, mimicking the relentless pounding in Bella's chest. Two months. Two months since Edward had ripped her world apart, leaving her with nothing but the hollow echo of his absence. She stared at her reflection in the dusty window, a stranger staring back. Gone was the pale, doe-eyed girl who had once worshipped the ground Edward walked on. In her place stood a woman forged in the fires of heartbreak, a woman who had learned to survive without him.

Her eyes, once soft and vulnerable, now held a steely glint. The once-frail frame was now lean and toned, sculpted by hours spent pushing her body to its limits. Her hands, once clumsy and hesitant, now moved with a practiced grace, wielding a katana with deadly precision. The scent of leather and sweat clung to her, a stark contrast to the sweet, floral perfumes she used to wear.

Bella had traded her soft sweaters and floral dresses for ripped jeans, combat boots, and a leather jacket that whispered of rebellion. The girl who had once been afraid of her own shadow now walked with a confidence that radiated from every pore. She had become a warrior, a survivor, a badass, and a quadbrid. And she was ready to face the world little did she know that when the Cullens got back she would be drawn to a beautiful blonde and a certain pixie.

Twilight is not mine it belongs to Stephenie Meyer only the story line is mine.