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Feelings And Anxieties
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2025-11-16 19:22:20
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My Biker Stepbrother, My Ruin Choosing Herself
~Teyana’s POV~I kept telling myself it wasn’t possible.That- maybe the test was faulty. Maybe my body was reacting to stress. To grief. To exhaustion. To watching my mother slowly disappear in front of my eyes. Anything but this.I cried until my throat hurt, pacing the length of my room like I was trapped inside my own skin. My hands kept going into my hair, tangling, pulling, undoing it again and again like that would somehow undo reality too.I was nineteen.Nineteen and barely halfway through my second year in school. My mother was dying. And now my body had decided to carry something I didn’t ask for. A baby. For a man I had separated from. A man I had sworn to walk away from even if it broke me.I couldn’t do this.I couldn’t be someone’s mother.Not now. Not like this.I grabbed my keys and drove out, hands shaking on the steering wheel as I headed to the pharmacy. I needed another test. I needed proof that this wasn’t real. That I wasn’t losing my damn mind.On the drive bac
My Biker Stepbrother, My Ruin A Disastrous Twist
~Teyana’s POV~•Two Months Later•“Mrs Carter has less than three months to live.”The words landed between the doctor and I like a physical weapon, heavy enough that I felt it press into my chest. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe properly. I was seated across the family doctor table, my hands folded tightly in my lap, nails digging into my palms as though pain there could keep the rest of me from breaking apart.I closed my eyes slowly, because I knew if I kept them open, the tears would spill immediately, and once they started, I didn’t trust myself to stop. I focused on the sound of the air conditioner humming softly above us, the muted beeping of hospital machines outside the office door, anything that wasn’t his voice replaying the sentence again and again inside my head.Less than three months. My mother.When I opened my eyes, the doctor was still talking, his tone careful and practiced, the way people speak when they know they’re holding a fragile information.“At this po
My Biker Stepbrother, My Ruin The Wine Hangout
~Jeremy’s POV~Two weeks.That was how long it had been since Teyana walked out of my house with my shirt and left without saying a word to me. Two weeks since I’d woken up to a space beside me that felt colder than it had any right to be. Long enough for the world to resume, but not long enough for anything inside me to settle.I drove to Zayne’s place late afternoon, the city sliding past my windows in familiar blurs. Traffic lights, billboards, pedestrians laughing at things that felt distant to me now. I didn’t play music. I hadn’t in a while. Silence felt more honest.Zayne was already outside when I pulled up, standing tall in front of his building, weight balanced easily on both legs like nothing had ever been wrong with him. No crutches. No awkward leaning. Just confidence stitched into his posture like he’d earned every inch of it. And he had earned it.The recent experiences had only driven us closer than we had ever been.I rolled the window down as he approached my car.“L
My Biker Stepbrother, My Ruin The Gossips
~Teyana’s POV~I sat under the shower longer than necessary, long enough for the steam to fog the mirror completely, long enough for the water to run lukewarm and still not wash away the heaviness clinging to my body. My palms pressed flat against the tiled wall as I sat there with my head bowed, eyes closed, breath uneven, because I remembered it.Some parts of last night were a blur. How Jeremy showed up at the club, how his hand wrapped around mine, how the dizziness faltered as he dragged me away from everything I thought I wanted in that moment. Those parts slipped in and out of focus like badly edited scenes.But the rest?The rest was painfully clear.My body remembered everything even when my mind wanted to pretend otherwise. The way my legs still felt weak, the dull ache between my thighs that refused to let me forget how thoroughly I had been undone, how shamelessly I had wanted him, how desperately I had begged for him to stay.I shut the water off and rose in silence, drop
My Biker Stepbrother, My Ruin A Worthy Distraction
~Jeremy’s POV~The shower ran hot, scalding at first, then settling into the kind of warmth that should have been calming. But nothing about me felt calm. I didn’t call her. I couldn’t. Not when I didn’t know what to expect from her words.Guilt coiled in my chest sharply. What if she had regretted last night? What if she had woken up feeling bad about it? It would have been easier if she had woken me up to confront me than the gnawing ache that came with knowing she left without letting me into her thoughts.I rubbed at my face under the spray, letting the water rinse everything down the drain—the heat, the sweat, the anger, the frustration, and yet…not the guilt. God, I hated that she had left. I must have slept too deeply to not have sensed her leaving. Maybe I should have controlled myself. Maybe I shouldn’t have…taken things too far with her last night. My mind kept circling, latching onto the image from the club—the way that guy had been close to her, whispering in her ear, han
My Biker Stepbrother, My Ruin Making The ‘Hate’ Worth It
The drive was quiet, except for her slurred complaints and sporadic giggles. I didn’t respond. Anger made silence necessary. She had been reckless, too reckless. Wearing that and dancing seductively like that- even letting the guy touch her.Anything could have happened and Carol wouldn’t be able to handle the consequences. Shit.When we finally arrived at my place, I opened the car door and helped her stumble out of the car. She was ranting, still attempting to shift blame or plead her case, but I ignored every word. I scooped her into my arms and carried her upstairs to the guest room. Grim followed us, but stopped by the door- as if not wanting to intrude something private. That dog was wise. She would have come in if it was only me.Placing Teyana gently on the bed, I removed her heels despite her numerous whining. I cursed under my breath at the sight of her vulnerable, panties revealing with her leg slightly raised while I peeled the heels off her feet. I shoved my dark unhinged
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