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 ” us”

My breath catches. Move out?” 

Aiden nods. Alan and I will be starting graduate school soon, but that doesn’t mean we can’t figure out a way to pay for our own place. Together, I’m sure the three of us can do it.” 

I fall silent, considering his words. Having an apartment all to ourselvesIt does sound nice. Even if Mom and Bary were to accept our relationship, staying under the same roof would be ultra awkward. The thought of them catching us kissing or worse, fucking in the living room, 

makes me shudder

That’s actually a great idea AidenI say Because even if mom and dad accept our relationship Living in our own place would make things easier.” 

Aiden smiles, his fingers tightening around mine. Then it’s settled for now. I’ll talk to Alan about it during training tomorrow. I know he’ll agree.” 

His confidence is reassuring, but my nerves don’t settle. I’ll wait until you two get back so we can talk about it again together,I say softly

Alone With My Twin Stepbrothers 

Aiden laughs, then leans in and presses a light kiss to my lips. Good. Because I don’t want to keep doing this in secret anymore. I can’t stand sneaking about, waiting for mom to go to bed.” 

Aiden is right, I’m also tired of hiding my feelings towards him and Alan. Which is strange because from the beginning I didn’t think this would become anything but a flaking, but now I’m amazed at how much I want our relationship to flourish more than anything

Before I can respond, Aiden suddenly climbs on top of me, his eyes glinting with mischief. But before all that,” he murmurs, his lips trailing down my neck, I need to get as much as I can out of you, to make sure I can last four days without seeing you.” 

I laugh, playfully swatting at his chest. You really don’t know how to be content.” 

He grins against my skin. Only with you, Ella. I just can’t get enough” 

Aiden’s hands glide all over my body, slowly stripping away my clothes. Our lips are locked through every moment of it as he strips be bare. He explores my naked body with the same fervent lust as always

Then he flips me over and I’m on my stomach, feeling the warm sheets on my body. He kneels behind me taking off his clothes, I hear them drop to the floor. When he’s fully nude, he lays down slowly on top of me. I feel his cock pressing hard against my ass. And in one movement he inserts himself into me

I come beneath him, his hand covering my mouth to silence my moans. He come a few seconds after me, kissing me softly along my spine as the last tremors and aftershocks of my orgasm tore through me

We spent another few hours exploring each other’s bodies until exhaustion became too much to ignore

Leaving his room feels like tearing myself away from something precious. But as I walk away, glancing back, I can’t help but smile. The thought of finally escaping my parents and having him all to myself, fills me with a giddy excitement. Very soon we’ll be together in an apartment spending every night locked in each others embrace

Four days pass in a blur and it’s difficult without the twins but I manage to hold on. They’d called me a few times and Elliot told me that Zane agreed to getting our own place

Ella?Mom enters my room, her voice soft, I’m going to be working late tonight. I might stay at a colleagues for the night. I’m so sorry, sweetie. Things have been crazy lately, and I haven’t been able to spend much time with you.She sounds genuinely apologetic

I try to sound nonchalant, I understand Mom, you have to work and besides I’m not a little girl anymore. I can manage.” 

Alone With My Twin Stepbrothers 

That’s my girlShe teases Well, The twins will be home tonight anyways so you won’t be alone. Still don’t hesitate to call if you need anything, okay?” 

Great,I grumble, still trying to make her believe that I am not in a secreat sexual realtionshil with my twin stepbrothers

Laughing, she walked back towards my door. If they try to make you exercise or run, just pretend like you’re not feeling well.She winked. It always works for me every time Bary wants to do something that I don’t want to do.” 

My eyes widened at her comment and I realized my mom was talking to me about her sex life

Ew

Mom!” 

Laughter poured from her lips. What? You’re an adult now, Ella. We should be able to talk like friends now. It’s not like you don’t know I have sex.” 

Mom, just stop. I’m not entirely comfortable with this conversation.” 

She laughed again and waved as she walked from my room into the hallway. Bye, Ella! I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

I was left shocked and grossed out on my bed, my mother’s soft laughter fading as she went downstairs and out the front door

Wake up beautiful. We’re home.” 

Opening my eyes, I saw both Alan and Aiden sitting on the edge of my bed, their identical faces more tan than they’d been when I last saw them. The darker color of their skin made their green eyes stand out to a point of being hypnotic in their beauty

Yay, I answered with a tired voice. What time is it?” 

Aiden answered, Later than we hoped it would be when we got back, but traffic was a fucking nightmare. It’s about nine at night.” 

How was training?Sitting up in bed, I stretched out of my arms. It was good. But not good enough.Alan answered

I looked at him and gave him a funny expression. Okay. What would have made it better?” 

 

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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