Let The Storms Commence

by beautifulxliar

By day, Bella is a normal college student. But by night, Bella works as a stripper. Edward tries to figure out the mysterious Bella, only to come upon some of her deepest, darkest secrets. What will he think when he figures it out? What will Bella do? Lots of Alice in the story as well! Rated M for a reason, please read the warning inside before continuing.

1. Preface

A/N: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters.

Warning: This story includes rape, self-harm, strippers, cussing, and many other things that you may not enjoy. Please do not read if you don't want to read a story that includes these things.

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Preface

I heard once that a woman would have her heart broken six times before she finally found her true love. Her soulmate. The person who would love her unconditionally.

When I first heard this, I was just a child. From that moment on, I was waiting for my prince charming to swoop in and save me. I waited through every foster home the system pushed me through. I wanted through every birthday, every holiday, and every insignificant day in my life. I waited through all of the good. I waited through all of the bad. I waited through every thunderstorm that caused fear to overtake me at every crash of thunder or streak of lightning.

But, no one ever came.

And now, I have grown into an adult. I refuse to keep waiting for my savior. I refuse to wait for my prince charming. I refuse to have my heart broken six times by men. At one point in my life, I was a small girl from a small town, with nothing but a broken heart and fear in my life. But at twenty, going on twenty one, I am out to break those six hearts before they have a chance to break mine. I need to prove myself, to the world, that I can become someone, that I will become someone. Those thunderstorms, which I used to cower from, are now my sign of strength, my sign of survival. For this reason, I have the lightning bolt tattooed behind my right ear.

For every heart I break, another tattoo will be placed in line with the one I already have. Because I am a storm. The first bolt, the one I have now, is for the first heart broken – mine. And now that I have had my heart broken for the first and last time, I want revenge.

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A/N: Thanks for reading. If this seems familiar, it's just an updated version of an old story. Hope you like the changes if you are reading it for a second time. And I hope you like it if you are reading it for the first time as well!

More to come soon!

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