Another Twilight fanfic

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Well not exactly new, but they are still on with the tiers... 😭

-BROOK WALLACE

-SAKURAT2

-WINTERROZE

-ANGEL ROBLES

-GAPIR58

-SELVOR GRIM

Thank you so much. Saved me this month fight the so called creator/author curse. Like for real.

we're currently at chapter 115, possibly chapter 117 in patreon and KoFi after i upload the chaps later.

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NJ's POV

It's been years since I last saw her. Ever since Mother and Robin split up—which I still can't believe they did without so much as telling me. I was just a kid back then. Weren't they supposed to care how I'd take it emotionally? I thought parents usually stayed together for their kids, even when they didn't love each other anymore. Isn't that what they're supposed to do?

I know it's selfish to think that way. We were a perfect family, or at least I thought so. I love Olivia—I truly do. I'll forever be thankful she adopted me. But Robin… she was like my other parent. It sounds strange to say, but she kind of filled the role of a father. I know that sounds rude. If she were here, she'd probably lecture me about gender roles or something. But that's just how it was.

I looked up to her. She was—no, is—the most beautiful person I've ever seen. Strong, independent, magnetic. I admired everything about her. I wanted to be like her. Wherever she went, people noticed her. No one could ever completely hate her, even if they tried. There was something about her—a warmth, a charm—that just drew you in. Men, women, it didn't matter. Everyone found her attractive.

Before I met her, I already had this vague idea of how I could change my fate. I knew I had a pretty face, and I figured I could use it. But I also knew it wouldn't be easy. I'd have to face the dark side of the industry I wanted to break into. Sacrifices were unavoidable, or so I thought. I told myself I could set aside my pride and dignity for a while—for fame, money, admiration. To be worshipped. The goal was to make sure people couldn't ignore me or look down on me.

But meeting Robin changed that. I didn't want to make those sacrifices anymore. She wouldn't have. Well… unless the person behind the backdoor deal was a beautiful woman. That was Robin's only flaw: she loved women.

That's one of the reasons they gave me for the breakup. She was still seeing other women while she and Olivia were together. At first, I didn't get it. I was angry at her for cheating on my mother. But before I could confront her, I overheard them talking. Robin asked Mother if she was really okay with her seeing other women. And to my shock, I heard Mother say:

"Yes, it's fine. Actually, please do. You're too fierce in bed, and you never seem to get tired. I know I can't satisfy your lust alone, so I'm okay with it. As long as you keep me and NJ in mind, you can fu—"

Mother didn't get to finish because Robin covered her mouth. She looked at me, then at Mother, probably worried I'd hear something I shouldn't. Too late. I just pretended I didn't hear a thing.

Robin always knew I wasn't as innocent as I seemed. Life had already ruined that for me. I'd seen too much, learned too much, and it made me mature faster than I should have. Most adults didn't like it. They preferred kids who acted like kids, with innocent eyes and hopeful expressions. Even Olivia—who I know loves me as her own—sometimes gave me that look, like I wasn't quite what she'd hoped for.

But Robin? Never. She understood me. She accepted me as I was and encouraged me to be myself. She didn't coddle me or try to shape me into her image. She let me make my own choices, my own mistakes. And when I fell, she was there to help me get back up.

We had a good little family, even with Nasu around. He was a man Robin adopted, like a brother to her. That made him my step-uncle, I guess.

So when Mother gave me her reason for the breakup, I couldn't accept it at first. It hurt. But eventually, I made peace with it. Mother found love again with the bartender from the place where we'd first met Robin. He's a good man, and I gave them my blessing. She deserves to be happy.

I didn't hate Robin for leaving. I resented her for a while, sure, but that didn't last. I started missing her again. Even after all these years, she's still my role model. I became one of those kids I used to scoff at—the ones who miss the parent who walked out on them.

Now I'm old enough to follow my dreams. Modeling, showbiz—that's my world. The reasons I'm doing it might have changed, but the dream is still there. I want to inspire others, to be someone's role model. I want to give people hope, without ever sacrificing my pride or dignity.

So far, I've been lucky. The people I've worked with in the industry have been decent. I know others who've had horror stories, but I haven't had any. It's almost too good to be true. Sometimes I wonder if Robin has something to do with it.

She always had this mysterious side to her. We knew she was rich—she never let us want for anything—but it wasn't just that. Robin and Nasu… there's something different about them. It's not their race or appearance—though Robin's an albino and Nasu's dark-skinned. It's something else.

They have this… air about them. Like they're not quite human.

For years, I'd tried to bury my questions about Robin and Nasu, but the nagging curiosity had become impossible to ignore. What was it about them? That air of mystery they carried, the way they moved through the world like it owed them nothing, yet they commanded everything. Robin had always been larger than life, but the more I thought about it, the less I believed it was simply charisma or confidence.

Something wasn't adding up, and I had to know the truth.

I started where most people wouldn't—at the fringes. My growing fame had introduced me to an eclectic mix of people, some of them more eccentric than others. One name stood out among the underground circles I frequented: Anton LaVey. The man had recently started his so-called Church of Satan, a mix of theatrics, self-indulgence, and pseudo-philosophy that was gaining notoriety.

I didn't buy into his act, but LaVey was known for having connections to people who dealt in secrets. If anyone knew about Robin and Nasu—or others like them—it would be someone in his orbit.

I found myself in his dimly lit parlor one humid evening, the walls lined with dark drapes and eerie paintings. He was everything I expected: theatrical, sharp-eyed, and vain.

"Marilyn Monroe," he said, his deep voice carrying a rehearsed charm as he gestured for me to sit. "To what do I owe the pleasure of a rising star gracing my humble sanctuary?"

"I'm looking for someone," I said, leaning forward. "A long-lost relative. She disappeared years ago, and I'm running out of leads. I thought you might have access to… unconventional channels."

LaVey studied me, his lips curving into a sly smile. "Unconventional, you say? Well, my dear, you've come to the right place. The real question is, how far are you willing to go to find what you're looking for?"

"As far as it takes," I replied, my tone steady. "But let's not waste time with theatrics, LaVey. Either you know something, or you don't."

His eyes glinted, a mix of amusement and respect. "Fair enough. I can give you a name—someone who might know more about people who tend to… disappear. But be warned: the deeper you dig, the more likely you are to uncover things you might not want to see."

I left with a lead, but it wasn't enough. If LaVey's theatrics couldn't bring me closer to Robin, I needed to aim higher.

That's how I found myself at a gala in Washington, D.C., mingling with the country's most powerful people. Through sheer determination and a growing network of contacts, I'd managed to secure an invitation—and more importantly, an introduction to John F. Kennedy himself.

The room was dazzling, filled with the glittering elite, but my focus was singular. As I made my way through the crowd, I spotted him: the president, effortlessly charming as he conversed with a small group.

I waited for the right moment, then stepped forward, offering a polite but confident smile. "Mr. President, I don't mean to intrude, but I wanted to thank you personally for the work you've done for this country."

Kennedy turned to me, his famous smile lighting up his face. "No intrusion at all, Miss…?"

"Marilyn, Marilyn Monroe," I said, extending my hand.

His eyes lingered on me, a flicker of curiosity passing through them. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms.Monroe... What brings someone like you to Washington?"

"I've been trying to reconnect with family," I said smoothly, keeping my expression neutral. "A relative of mine disappeared years ago, and I'm running out of leads. I thought this gala might be a good opportunity to meet people who could help."

His smile softened, and he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "Family's important. Perhaps I can be of assistance."

"I'd be grateful for any help, Mr. President," I said, holding his gaze.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur. Kennedy stayed near me for much of the night, introducing me to key figures and asking questions that felt more personal than professional. His charm was undeniable, but I could tell he was as intrigued by me as I was by the opportunities he represented.

By the end of the gala, it was clear he was taken with me—and I couldn't deny the power that came with his attention.

As I left the event, I knew I'd secured more than just connections. With Kennedy's resources at my disposal, I was one step closer to finding Robin. Whatever secrets she and Nasu were hiding, I was determined to uncover them. And if I had to charm the most powerful man in the world to do it, so be it.

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AN: another chap uploaded! Honestly, I've been trying to dial back down the cussing and stuff, learning how to write stuff prettily or at least make it more coherent for y'all.

I've been using grammarly and the internet to study and correct stuff, and leasen filler words, haaah, like... I have not realized just how much filler words i have been using, but as you can see, the monologues has stayed, can't really do mich about that.

But i have gotten rid of the authors not in the chap, and stopped including the whole songs... Not sure if it's the right thing to do tho... Haaah.. I might incorporate it again after chapter 117... Because I've been using this format till then but I kinda miss the banter with the MC(as the AN), and i miss the full immersion witht he full songs... Ugh but i dont wanna hear complaints again... But i might hear stuff like the story has been boring lately... Or stuff, but oh well,

Aaaaanywho... For those who atill continue to send me powerstones... And for those who still comment and make me feel your presence, i really really appreciate you guys, and girls(I'm still hoping that there are women reading this, where are my are my fellow lesbians?! Jk tehe~😜)

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