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caught.” 

He moves his hands up from my waist and cups my breasts, squeezing them firmly before finally letting me go

I shove a sandwich at him, I’m going to sunbathe by the pool. Enjoy your sandwich.I say it quickly

He takes the sandwich and sits at the table. I’ll be watching from my window. And by later

you better mean tonight.” 

As I walk away, I pray Mom and Bary will be too engrossed in their sandwiches to have overheard us. But my hopes are shortlived. As I walk past the living room toward the stairs, Bary calls me over, Oh, Ella, could you come in here for a minute” 

I force a smile and take a seat in the living room. Bary looks at me, his eyes are blue just like Alansand Aidens

< Alone With My Twin Stepbrothers 

Morning Kido, We haven’t talked in a while, you know I’ve been busy with work and allHe seems genuinely sorry he can’t spend more time with me and this family.I want to ask what are your plans after graduation Ella? You can’t just sit around doing nothing with the rest of your life.” He asks, his voice calm and inviting

The question catch me off guard and I open my mouth to answer, but nothing comes out. I’ve been trying to figure out what to do after attending my local community college, but I’m not sure what I want to do yet

EllaPOV 

Before I can respond, Bary continues What if you join the army like Alan and Aidenhe puts out a hand gesturing that he wants to say more Now, you might not like the sound of that, but enlisting in the army is a great way to add structure to your life, plus the pay is decent, you can make a decent living off of it I think maybe” 

Absolutely not.Aiden’s voice comes from the kitchen, facing Bary. There is no way I’m letting her do something so dangerous.” 

The room falls into a sudden silence. I blink at him, stunned by his intensity. My mother’s gaze flickers between the two of us, her brow slightly raised. I know that look. She’s noticed something here

She clears her throat. And why exactly does Ella’s future concern you so much, Aiden? It’s Ella’s life, she needs to do something.” 

The army is dangerous. She could get hurt. Or worseHis voice falters for a second, but then his expression hardens again. I won’t let that happen.” 

Bary laughs slightly and tilts his head, curiosity clear in his expression. I must say I’m surprised Alden, I don’t think I’ve seen you show this level of concern for your sister before. I guess I haven’t been home often enough to notice the shift” 

Aiden’s face turns bright red. She’s myHe paused, I can’t help wondering what he’s going to say, but after a moment’s silence, he quickly adds She’s my stepsister. My family. I just think it would be better if Ella finishes with school and then tries out a couple of things, to see what she likes, putting her straight into army internment is the worst possible idea.” 

Mom watches him closely, then turns to me. Ella, what do you 

think?” 

I take a deep breath, trying to find the right words. Yeah, I’m with Aiden on this one. Just give me a week let me think of what I want to do” 

Aiden still looks tense, but his shoulders relax just a fraction when I add, But don’t worryl doubt I’ll be joining the military. It’s a good idea Bary but it’s not really for me. I hate running. I only run if I’m being chased, so that won’t happen” 

Alone With My Twin Stepbrothers 

Mom laughs, shaking her head. That is the most honest thing I’ve ever heard. I don’t think I’ve met anyone less active than you.” 

Hey!I narrow my eyes at her

She grins, completely unrepentant. Just stating facts sweetheart” 

Bary chuckles, standing up from his seat. Don’t mind you mom Kido, you’re tough in my book” 

Yeah yeah, whateverI stand up I’m going to go bask by the pool, see you guys laterTurning to Bary, I say, Have a safe trip and I’ll see you when you get back.” 

Without waiting for another comment, I make my escape up the stairs, sighing in relief as soon as I shut my bedroom door behind me. I lock it, leaning against the wood. That wasawkward

Aiden’s reaction was more intense than I expected. What was he going to say before he corrected himself? What exactly am I to him

Shaking my head, I push off the door and pull my clothes off, reaching for the blue tie bikini I picked out earlier

The past few months have been happy strangely so. Being with them, living under the same roof. And then there’s Alan. Every time we’re screwing, every time he touches me, he whispers the Lword. I don’t think he even realizes he’s saying it. Maybe it’s just the excitement. Maybe it doesn’t mean anything

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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