Bella's parents have comissioned a painting to be done of her by one Edward Cullen. Edward, though, is too suave for his own good and its not long before he's trying to talk Bella right out of her own clothes.

“You did really well,” Edward said, beginning to pack up his things.

I blushed. "Thank you."

“You ever thought about posing nude?”

My head went up in shock and I half expected to see one of those gotcha smiles plastered on his face. There wasn’t though. No, instead he looked deadly serious, like he was already taking my clothes off with his eyes. I felt the sudden need to cover up.

This story is six short one-shots, all AU to the Twilight series.  They are the five times Bella Swan died, and the one time she didn't.  Check it out, may not be exactly what you thought. 

If she had heard the screech of the tires sooner, or not been so caught up in her emotions over snow chains she might not have been there at that very second. But she hadn’t heard the tires and she had been caught up in thoughts of Charlie and when she’d spun to see what everyone else was already seeing, it was too late.