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Shattered Love Symphony by Joseph King 7

Shattered Love Symphony by Joseph King 7

He moves his hand up my stomach and grabs my left breast and fondles it and pinches it in all the right spots. When he pinched the nipple tight between his fingers. Oh.I moan

Dirty little girlhe teases me with the most charming voice. He pulls me up from the bed and goes to his knees. I watch him in absolute reverence as he kisses me on the thigh and works his way up. I nearly fall over when his lips touch my mound, but he grabs my ass keeping me from falling and goes in with his tongue. I have nowhere to move, so I just stand there, my head falling back as my legs shake from the way he is making me feel

I spread my legs allowing him more head room, and grab his head, his mouth is amazing, He licks me like an animal, leaving no crevice untouched

His tongue slids into my skin, his hands part my butt, his fingertips exploring my tight hole. I jump up, but when he tapes it with his finger, I feel relaxed again. He’s not going there, is he

Still, even though I am in shock and fear, the way he touches me thrilled me. He can have me if he wants

Close your eyes, until I let youAiden says and I stand rooted to the spot. If Aiden doesn’t want me to open eyes then that’s exactly what I won’t do

I closed my eyes still as instructed, hearing he walked over. For a while, his hands put on my body again

< Alone With My Twin Stepbrothers 

I’m going to make you feel so good,his voice turned husky, a little different than before. He leans down and sucks my nipple for a few seconds before letting go

He lifts both my legs up from under the knee and brings them up to my chest. It opens me up

wider than ever before

He leans down, and his lips meet mine, in a possessive kiss. His tongue agressively slides. between my lips, and I open my mouth, letting him in. I dig my nails into his back as the kiss deepens, and all the while, his dick is slowly entering my pussy. Feeling of him inside me. doesn’t hurt as much as I imagine. In fact, it’s the opposite, it feels fucking great

In this position Aiden’s dick is reaching deeper into me

You’re so fucking beautiful,he grabbed my hair murmurs, and started to quicken his pace. His action became increasingly fierce, totally different from his gentle personality, but which 

made me so excited

Do you like being fucked?he asks, with a strained voice now

YesI blurt out, my fingers grabbing at the bedsheets

I still closed my eyes, letting myself get lost in it, immersed in the feeling, the rhythm, the sheer physicality of it all. My legs quiver as I feel the trembling sensation of climax approaching. Aiden doesn’t slow down, he’s fucking me like I’m the only thing that matters in the world

Fuuckk Ella” 

Shattered Love Symphony by  Joseph King  

Shattered Love Symphony by Joseph King  

Status: Ongoing

Joseph King  
 

Joseph King is an American author known for his emotionally compelling storytelling, relatable characters, and themes that revolve around family, identity, and the quiet battles of everyday life. Born and raised in Seattle, Washington, Joseph grew up in a modest household where books were as essential as groceries. His mother, a school librarian, often brought home classic novels and contemporary literature, nurturing his love for fiction at an early age. His father, a factory worker, inspired Joseph with his dedication, discipline, and belief that every dream is worth fighting for.

From childhood, Joseph showed a natural talent for writing. He would often spend hours crafting small stories in his notebooks, inspired by the people around him and the world he imagined beyond his window. During high school, he won multiple creative writing awards, setting the foundation for his literary aspirations. He later attended the University of Oregon, majoring in English Literature and Creative Writing. It was during these years that Joseph began shaping his unique voice — one that combines poetic language with raw emotional honesty.

After graduating, Joseph initially worked as a freelance editor and taught creative writing workshops to aspiring writers. His breakthrough came when his debut novel, Beneath the Maple Sky, captivated readers with its touching portrayal of friendship, heartbreak, and healing. The novel quickly gained critical acclaim and was praised for its emotional depth and relatable characters. Since then, Joseph has written multiple bestselling novels, many of which have been translated into international languages and adapted into streaming-platform projects.

Joseph’s writing style is often described as heartfelt, deeply introspective, and powerful in its simplicity. Rather than focusing on fantasy or elaborate plots, he explores human emotions — love, loss, forgiveness, betrayal, and the search for meaning. Through his stories, Joseph highlights that everyone carries pain, everyone fights silent battles, and every person deserves understanding.

Despite his success, Joseph remains grounded. He lives a quiet life in Portland, Oregon, where he continues to write daily. When he is not writing, Joseph enjoys hiking, reading poetry, and spending time at local cafés where he often observes life around him — turning small moments into meaningful stories. His journey from a passionate young storyteller to a renowned novelist serves as an inspiration to young writers around the world, proving that imagination, perseverance, and heart can turn dreams into reality.

1️⃣ Night. Branch. Panic.

Teen hazari raat.
Cold wind.
Drunk girl balancing on a tree branch.

Ella knocks on Aiden’s window, whispering desperately:

“Psst… open up. Please.”

She forgot her house key.
Front door locked.
No courage to wake her mother.
So she chose the one person who always wakes up…

Her disciplined, intimidating stepbrother — Aiden.


2️⃣ Soldier Mode Activated

Lamp clicks on.
Curtains shift.
Aiden appears — tired eyes, rigid posture, military sharpness.

“Ella? It’s 3AM. What the hell are you doing on a tree?”

Before she answers — she slips.
He reacts instantly, pulling her inside with soldier reflexes.

She crashes on the carpet.
He stands over her like a commander.


3️⃣ Anger With Care

Not yelling loudly —
but that controlled military tone that scares more than shouting:

“You could’ve fallen. You could’ve died!”

Ella rubs her bruised shoulder, annoyed:

“Relax, I'm fine…”

Aiden's jaw clenches — frustration, worry, protectiveness all mixed.


4️⃣ A New Aiden

She finally looks at him properly.
Gone is the skinny teenage boy.

Now —
Tall. Broad shoulders. Strong arms.
Stubble. Jawline. Steely gaze.

He looks like someone who’s seen war.
Because he has.

She realizes she doesn’t really know this version of him.


5️⃣ From Annoyance to Uncleared Emotions

He crosses arms, staring down at her:

“You’re nineteen. Still sneaking out like a kid.”

She rolls her eyes:

“I’m an adult.”

He steps closer, voice low:

“Adults remember their house keys.”

She hates that he makes sense.
Hates that he suddenly feels… different.
Older. Scarier. Safer.

Confusing.


6️⃣ Who Were You With?

Aiden's military instincts flare:

“Who drove you back? Where were you?”

Ella avoids eye contact:

“None of your business.”

Wrong answer.

He leans in, voice dangerously quiet:

“If someone hurt you—if someone disrespected you—I need to know.”

Not romantic.
Not intimate.
Just raw protective rage.

Because to him, she’s still a kid he’s sworn to protect.


7️⃣ Old Childhood Dynamics Return

She remembers childhood battles —
annoying pranks, wrestling, teasing, getting chased in hallways.

Only now…
the roles feel heavier.

He isn’t teasing.
He’s warning.

And she suddenly feels small again — stubborn, rebellious, but small.


8️⃣ A Consequence Speech

Instead of anything physical, he gives her a military-style consequence:

“If you sneak out again, you train with me at 5AM. Every day.”

Push-ups. Running. Discipline. Pain.

Ella freezes.

“You’re joking.”

He doesn’t blink.

“Try me.”


9️⃣ Growing Up Hurts

She drops her gaze.
Not because she’s afraid —
but because for the first time, she realizes…

They aren’t kids anymore.

He’s grown into a soldier.
She’s still learning how to be an adult.

And tonight, embarrassment hits harder than the fall.


🔟 A Silent Understanding

Aiden hands her water, calmer now.

“Text me next time. I’ll open the door.”

She mutters:

“Didn’t think you'd care.”

His expression softens — just for a heartbeat.

“I do.”

No flirting.
No touching.
Just heavy, complicated sibling-energy tension.

She walks out of his room with flushed cheeks and a heart she doesn’t fully understand.

And he watches her leave, jaw tight.

Because after two years away, he didn’t expect to feel protective again.
And she didn’t expect him to matter.

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