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Shattered Love Symphony by Joseph King 5

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Aiden smiles Good, now take off your 

shirt” 

With trembling hands, I slowly pull my shirt over my head, exposing the curve of my bare chest. Heat rises to my cheeks as I realize I am not wearing a bra and my nipples are visibly erect

Then I see Aiden smile

You’re as beautiful as I imgained Ellahe says

His gaze roams over me, making my heart race with anticipation. Truth is, I secretly love being admired by men. I enjoy being looked at and desired

He pulls his hand back and leans against the bed, palms on the mattress behind him. He’s still staring at my body

Your skirtAiden says I need you to lift it up to your waist. Slowly.” 

مFald ll 

< Alone With My Twin Stepbrothers 

I want Aiden to do it, I want his touch, but I know it would be futile to ask. Aiden is the more 

stubborn of the twins. He isn’t going to grant my request

What the hell was I doing? It was so wrong, so unsettling. But I couldn’t help myself

I grab my skirt by the hem and slowly begin to lift it, exposing more and more of my legs to him. Aiden’s eyes are fixed on my legs, his teeth clenched, his jaw tensed. He’s so sexy, too 

seductive for words

Sit on my lapAiden starts and I’m already moving before the words have left his lips Wrap your legs around meHe adds

I do as he says, straddling his legs with mine before sitting down. Sitting this way, I look deeply into his eyes and notice a strange light in them that I hadn’t noticed before

His intense gaze holds mine for a few moments before he speaks. Have you ever touched yourself before?” 

I blush but nod truthfully

His lips pull up into a grin. Did you enjoy it?he asks again

Our lips are mere inches apart and I feel his inviting breath each time he speaks

YesI whispered

Aiden smiles Show me,” he says without warning

My entire face turns red from embarrassment and I shake my head, looking away from him, too shy to do as he’d said

He sits up straighter and grabs my hips firmly, Do you want to touch me?he asks

I raise my head and look at him. YesI say

Touch me then,He adds

I gulp, I have never touched a man the way I am about to touch Aiden, but I do not let that stop me. Reaching out my unsteady hand, I start at his face, tracing my fingers along his cheeks and chiseled jawline, feeling the light stubble graze my skin

I work my way down his neck and then to his chest, all the while Aiden follows my movements with his eyes. I place both hands on his chest, feeling his soft heart beating before going lower to his abs. I go lower and bite my bottom lip as my fingers touch the bulge under his pajama pants

Alone With My Twin Stepbrothers 

He leans forward, wraps his arm around my waist and presses his lips against mine in a kiss that makes my head spin. His tongue teases mine before diving into my mouth. It is the first time I am kissing a boy but Aiden takes the lead with his tongue and lips. Meanwhile, his other hand caresses my tits causing me to moan for him

Aiden pulls his lips from mine and brings them down on my nipples. I open my mouth, tilte my head back, and arch my chest toward him, letting him fully enter.. His other hand makes its way down to my cunt and begins circling my clit, and I moaned with pleasure before he covers my mouth

Shhh, we don’t want to wake the whole house.he asks

OkayI promise

Touch lower, EllaAiden murmurs

My hands tremble, my fingers barely touching his pants until I slide them along the line of his penis. His body shakes, his lips slightly parted. Damn. That feels good.

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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