Hi! Little not from the pianist 123 here. This is NOT my fanfiction. It was created by friend who does not have an account and asked me if I could post it for her an I said yes so this is her work, not mine. But for those of you who have read my own Naruto fanfiction called trying not to change the future I've just uploaded the next chapter and I will be uploading the next one after that soon so I hope enjoy it. And now over to the real author of this fic:
A Different Time.
Summary: Esme's son lived and she went back to Charles- never meeting the why does she dream about a gentle , Golden haired , golden eyed man with whom she's irrevocably in love?
In Forks , Washington , a couple of centries later , the Cullens operate less like a family and more like a miniature kingdom – with no knowledge that an 8th member once existed. And yet inexplicably , Carlisle knows someone is missing . Cantime ever be put right , or will the Cullens destroy themselves...?
Carlisle C and Esme C , Romance/ Mystery
A/N : This story is basically two separate times – four years after what would have been Esme's transformation if she had jumped off the cliff , and six months after Bella's wedding and transformation. I hope it's not too complicated- this is my first fan fiction so please be patient!
PROLOGUE
The main door of the house opened and Esme race down stairs, a huge grin on her face, and jumped in to her husband's arms .Carlisle laughed with delight and whirled her around. From nowhere, the rest of her family appeared: Rosalie and Emmet, Alice and Jasper, Bella and Edward , along with Renesmee on her mother's shoulders. Mother. A searing rod of jealousy pierced her. Why did Bella get a child, and she not? It wasn't fair, it wasn't fair!
"you could have one." A voice whispered, cold and yet somehow relaxing. Gentle. "You could have a child, Esme, all you have to do is say... yessssss."
The world went dark, and the darkness started spinning , faster and faster and faster and faster until-
Esme woke with a start, her heart pounding. She turned to look at her husband. Charles was still asleep – and would be till about noon, thank God. She sighed softly, thinking about the gentle man in her dreams, so unlike the rough, hard hearted monster she had married. The man in her dreams had been kind and compassionate, a man with a heart full of love, her handsome doctor, with his golden eyes and his golden hair, and his strength, her savoir who sparkled in the sunlight – Woah! Where had that last bit come from? Mentally scolding herself for being so drawn in by a fantasy, she slipped out of bed, and went to have a shower
A.N There's the first bit, hope you like it! Please Review!