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Shattered Love Symphony by Joseph King 17

everything Aiden is doing to me beneath the 

blanket.. 

Aiden began to move his hips slowly, the range of motion isn’t much, but with his massive cock even the tiniest movements feels like I’m experiencing g forces. I bite my lip and rock my hips as well, matching him. That’s it. Just like that.he whispers eagerly in my ear

My entire body is trembling, I don’t know how long I can keep up the charade. Aiden moves his hands beneath my ass and lifts me up slightly, the feeling of his cocking slipping out slowly from my tight pussy makes my eyes twitch. He brings me back down on his cock again, it feels incredible

I nod desperately. I hold on to the blanket for dear life, so that it doesn’t fall, while my other hand covers my mouth, in case I don’t have the will power to hold in my screams

Alan turns around slowly, I can feel his gaze on me, but I keep my eyes glued to the screen. Aiden subtly slips his hand out of my shirt, but his finger still circles my clit under the blanket. We both pause trying to act like nothing is afoot

< Alone With My Twin Stepbrothers 

I know waht you are doing. You don’t need to stay quiet on my account. I’ll just turn up the volume if you get too loud.Alan says, amused

Aiden laughs, his breath warm against my neck. We got caught.” 

My face flushes with embarrassment and something else I can’t quite place. 

Alan leans back, his attention returning to the movie. You two can go upstairs if you want,” he says, his tone easy, like we’re not liturgy fucking infront of him. I’ll join you after I finish this 

movie.” 

Aiden’s fingers still, and he pulls his hand away, he taps me on the arm and I get off him. I feel at a loss as his cock slides out of me, almost empty. I’d been left on a precipicechasing an orgasm only to have it cruelly taken away

I stand in front of Aiden and he adjusts my clothes,pulling my shirt down and smoothing my shorts. After he’s done he tucks his cock into his pants and stands

He takes my hand and leads me upstairs. Alan doesn’t spare us a second glance

We walk up the stairs toward his room. Once we’re in Aiden quietly shuts the door, I’m actually glad Alan won’t be joining us this time. When I’m with Aiden I feel a genuine emotional 

connection with him. Hopefully I can keep exploring it. And it’s not like I don’t like when I do it with both Alan and Aiden, I just feel I need to get to know both boys individually. At least this way I can know if this relationship is worth continuing

Aiden turns to me, his eyes dark with desire. Even though I’m wearing just a thin Tshirt and pajama shorts, his gaze feels like it’s stripping me bare. He steps closer, his hands reaching for the hem of my shirt

He pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it to the side. His lips find my chest, kissing and nipping at my nipples. His hands move to my shorts, tugging them down until I’m completely naked. After I kick my shorts away Aiden takes a step back to admire me. I shiver under his gaze. Aiden drops to his knees and trails his hands up my thighs, grabbing my ass from behind. He kisses my mound gently, like you would kiss a baby

He grabs my hips and lifts me onto the bed, He crawls between my legs, lifting my hips onto his lap. His hands roam over my body, going over every curve, every inch of skin. When he grabs my arm and pulls me onto his lap, his eyes lock onto mine, intense and unwavering

I told you I wanted to see your breasts bounce on top of me,he says, his voice rough with need

I pant, my body already on fire. You did,I whisper, my voice barely audible

Alone With My Twin Stepbrothers 

He lies back, his hands crossed behind his head, his eyes never leaving mine. Now’s the best time,” he says, a smirk playing on his lips

EllaPOV 

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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