Friday, November 23, 2018

Book Blogger Hop No. 152: A Book Character 'Come to Life'.....

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This Week's Question

You meet an interesting person of
the opposite sex at a club. Suddenly,
they start acting as if they were a
character in a novel you've read,
and they are firmly convinced
that they ARE that character.
First, which character is it,
second, from what book, and third,
how do you react?

(Submitted  by Maria  @ 

My Answer

All rights belong to Stephenie Meyer, the creator of The Twilight Saga. No copyright infringement is intended. 
The events in this little story are 
purely fictional, and any 
similarities to actual people
are totally coincidental. Last but 
DEFINITELY not least, my husband's
first name is NOT Tom. 

The club was really hopping that Saturday night. The crowd was rowdier than usual, so the bouncers had their hands more than full. Lights skittered across jaded, drunken faces, in time to the wild gyrations of countless bodies. Darkness pounded with blaring sound.

He was sitting at the bar, an untouched drink in front of him. I caught a glimpse of his face, intermittently lit by the pink and purple lights, as I danced, or rather, tried to, with Tom, who had come over to our table almost as soon as my friends and I had arrived. He introduced himself, and politely asked me for a dance. He was very attractive -- jet black hair, soulful, dark brown eyes, a sexy smile, six feet tall..... Oh, yeah, I wanted to dance, all right. My friends giggled and teased me, and I blushed as Tom took my hand and gently pulled me out of the chair. 

We danced to three songs, one after the other. As Tom whirled me around during the third, I suddenly caught another glimpse of that face. He was gazing indolently at the dancing crowd, but his eyes suddenly zeroed in on me. They stayed there briefly, then flitted away, and he turned his back on the dance floor. I sucked in my breath, stunned, and completely lost my concentration. I collided, hard, with Tom's chest.

"I think I need to sit this one out. My head feels funny. Sorry, and thanks for the dances." I smiled weakly up at him. He was nice, really. He had even put up with my clumsy dance moves. But then I had seen him, and I couldn’t shake the inexplicable feeling that I had seen that face before, somewhere. I found myself feeling curious enough to know just where, too.

"Sure, no problem." He shrugged, smiling. "Want me to get you a glass of water or something?"

I looked down. My cheeks were on fire. I felt sorry for the poor guy.

"No, thanks. I just need to sit down for a the bar." Involuntarily, I looked in his direction, as my face continued to flame.

Tom glanced over at the bar, and, of course, saw the guy sitting there. Then he looked back at me, and frowned.

"You know that guy?" His voice had suddenly taken on a note of hostility.

I couldn't bring my eyes up to his face. "Well, no, not really..." I stammered. Too late, I realized I should have come up with some excuse, like having to go to the restroom, and asking Tom to wait for me back at my friends' table. But I just never did stuff like that. All I wanted to do, anyway, was to check out my suspicions about this guy.....

"Oh, I see," he said, "you would like to get to know him, then."

I opened my mouth to say something, as I looked up at his face. It was set in stone, and he was glaring at me.

"Later, then," he said, as he took his hand off my arm. With that, he turned around, and promptly disappeared into the crowd.

I bit my lower lip. Now I was feeling very guilty. Tom was a nice, good-looking guy, I scolded myself. But...then I had seen that other guy, and, well, he looked so familiar…..

I found myself walking slowly over to him.

As I approached, I saw him come out of his apparent reverie, and turn to watch me coming closer. His eyes were a peculiar shade of gold – warm butterscotch was the color that came to mind. They were pointedly staring at mine. I could not look away, but I did manage to take in the rest of his face. It was the most beautiful male face I had ever seen, with its strong jaw, sculpted nose, and dark, brooding eyebrows. Then I noticed how pale he looked, even in the club's semi-darkness. Shadows framed his eyes, giving him a very gloomy, even frightening appearance, and yet…...

His hair, gleaming bronze in the pulsating lights, contrasted sharply with his face. The hair was tousled…… So familiar!

Then it hit me – Edward Cullen. The guy was a dead ringer (no pun intended) for freaking Edward Cullen. Well, Robert Pattinson, really. Oh.My.God. Robert Pattinson? Could I really get that lucky?!

I somehow flowed into the seat next to him. I did not take my eyes off his face as I crossed my legs, taking my little purse off my shoulder and laying it on the counter.

We said nothing for a few minutes, simply staring at each other. I suppose he was as surprised by my approach and helpless scrutiny as I was. And yet, I had the feeling that he had been expecting my approach.

Then he spoke.

"You should get up just as quietly and quickly as you can, and leave." His voice was as beautiful as the rest of him. It held no hint of menace, and yet, I shivered. He even sounded like Edward in the movies.

"What...did you just say?" I laughed nervously. I couldn't possibly have heard him right.

He closed his eyes, as if he were in pain, and brought one of his hands to his head, leaning on the counter. Again I noticed that he had not touched his drink. It appeared to be a Bloody Mary.

"Please!" This time it was unmistakable; he was hissing through his teeth. "You must leave, now! Don't ask any questions. Just go!"

"But why?" I was so shocked, I didn't know whether to take his blasted drink and throw it in his face, or just stomp away angrily.

Then he opened his eyes, and glared at me. A thrill of fear swept through my body, but I didn’t move. The fear was quickly replaced by anger, though.

“You’re honestly the RUDEST guy I’ve ever met,” I sputtered, clenching my fists. “I’m sure you’re aware of your uncanny resemblance to Robert Pattinson. You think you can just snap your fingers, and have any woman in this club, don’t you?”

He suddenly smiled, and it was not a pleasant smile.

“You are absolutely right. But it really wouldn’t be good for any of them if they succumbed to my charms. It certainly wouldn’t be good for you, either.”

I folded my arms and met his stare with as much indignation as I could. “Oh, so you think I’m going to ‘succumb’, as you put it?”

“You already have. I reeled you right in, didn’t I? You couldn’t wait to sashay on over here, could you?”

I was speechless. The fact that he was now grinning broadly, with no hint of malice, confused me. Was this guy a chameleon, or what? And…..was I talking to the real English actor, who had made so many girls and women swoon while watching the Twilight movies?

I had to ask. I just had to.

“Are you Robert Pattinson? If you are, why are you being so freaking rude? Don’t you care about your adoring fans, of which I happen to be one?”

He suddenly, actually, growled. “My name is Edward Cullen,” he spit out, through gritted teeth.

“Well, dahling,” I drawled, as I picked up my purse and got to my feet, “you can add arrogance to your list of ‘charms’. I can’t believe you actually think you’re Edward Cullen! Enjoy the hunt.”

Incredibly, as I got off the bar seat and turned to leave, he was right beside me, grabbing my arm. I was startled. How had he moved so quickly?

“Not so fast…..Bella,” he purred in that delicious voice of his. I really felt fear this time.

“Wait……what name did you just call me?” I turned to look at him, my mouth agape.

“Don’t play games…..Bella,” He continued to purr, his hand still on my arm.

“You must have had more to drink than it looked, at first glance,” I snapped, jerking my arm away. Incredibly, he let me go. “My name is NOT Bella.”

He smiled again. “You can cut out the play acting now. Charlie won’t be happy when I tell him you’ve been club hopping. You’re underage, you know.”

I was again rendered speechless. I cleared my throat. “Sir, you obviously need glasses promptly. I am NOT Bella. She’s a character in Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight books. And you are obviously NOT Edward Cullen, despite your resemblance to Robert Pattinson, the actor who played him in the movies. Edward is a fictional character. My name is Maria, and I don’t even look remotely like Bella. Plus, I’m – ahem – quite a bit older than seventeen. I’m currently single, but have no plans on starting a new relationship. Especially not with a man who’s several years younger than me, and is a psycho Edward Cullen look-alike!”

I turned to go, but had only taken a few steps when he overtook me once more, grabbing my arm again.

“Let me go,” I hissed between clenched teeth.

“You know, I’ve changed my mind. I think I scared you, telling you to go away. But I like you. You’re fiery. So, against my better judgment, I want to dance with you.”

“But I do NOT want to dance with you,” I said, evenly.

As an answer, he suddenly kissed me. A thrill of electricity went through me, but I resisted the feeling. I reminded myself that this guy was definitely NOT who he claimed to be.

Somehow, I managed to tear my mouth away from his.

“Let. Me. Go.” I hissed again, while struggling to get free.

He chuckled, actually leering at me. “All right, I will. But you have to say, ‘Please let me go, Edward.’ "

Edward, again?! This guy was totally nuts!

“All right…..Edward, please let me go.”

And he promptly did. I quickly reached back, purse in hand, and slugged him in the jaw, as hard as I possibly could. He actually staggered. I think he was more surprised than I was.

He stared at me, gingerly rubbing his jaw.

“Wow, Bella, you sure pack a mean punch! I thought your punches were only for Jacob. Well, you’ll pay me back for that!”

Then he snarled, and took a step toward me.

“She’s not paying you back for anything, dude,” a voice suddenly said, to my right. I turned. Unbelievably, it was Tom.

I grinned at him thankfully.

“Thanks, Tom!” I told him, as I put a hand on his arm. “I really appreciate you coming back, especially after the way I treated you earlier.”

“No problem, sweetheart,” he replied, smoothly, keeping his eyes on “Edward”. “Now, what do you say we get out of here?”

“Yeah, that sounds great!” I replied, enthusiastically.

Without further ado, Tom grabbed my hand, and we turned away from the weird guy, wasting no time in putting distance between him and us. But, as we hurriedly jostled and bumped our way through the crowds, I heard “Edward” yell out, “See you in your bedroom tonight, Bella!”

Tom snickered, although I didn’t quite hear him because of all the noise.

Finally, we saw the heavy, double wooden doors in front of us. They opened as we approached, admitting a small group of people who had already been carded. We slipped through them, past the bouncers. Then, we were outside. I took a deep breath.

“Are you all right?” Tom solicitously asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded slowly. My legs were shaking.

“That sure was a nice punch, Maria. I’ve never seen a girl – I mean, woman – throw a punch like that!”

“Thanks! But I have to admit I’m still glad you were there!”

“Who was that guy, anyway?”

I laughed. “He actually told me that he was Edward Cullen. You know, from the Twilight movies?”

Tom guffawed. “No way! He’s loony tunes!”

“Yeah, for sure!” I laughed right along with him. I was still shaking a bit, but was recovering quickly. “Edward never treated Bella that way!”

Tom grinned, linking his arm through mine. “Well, I hope you now have a greater appreciation for nice guys like me, ‘Bella’ !!”

“Oh, believe me, I do!” I squeezed his arm, looking straight into those soulful eyes of his.

"You know, I haven't properly apologized to you," I whispered. Then I reached up, took his face in my hands, and planted a firm kiss on his lips. He sighed, put his arms around my waist, and leaned right into the kiss…..

And this is the unbelievable way in which I met my future husband! 


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  1. This is brilliant writing and it is put together brilliantly Maria. I love the way that you turned the entire concept around and I love the way that it resolves itself with a wonderful ending.

    I hope that you and your family had a great Thanksgiving.

    1. Hi, Brian!

      Oh, THANK YOU SO MUCH!! <3 <3

      This little story is actually an adaptation of a Twilight fan fiction story I posted on, the website for fan fiction writers. I haven't been there in a while.

      I changed that story quite a bit for this blog post. The original story was, of course, favorable to Edward, and Bella was really in it. I made quite a few changes, and the ending is different, as well.

      I wasn't sure that hubby would be happy about being included in a Twilight-inspired story, so I didn't give out his real name. Lol.

      We had a WONDERFUL Thanksgiving!! And it went by SO fast.... :( It would be AWESOME to have a time machine, so one could revisit favorite moments in one's past.....

      Hope you guys had a WONDERFUL Thanksgiving, too!! Thanks for the lovely comment!! <3 :)

  2. You put way more thought into your answer than what I did. Nice little story!

    Happy Thanksgiving!

    1. Hi, Billy~!

      Oh, thank you!! <3 <3

      I grabbed a fan fiction story I originally posted on some time back, and made quite a few changes to it, adding an entirely new ending. In fact, I submitted this question precisely so I could do that! Lol.

      If this were to happen in real life, ia a club, it would be TOTALLY FREAKY!! And you mentioned, in a comment on your own blog post, that you actually ran into a lady at Walmart who REALLY thought she was a character from the Harry Potter series! INCREDIBLE.

      Hope you and your family had a GREAT Thanksgiving!! Thanks for the nice comment!! <3 :)

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    1. Hi, Nicki!

      Thank you SO much!! <3 <3

      This story came from a fan fiction story I posted on, some time back. I adapted it for this blog post.

      Thanks for the nice comment!! <3 :)

  4. Wow. You put way more effort into your answer than I did and I loved it! Hope you have a great weekend. - Katie

    1. Hi, Katie!

      As I told Billy in my reply to his comment above, I actually submitted this question so I could use an adapted version of a Twilight fan fiction story I wrote some time back. That story is posted on Of course, I made many changes to it, and changed the ending, as well.

      Hope you have a great weekend, too!! Thanks for the nice comment!! <3 :)

  5. I LOVE your blog-hopper story. You certainly write a fine short story, Maria - which I think is far harder technically than a full-length novel. I hope you have a lovely weekend:))

    1. Hi, Sarah!

      Oh, THANK YOU SO MUCH!! That's high praise indeed, coming from a professional writer!! <3 <3

      Actually, I've been wanting to write a novel for the longest time now....but just find the idea much too daunting. I HAVE written some fan fiction, though. I started out with stories about the Phantom of the Opera, then got tired of that character, so then I wrote some Twilight stories. They're all posted at, under the name "Angelmuse", if you care to take a look.

      For me, the thing about trying to write a full-length novel is keeping the momentum going. Even with these fan stories that I wrote, I had a hard time with that....

      I'm thinking of a New Year's resolution right now....LOL.

      Thanks again for the praise, and lovely comment!!! Hope you're having a nice Sunday evening!! HUGS!!!! <3 <3 <3 :) :) :)

  6. That was the BEST. I feel like I need to go back and do my post again. I loved your story. Thank you for sharing! While my post is way less entertaining, it's here. Have a great weekend.

    1. Hi, Kymberlee!

      THAN YOU SO MUCH!! <3 <3

      You're very welcome for the sharing! I just wanted an excuse to write a little story! Hehehe!!

      This story is actually an adaptation of a Twilight fan fiction story I wrote, some time back. The original is titled "Saturday Night in Port Angeles", and is posted at under the pen name "Angelmuse". So I changed a few things, as well as the ending. It was a lot of fun!!

      I'm so glad you enjoyed my little tale! I'll go check out your post!

      The weekend is winding down now.... :( Hope you're enjoying the last of it!! :)

      Thanks for the lovely comment!! <3 :)


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