Ebony Frost

by BookReads28

Bella was done. With her life, her responsibilities, with everything. So when her bestfriend offers her family's cabin as a getaway, Bella jumps at the chance. Little does she know what's waiting for her there. E&B. Loosely based off of the book Black Ice by Becca Fitzpatrick. OCC. Rated M for disturbing content, language, and future lemons ;).

1. Chapter 1

Hi guys! So this story will be a little different from the ones I have done before, this one's on the darker side. This also did not come entirely from my head. This story will be loosely based off of the book Black Ice by Becca Fitzpatrick. I read this book a few years ago and was immediately drawn in by it. I will not be completely copying the plot, only taking the larger things, but the rest will be my own. There will be short chapters, which is better for you guys, because it makes it easier to write when I don't have to worry about completely a minimum of 4,000 words per chapter. Also, I'm in school, which means it will be easier to just pick up my phone and write things down in my free time. I hope you enjoy this brief glimpse into Ebony Frost. I would really love it if you guys could give me feedback and/or suggestions.

These characters belong to Stephanie Meyer and the major plot points belong to Becca Fitzpatrick.
The rest? Is all me :).

Preface

Thinking about how I would die was never an exciting pastime for me. In fact, I had never thought of it as anything but something that would happen later, in the future, never the present.

And now, death is all I can think about.

It's funny how your priorities change when you're placed in a life threatening situation. You no longer care about how close your GPA was to Jessica Stanley's while plotting ways to get her to fail Calculus.

You no longer care about what you were going to wear the next day to impress the most people, or what guys you had a crush on or the latest gossip at your school about someone who you will probably never see again.

You suddenly get your priorities straight.

I look down at my frozen feet covered only by some thin, cheap, dirty socks. I try not to cry because it's already hard enough to breathe with the gag in my mouth and, while I know he doesn't deserve it, I feel bad for the beautiful man who is ultimately the reason I'm going to die. He doesn't like it when I cry or wince in pain. He doesn't want to do this to us. I can see it in his eyes, that he feels like he has no choice, I wish I could tell him that he has a choice. We all have a choice.

Well, except for me. Mine was stolen from me.

Should I continue? What do you guys think?