HEY! Hehe, so I finally got around to posting the sequel to Cullen Manor!

FULL SUMMARY

Edward and Bella have been living the perfect life. That is, until the ghost of her mother comes back with a chilling prophecy. Bella doesn't want to get mixed up with ghosts anymore, but it seems that she doesn't have a choice, and is thrown back into the supernatural world yet again, this time to finish digging up the past of a certain R.L.S. … What will the supernatural world have in store for them this time around?

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Life was perfect at first—picture perfect.

The moment I had turned twenty, Alice (whom had become my best friend over the amount of time we had spent together after the events at Cullen Manor) had revealed how she had been planning Edward's and my wedding for the past year or so, and wouldn't take no for an answer. I had never actually considered marriage before then, but it was tempting. I finally gave in to her puppy-dog eyes –she was so good at those—and we were married on August 13th. I got pregnant with our son the first week of the honeymoon, and gave birth to Edward Anthony Mason Cullen III little over nine months later. Four years and some months later, his sister Carlie was born.

"Mommy! Mommy! Wake up!" I opened one of my eyes to see Carlie, my wonderful three-year-old, standing in the doorway, literally bouncing with excitement. Normally by this time, she'd be on my bed, jolting me awake. And that was on normal days. I shudder just thinking about last Christmas…

I shook my head and closed my eyes. "Who is this 'Mommy' person you speak of? I know no such person," I mumbled sleepily.

"Mooooooommmmmmyyyy!" she whined. "You gots to get up! Daddy's makin' some panny-cakes and Eddie's gonna go to school soon! You need to say bye bye to him!" 'Eddie', like his sister had said, was going to his first day of second grade today. Edward had grown accustomed to the nickname 'Eddie', much to both his father's dismay and surprise, considering the fact that he hated the nickname. I groaned as I sat up in bed and stretched my arms, knowing that I should have been up an hour ago.

"Alright, I'm up, I'm up," I muttered, standing up and walking out of my bedroom, making sure to run a hand through her hair as I passed. She looked so much like Edward with that hair. Our kids seemed to have gotten an equal amount of each of us in them—or, at least, in their features. Carlie had Edward's hair, and my eyes, while Junior (A/N: Their son will either be called Eddie or Junior, so that we don't get him and his father mixed up, ok? Ok.) had my hair color, and his father's eyes.

Carlie squealed as she ran past me, down the staircase of our home in Seattle. We didn't live in Forks anymore, much less Cullen Manor, for the memories were way too much for either of us.

I stopped at the stairs, not bothering to go down them just yet, and watched.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Carlie called as she ran into the kitchen. Edward stopped flipping the "panny-cakes" as his daughter called them, and spun around to look at our daughter.

"Hey, squirt!" he cooed, bending down to swoop her up into his arms and give her a kiss on the cheek. She laughed and squealed, kicking her legs.

"Oh no, Daddy! The Kissy Monster is gonna get me!" she cried.

Edward faked a gasp. "Really? Oh no!" He growled and planted kisses all over her face, saving the tip of her nose for last.

She squealed and giggled the entire time, "Oh no, Mommy save me! The Kissy Monster is attacking me!" She wriggled out of his grasp and ran up the steps, hiding behind my leg. "Save me, Mommy! Daddy's the Kissy Monster now!"

I laughed and picked her up. "Well then, let's go see what we can do about that," I said, walking down the steps towards my husband. The closer I got to him, the more Carlie squealed. "So you're the Kissy Monster, huh?" I asked playfully as I came to a stop in from of him.

"That's right," he replied. He smiled at me, and I smiled back. Carlie squirmed out of my grasp.

"Oh no! Mommy's gonna get eaten by the Kissy Monster!" she said to her brother.

I grabbed at Edward's shirt and put my lips to his, as if making a point to our daughter.

Junior groaned and Carlie squealed at the same time.

The smell of something burning filled my senses, and I pulled away from Edward to sniff at the air. "What's that burning?" I asked. He shrugged and smoke filled the air from the griddle, causing the smoke detector to go off.

Edward cursed and ran over to my expensive griddle – yes, it was, and still is, mine – turning it off and scraping the charred pieces of pancakes off of it.

"Language," I chastised him, grabbing the garbage can and bringing it over to him. He smiled, leaning over to give me a quick peck on the cheek.

"Sorry, Hun."

"Maybe we should stick with toast," I said.

"Yeah, good idea."

"I wanna make it, Mommy! Lemme make it!" Carlie screeched as she came back over to us, and I laughed as I scooped her up, setting her down on the counter.

"Alright, you can make the toast." I handed her two pieces of toast and guided her to the toaster.

She wouldn't accept any help after that. She was so much like her father – so stubborn all the time. After the toast popped, she decided that it was too hot to take out, so she waited until it was cool enough to take out. Two pieces of cold toast and nearly half a stick of butter later, she was finally done and handing the toast to her brother.

"Oh, uh, thanks," he muttered unsurely, taking the toast from her. She smiled widely at him, and he smiled back. She gave him a hug. "Help me out here, mom!" he whispered to me over Carlie's shoulder. I smirked and picked up a slice of toast from the table top where he had set them down and took a huge bite out of it.

She let go of her brother and turned to glare and point at me. "Mommy! I made that for Eddie!"

Edward glanced at his watch. "Alright, Ed, it's time to go; say bye to your mom and sister." Junior grabbed his backpack and gave each of us a hug before running over to his dad, and together they left to take him to school.

Once they were gone, Carlie ran up to her room and grabbed The Little Mermaid, and together we watched it. When Edward came back, he made some popcorn and watched the rest of it with us.

Life was picture perfect at first.

It was the night of our thirteenth anniversary when everything went downhill. Life ceased to exist as we knew it, and there was nothing we could have done about it.

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Soo, how was it? I'll update LVd'OP, this, and SW hopefully by next week.

Now, who thinks I could get five to ten reviews for this?