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Selena is Missing.

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-04-20 16:27:35

Denver.

Waking up felt wrong in a way that didn’t sit quietly.

It wasn’t the kind of awareness that settled into place gradually. It came too fast, too clean, like something had been cut out in between, leaving me staring at a ceiling I did not remember falling asleep under.

For a few seconds, I stayed still, letting my mind remember what may have happened the night before.

The gathering came first—the noise. I had maintained constant control from the moment I stepped into Christopher’s territ
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  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   Not in a hurry.

    Aurora.The first thing I did when I woke up later that morning was touch my lips. Even hours after that ridiculous dream, they still tingled whenever the memory surfaced.I groaned and buried my face in the pillow. How was I supposed to look either of them in the eye now? It had not even happened yet, and here I was, feeling thoroughly embarrassed. Maybe I could stay in this room forever.Unfortunately, hiding under the blankets was not a long-term solution. After a few more minutes of pointless procrastination, I dragged myself out of bed, washed my face, tried to tame my hair, and worked up enough courage to leave the room.The apartment was unusually quiet when I stepped into the living room, Maxwell was sitting on the couch with a mug of coffee in one hand and his phone in the other. He looked up the moment he heard me.“Morning.”“Morning,” I replied, hoping I sounded normal.I clearly did not.His eyebrows pulled together. “You okay?”“Yep.”“You sound nervous.”“I do not.”“Yo

  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   Wet dream?

    Aurora.I lay curled beneath the blankets, my face buried in the pillow, replaying every humiliating word I had spoken in the kitchen.Girls like them belong with guys like you.I groaned softly into the mattress. Why had I said that? Now they knew exactly how insecure I was. Exactly how little I thought of myself. They were probably out there regretting everything. Letting me stay here. Helping me. Listening to me fall apart over something as ridiculous as jealousy.Eventually, exhaustion won. The darkness pulled me under.---I woke to the sound of soft footsteps outside my bedroom. For a second I frowned. The room looked the same. Moonlight spilled through the curtains. The apartment was quiet. A gentle knock sounded against the door.My heart skipped. "...Come in?"The handle turned. Alec stepped inside. He had changed into a black T-shirt and loose sweatpants, his dark hair still slightly damp from a shower.For a long moment, neither of us spoke."I'm sorry," I blurted before h

  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   Girl like them

    Aurora.The drive home was silent. Not the comfortable kind. The heavy, awful kind that pressed in from all sides and refused to be ignored.I stared out the window with my arms folded tightly across my chest. Nobody spoke. Not because the twins did not want to, but because I had asked them not to. And they respected it. Alec kept his eyes on the road. Maxwell occasionally glanced at me in the rearview mirror, concern clear on his face. Every time our eyes met, I looked away.I did not want their concern. I did not want questions. Most of all, I did not want to explain why seeing those girls with them had ruined my entire afternoon. The answer was too embarrassing. Too humiliating. And entirely my own fault.The rest of the drive passed without a word. When we finally pulled into the underground garage, relief washed over me. Now I could disappear into the guest room and pretend none of this had happened.The moment the elevator doors opened, I headed straight for the hallway."Auro

  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   Jealous?

    Aurora.The twins insisted on driving me to school.I insisted they absolutely were not.Unfortunately, there were two of them and only one of me."You're being ridiculous," Alec said as he steered the car through morning traffic."I'm being practical.""Same thing in this case."I glared at the back of his head. Maxwell looked far too entertained from the passenger seat. "What's the real reason?""There is no real reason.""There always is," Maxwell replied.I crossed my arms tighter. "I just don't want people seeing me get out of your car."The silence that followed lasted maybe three seconds.Then Alec smirked. "Oh."My stomach tightened. "Oh?""She's embarrassed to be seen with us," he told his brother.Maxwell nodded solemnly. "Devastating.""That's not what I said.""It was heavily implied.""I did not imply anything.""You absolutely did."I rubbed my forehead. "You two are impossible.""We've been told that," Alec said."Frequently," Maxwell agreed.The car slowed at a red lig

  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   Normalcy

    Aurora.For the first time in years, I woke up feeling rested.Not exhausted. Not braced for conflict. Just rested. For several long seconds I lay there staring at the ceiling, almost confused by the unfamiliar sensation. No shouting echoed from downstairs. No slammed doors rattled the walls. No television blared through the floorboards. No heavy dread sat in my stomach waiting for the day to begin.The apartment was quiet. Safe. The realization settled over me slowly, warm and tentative. I was safe. A small breath escaped me, then another. My body felt lighter than it had in ages.Then a very practical problem occurred to me. I desperately needed a shower. Yesterday's events still clung to my skin: the fear, the tears, the dirt from being dragged across the driveway. But I had nothing clean to wear afterward. Nothing at all.I pushed myself upright and glanced around the luxurious guest room. Still no clothes. Still no plan. As if the universe had been listening, a soft knock sounde

  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   We care about you.

    Aurora.The room was too quiet.I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling as shadows from distant headlights drifted across the walls. The mattress was softer than anything I’d ever slept on. The blankets smelled clean, carrying a faint trace of cedar and fresh laundry. Everything should have felt safe and comforting.Instead, it felt foreign.My body refused to relax. Every small sound made my muscles tense—the low hum of the air conditioner, the distant gurgle of plumbing in the building, the faint ding of the elevator several floors away. I kept waiting for the familiar horrors: yelling, bottles shattering, a door slamming hard enough to rattle the walls, my stepfather’s heavy footsteps outside my room, the click of the lock turning.My chest tightened.The memories wouldn’t stop replaying.Take her instead.I squeezed my eyes shut, but the words still hit just as hard. No hesitation. No regret. Just a cold, calculated choice. He had chosen to hand me over like I was something dis

  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   Unwelcomed Seat.

    SelenaMorning came quietly.Not with noise or chaos, but with the soft movement of a house already awake. I could hear distant footsteps in the halls, low voices, and the sound of doors opening and closing somewhere far away. The pack house felt alive before I even left my bed.A maid arrived wit

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  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   Survival.

    Selena.They returned me to my room without ceremony.No apology. No explanation. Just a pair of guards walking me back through halls I knew too well, their footsteps echoing as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. As if I had not been locked away beneath the ground and forgotten.The door

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  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   Simple truth.

    Denver.The door closes behind her with a soft sound that lingers longer than it should.I remain where I am, my gaze fixed on the grain of the desk, a copy of the contract still lying open where I placed it. I do not move. I do not exhale. Years of command have taught me how to sit with decisions

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  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   Bitter Truth

    Trigger warnings: This chapter contains physical assault, threats, and parental betrayal.-----Selena.Christopher found me the next morning.I felt it the moment the guards outside my door shifted, their posture changing in that subtle way that meant someone important had arrived. Someone they ans

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