The Lemonade Stand has spent years bringing you the best the fandom has to offer, and we are very excited to have the chance to offer you MORE. We've watched stories grow and develop from first post through COMPLETE in The Nursery, and now we're sharing previews of the stories that will soon be your new addiction.
This week, the lovely Ellie Jacks, author of the brilliant Hounding for Love, shares a little detail on her upcoming story The Antithesis of Zemblanity.
Summary: Many believe that if you were to look up the word, altruist, Bella Swan’s name would be in bold, underneath it. She has spent her life helping others without intention or motive.
Bella and her best friend, Rose, have both worked for one half of the Cullen brother’s empire since they graduated high school. When Emmett Cullen, their kind and benevolent boss decides to transfer Bella to his tempestuous and cutthroat brother’s department, she fears the worst.
Does Edward Cullen have a soul, or is he as beastly as she initially feared?
I started to write The Antithesis of Zemblanity when I first dipped my toes into the amazing fanfiction world, six years ago. Most of the ideas that I get are from my random daydreaming and this was no different; I had my bright yellow, rubber gloves on, washing up dishes and singing along to some random music, when it hit me. It was a story that I wanted to write straight away and I actually got my laptop out, the teetering pile of dirty kitchenware was left forgotten as I started tapping away on the keys. Within a week I had the whole story, plus back stories of all the characters written out on my ancient and spluttering laptop. It was merely a month later when my laptop croaked for the last time and went to gadget heaven, taking my stories with it.
I went through one more laptop and when my other half surprised me with my fancy new one, I dug out the sacred hard drive of my old laptop and carefully took it on the journey to getting that information back. I climbed mountains and barged past Hobbits to get to the handy computer geek room on the second floor at work and finally, with the help of Simon, I had the four stories back that I had written long ago. Since that day, I have re-written and tweaked it in places. I finally feel ready to share it!
Bella knocks on the open door, a little more timidly than she would've originally liked and walks tentatively towards his desk, which is also a colossal size. Bella briefly considers the thought that perhaps he's overcompensating for something. He now has his head lowered, reading some papers and doesn't even glance up, all she can see is the perfectly styled, messy dark bronze hair on the top of his head. His voice comes out as a deep growl, which seems to emanate from deep inside of his chest.
"What do you want?"
Bella picks at her nails, feeling unsure by the anger that emanates from him and hangs, heavily in the air between them. After a short pause, she realises that she needs to answer him, her brain seems to be on hiatus as she rummages around for the correct words.
"It's um, Isabella Swan. Emmett, um, sent me, sir." She adds the sir, as an afterthought, hoping that if she strokes his ego, he won't kill her and bury her body parts in his potted plants. He definitely has an air of a potential serial killer. Her eyes flit around his office, looking for sharp implements and sheets of plastic, they snap back to him as she hears a movement.
He seems to pause and tilts his head to the side before taking a long, leisurely drag on his cigarette and she watches in fascination as his lips wrap around it. There's no denying the fact that Edward Cullen is incredibly good-looking, even if he does act like an ass. He still doesn't even grace Bella with a look in her direction as she anxiously shuffles from foot to foot.
"Your desk is out there." He flicks his hand dismissively in the general direction of behind her. "I want all the paperwork out there sorted before you leave today. If you think it will take longer than your working hours then I suggest you don't bother with lunch. There's also a list of other jobs out there that I want done. I want coffee on my desk in precisely three minutes, no more. I also want you to make me a reservation at Skyline for one o'clock tomorrow."
Bella considers asking him to say the magic word, but quickly dispels that errant thought before it makes her giggle. She realises that now really isn't a good time to be laughing, she's sure that the 'laugh' is probably just a mythical creature to Edward Cullen. It's doubtful that many jolly chuckles have broken the stifling silence of his office. He flips through the papers on his immaculate and overly, organised desk. She wonders if he’s forgotten that she’s there or if that was a dismissal.
"Why are you still here?" His voice snaps loudly with anger and impatience. It makes her wince and turn immediately back to the door, almost tripping over her feet as she quickly scarpers out of his office.
Unbeknownst to Bella, Edward finally lifts his eyes to watch the little brunette stumble from his office as he leans back in his comfortable chair and stubs out his cigarette in the crystal ashtray.
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