LOGINShare
One Fifty Two
publish date:
2026-03-21 16:00:06I ended up crashing at Millie’s that night, curled up on her ridiculously comfy couch, surviving two painfully cheesy romance flicks and a show about a hapless kid getting sucked into another dimension by creepy shadow monsters. There was also a bald girl who could toss vans with her mind, which honestly kept me awake longer than I wanted to admit.
But come episode five, my eyelids gave up the fight, and I drifted off to Millie cursing the screen because her favorite character made a
Latest chapter
My Enemy [BL] Two Eighty Three
"You never could have known," I said softly. "You were just a kid trying to survive him, Frank. That’s all you were doing. The fact that this hurts you so much, that it’s tearing you apart right now, shows you’re nothing like him. You have every right to feel sick about it. You’re allowed to be angry. You’re allowed to mourn the uncle you wanted him to be, even if that person never really existed."He finally lifted his head. His eyes were wet, lashes clumped together, blue irises searching mine like I had the answers he needed."I keep thinking, if I’d said something sooner," he whispered. "If I’d pushed back harder when I was younger, told my parents I didn’t want him to be my guardian, maybe none of this would have happened. Maybe Logan never would have moved into Willow Haven. Maybe Carla would still be alive. Maybe Rowan wouldn’t have grown up with that hole inside him. I was just... scared. All the time. And now it feels like I let so much happen because I was too afraid to spea
My Enemy [BL] Two Eighty Two
I let out a long, shaky sigh, feeling a bit of the tension ease in my chest amidst the chaos. Because even as Frank reeled and Rowan fumed, a strange sense of gratitude washed over me, we were finally closer to getting justice for Carla, closer to untangling the lies that had haunted Rowan for so long.I stepped closer to him, placing my hand on his shoulder, feeling the tight muscles beneath his shirt, and squeezed gently, hoping my touch said what words might fail to express."We’re making progress," I said softly, my voice steady despite the whirlwind inside me. "All those responsible, they’re not going to get away with this. We’ll find them, Rowan. Every last one."He looked up at me then, the anger in his eyes softening into something more resolved, like my words had grounded him."You’re right," he murmured, covering my hand with his own briefly, the warmth sending a familiar spark through me, no matter the circumstances. "I needed that. Can’t lose it now, we’ve got to focus on
My Enemy [BL] Two Eighty One
We followed him down the corridor, the house growing quieter and chillier as we went deeper. Logan’s study was just what I’d expected: dark wood paneling, floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, a massive desk that looked more like a throne, everything arranged with military-like precision.We spread out and started searching the filing cabinets, desk drawers, shelves, even the locked boxes that Frank somehow knew the combinations for. But the more we dug, the clearer it became: Logan had been thorough.Important documents were missing entire sections, files suspiciously incomplete, anything that could have been incriminating had vanished ages ago. The room wasn’t chaotic like it had been when Frank describe it earlier; instead, it felt intentionally bare, stripped down, sanitized.The absence of anything useful was louder than any smoking gun.I straightened up from the last drawer I’d checked, frustration tightening in my throat."We’ve looked everywhere," I said, wiping dust off my palms. "T
My Enemy [BL] Two Eighty
I leaned forward between the seats, gently placing a hand on each of their shoulders, hoping to hold the peace together."Both of you breathe. We’re not here to fight. We need answers. Let’s just get to the house and see what we can find."They both sighed, grudgingly and at the same time and the car fell back into a tense silence, which felt less like a truce and more like a temporary ceasefire.By the time we arrived at Logan’s house that evening, the sun had slipped below the horizon, leaving the massive estate illuminated by the cold blue of security lights.Thankfully, Logan was still away in Hayselville, and the place looked just as imposing and unwelcoming as I remembered. The long driveway snaked through impeccably maintained lawns that retained their beauty even in late fall. The house itself was a sprawling structure of glass, steel, and pale stone that managed to look both luxurious and utterly lifeless.Every window was dark except for the motion-sensor ones that flickered
My Enemy [BL] Two Seventy Nine
I slipped into the backseat of Frank’s sleek black SUV, feeling like I was about to dive into the world’s most awkward group therapy session, only this one was disguised as a stakeout. The leather felt cool against my thighs, even through my jeans, but the vibe inside the car was anything but comfortable.It was thick, charged, and predictably tense, almost as if it had been scripted for a bad sitcom. Rowan immediately called dibs on the front seat the moment we parked, slamming the door hard enough to make the whole vehicle shudder.I suspected he just did that stop me from sitting too close to Frank.Then he crossed his arms and shot a glare at the windshield, like the road itself had personally offended him. Frank slid behind the wheel in silence, his jaw clenched and knuckles turning white on the steering wheel, while I settled uncomfortably in the middle of the backseat, feeling like an unwilling referee stuck between two guys who’d rather die than admit they were breathing the s
My Enemy [BL] Two Seventy Eight
Rowan was across from me, legs stretched out, one ankle crossed over the other, staring at the floor like he had a personal vendetta against it. He hadn’t said more than three words since we left the hotel, and the silence between us was thick, filled with all the things we weren’t saying.Occasionally, his knee would bounce a couple times, then stop, as if he was trying to hold back from pacing the length of the limo. I wanted to reach out and squeeze his hand or crack some silly joke about us being in our own low-budget thriller, but the words just wouldn’t come. So instead, I watched the city lights blur across his face, trying not to dwell on how badly this could all go south.When the limo finally turned onto the long, winding drive leading to Willow Haven, the estate lights beamed against the night like a beacon that had lost its welcome months ago. Home didn’t feel like home anymore; it was more like the opening scene of a horror film where everyone insists "nothing’s changed"
You may also like
Puck Me Hard
Midnight Riggs26.7K viewsThe Brother I Shouldn’t Want
StarsTouch pen10.5K viewsChasing my Bestfriend × Lover
YomWrites18.2K viewsOne Night Mistake By My Fiance's Uncle
Ellise13.1K viewsReborn Sovereign
Ravenna108 viewsBe My Good Boy
Linet. K. Anastasia 119 viewsThe Unforgettable Love of an Omega
KawaiiChang164 viewsAddicted to His Bitter Rival
V. Vale77 views
