Absolución teaser from epilogue

Her phone vibrated, alerting her to a text message. She glanced at it and frowned at the blunt message. 'where r u?' Rachel didn't recognize the number and turned her attention back to the meeting. It buzzed again ten minutes later. 'did I copy the wrong number?'

She pulled the phone closer and replied, 'who is this?'

'from paris' was the cryptic reply.

She stared at the phone, her mouth going dry. The butterflies in her stomach seemed to be trying to reach her racing heart. She looked up, not seeing or hearing the meeting any more as her mind spun in a million directions at once. She looked at the phone again and tried to type a reply. Her fingers were shaking and it took several attempts to type the few letters, and then she couldn't find the question mark even though it was right in front of her.

'rolle?'

Hunger Games from Gale's POV

To honor a very dear friend, on her birthday, by granting the wish she (repeatedly) asked for—A story about Gale. Join him as he watches the Hunger Games with his friends, family, and residents of District 12, in Impossible Situations

Happy Birthday, Lo. I love ya!

MORE Hunger Games

Just before Mockingjay came out, I started to read Hunger Games and Catching Fire again, so everything would be fresh in my mind. Okay, so I only made it through Hunger Games, and I was overcome with the desire to write a Gale POV for Lolashoes' upcoming birthday. It will be posting soon.

Then I started having Cinna in my head! No idea why, but he was quite chatty and demanded to be heard, so I started to write little notes that then became drabbles, and then became a LOT of drabbles!! (I told you he was chatty!) So, to shut him up, here's his story... Cinna

Apologies for the delays

In a recent A/N I asked for patience as I got through what I knew was going to be a busy time for me. Sadly, once I got past that time, and got the bug to write, I was hit with the death of a friend who succumbed to complications from cancer. And hot on the heals of that, I was hit with the death of another very close friend. It has sapped all my energy away.

I'll do my best to update as soon as I can. I'm very close to having the next chapter done for you, but the creative process has come to a grinding halt.

Your patience is greatly appreciated, and I hope you all stay happy, healthy and safe.

-gkk

Absolución teaser from chapter 20

He wouldn't meet her eyes and after a long moment of silence, Bella nudged his shoulder with her own.

"Hi," she said.

The flicker of a smile showed that he knew what she was trying to do. "Hi."

"How have you been?" Bella asked, hoping silly pleasantries would help put him at ease.

This time the faint smile lingered longer. "Oh, you know; same old, same old. Depressed, lonely, a psychotic rampage here and there. Nothing new."

Bella nodded, keeping her nerves in check. "Same shit, different day?"

"Pretty much," he muttered and with a labored sigh, he shook his head.

Absolución teaser from chapter 18

Aro recognized the stony expression and laughed at the irony. "You're as stubborn as their teenagers, and just as self-absorbed." He ignored the flash of annoyance on Carlisle's face. "You assume I'm too old to understand, to set in my ways to appreciate what you're going through. Yet you fail to appreciate that perhaps in my age and wisdom I might have a larger base of knowledge to draw from?

"I have touched the lives of hundreds of thousands; known their secrets, their sins and their dreams. I have seen parts of the world that I have never travelled to, and watched those places change over the years. I know the location of treasures unheard of. I know the answers to mysteries that have long since lost their questions. The people who have died at my hand took nothing to their graves.

"Have you never once considered that I would have seen atrocities so heinous that even I would be surprised?"

Absolución teaser from chapter 17

Carlisle fell to the floor beside his wife, grunting in pain as a split second before the sound wave pulsed through the air. Spiderweb cracks formed across Carlisle's hands again with the impact as the sound waves literally destabilized the molecules of his body. Fear for Esme's life ripped through Carlisle. What had made her jump out of the scant safety? He ignored the pain and pulled Esme to him, wrapping his arms around her shoulders to shelter her with his body. Why had she put herself in danger like that?

But even as the terrorized question burned through Carlisle's mind, he realized he knew the answer. Esme was a mother in her deepest soul. She was caring, nurturing and selfless to a fault when it came to protecting anyone she felt maternal towards. She had been a grieving mother the day she died and Carlisle had frozen that grief in her for eternity.

She was trapped in that grief ... Esme had found a way to redirect her anguish by substituting her lost son with an entirely new family.