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Alden says don’t worry we don’t have to try anything tonight if you’re not in the mood, not after what we just didHis hands slide up my thigh and pinch me close to my cunt. I squeeze my thighs shut immediately and I realize that I’m completely naked. I then grab the sheets and cover myself with them 

Hey, why are you covering up,” Alan says, You don’t need to hide anything from us, Ella.He surveys my body, his eyes moving slowly, deliberately, from my shoulders down to my legs, and back up again. Especially when you look this goodhis voice is thick with lust and need. And I find myself enamored by his gaze. I like the way they look at me. It makes me feel seen and womalike

Alan’s lips curve into a wicked smile, Also,he says, turning to Aiden, I disagree with Aiden’s idea.He looks back at me, I think we should give you a bath first.A shiver courses through me. “Warm you up properly.He pauses, letting the words sink in, And then,” he finishes, his voice a low purr, then you can have a small taste.” 

Alone With My Twin Stepbrothers 

I gulp. 

Alan is still staring at me, his silverblue eyes burning into mine, Can you handle some more?” 

I try to speak, my mouth opens, but no sound comes out. So instead I just nod slowly

Alan’s smile widens, he reaches out and grabs me by the arm, pulling me up from the bed. I stand on my own two feet and he takes a few steps back, taking in the full view of my naked body, and his gaze is frankly admiring. Perfect,” he says You really are the perfect girl Ella.” 

A blush ignites on my cheeks, spreading rapidly, a wildfire of heat that washes over my entire body. Bathroom Ella,Alan orders. Now” 

I start moving before I’m even sure what I’m doing. Alan’s voice has that effect, he’s more direct and commanding than his brother. I don’t know if I should be terrified of Alan’s tone or excited by it

I start to walk, Alan steps to the side and lets me pass. I feel their gaze on my back and sure enough I glance back over my shoulder, stealing a look at the twins. They are watching me, they lookhungry, like they can’t wait to tear into me

I enter the bathroom and don’t bother turning on the light, I’m more comfortable with the lights off, besides I know my way around. I reach for the shower knob and twist. Warm water sprays from the shower head overhead. I test the water temperature with my hand, it’s just right, but just as I’m about to step under the downpour the bathroom door opens and Aiden and Alan step inside

The first thing they do is turn on the lights. Aiden was still naked, his thick cock hanging limp between his thighs. Alan was still fully dressed but he’s starting to unbutton his shirt. Tugging the shirt out from where it’s tucked into his dark blue jeans, he pull it off his shoulders, revealing his perfectly toned chest beneath

He looks just as good as Aiden, there’s practically no difference. Their brown hair is messy, And their eyes, those piercing, silverblue eyes, are fixed on me, burning with lust

EllaPOV 

Aiden steps back as Alan grabs my hips and pulls me toward him. My breasts pressed up firmly against his chiseled chest, soaking up his warmth. I can’t wait for thisHe groans into my mouth

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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