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Two Twenty Nine

Author: Raven
last update publish date: 2026-04-14 00:22:15
By the time Rowan’s SUV sputtered and came to a quiet halt on the side of the narrow back road, the snow had thickened into a swirling curtain. The pines stood tall on either side, like silent judges overseeing the situation. The only sounds were the soft hiss of steam escaping from the hood and the occasional plop of snowflakes falling from the branches.

We were close enough to town that the GPS had been counting down the miles with a smug air, making the breakdown feel like a cruel twist of
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  • My Enemy [BL]   Two Fifty Nine

    The jet landed smoothly, barely bumping the ground, the tires almost delicately touching the tarmac as if they were afraid to disturb it. From my oval window, I took in the sight of Hayseville below—an endless stretch of desert punctuated by a dazzling display of neon and glass that looked like someone had tossed a bunch of jewels across the sand.Even in the daylight, the city seemed alive, lights flashing in vibrant pinks and electric blues, hotels shaped like pyramids and golden spheres rising as if to compete with the sky itself.Pressing my face against the glass as we taxied, I felt my heart do a little flip, a feeling that had nothing to do with flying. Willow Haven had its own charm...quiet streets, familiar faces, kinda had that cozy small-town vibe that made you feel secure, but this?It was something completely different. Hayseville didn’t just whisper; it roared, all glitz and extravagance, like Vegas had decided to mature, get some work done, and start flaunting designer

  • My Enemy [BL]   Two Fifty Eight

    The moment I opened my eyes the next morning, the room was already buzzing with activity. Maids flitted around like they were on a mission, they were opening closet doors, laying out garment bags, and wheeling in trays of hot coffee and pastries, as if we were gearing up for a royal event instead of just a two-hour flight.Someone had already drawn back the heavy silk curtains, flooding the suite with pale winter light that bounced off the mirrors in bright flashes. My phone read 7:42 a.m., which meant we were officially running late, and in Roderick Harrigan’s world, being late was basically a crime.I barely had a moment to rub the sleep from my eyes before a maid...Maria, I think, appeared with a tray of fresh orange juice and a warm croissant."Mr. Atlas, we need to hurry. The car leaves for the airport in thirty minutes."I mumbled something unintelligible, swung my legs over the side of the bed, and stumbled into the bathroom, where another maid was already running the shower an

  • My Enemy [BL]   Two Fifty Seven

    I pushed through the heavy front doors of Oakfield Mansion, instantly hit by the familiar scent of polished wood and fresh pine from the holiday garlands, wrapping around me like an embrace I wasn’t quite sure I wanted. Inside, the foyer was buzzing with a kind of organized chaos...maids darting around with garment bags slung over their arms, suitcases lined up like soldiers by the grand staircase, and Mom in the middle of it all, tablet in hand, directing everyone in that crisp voice she used when she needed things done her way. "Make sure Roderick’s navy tux is in the big black case, no wrinkles, and Atlas’s emerald suit needs its own hanger. And the shoes go in the separate pouch. We’re leaving first thing tomorrow for Hayseville; I don’t want any last-minute scrambling." One of the maids nodded and quickly dashed upstairs. Mom glanced my way as I walked in, her expression softening for just a moment before she realized it was me. "Atlas, honey...how was school?" Please, pleas

  • My Enemy [BL]   Two Fifty Six

    I lingered in the library’s quiet long after Frank’s question hung in the air, feeling it settle around me like a weight I couldn’t shake off. The silence wasn’t cold or angry, it was just heavy, the kind that happens when two people who care about each other run out of safe topics to discuss. His hand was still loosely holding mine, and I could sense the slight tremor in his fingers, the effort behind keeping his voice steady. I forced myself to look into his eyes again, and before I could think too much, the words tumbled out, soft and sad and sincere. "For what it’s worth," I said, "my feelings for you haven’t changed. Not even a little." His eyebrows went up slightly, surprise flitting across his face. "You were my first love, Frank," I carried on, this confession feeling both enormous and inevitable. "And I still love you. I probably always will, even if it takes me a while to find the right words to express it. This whole situation I’m dealing with involving someone else? I

  • My Enemy [BL]   Two Fifty Five

    Frank rubbed the back of his neck and let out a small laugh. "Wow. We’re really bad at this, huh? It feels like I’m on a first date with someone I’ve known forever." I couldn’t help but laugh too; it eased the tension just a bit. "Yeah. It’s... strange." He leaned in, elbows on the table, his smile becoming softer. "How’ve you been? I noticed you weren’t in school for two days. Perfect-attendance Atlas breaking his streak? I was kind of worried." I shrugged, trying to act casual. "I’m fine. Just... busy. Family stuff." He nodded, accepting my response even though I could tell he wasn’t completely convinced. Then he took a deep breath, as if he was psyching himself up. "I thought about texting or calling to check on you, but I wasn’t sure if that was... okay? I’ve never done the whole ’break’ thing before, so I’m kind of lost here. Figured it was better to talk face-to-face." My heart fluttered. Sweet, thoughtful Frank—always worried about boundaries, even when I was the one drawi

  • My Enemy [BL]   Two Fifty Four

    Lunch with Millie and Tori usually felt like a safe haven...loud and chaotic, filled with overlapping stories and dramatic eye rolls that made the school day more bearable.But today, I found myself at our usual corner table, just picking at my turkey sandwich while their chatter faded into the background, kind of like noise in a coffee shop.Tori was animatedly recounting the latest rehearsal mishap from her band for the upcoming winter ball, something about the drummer knocking over a cymbal stand that crashed into the keyboardist’s amp...while Millie chimed in with sound effects and exaggerated gasps right on cue.I nodded along, giving the proper "oh no" and "seriously?" expressions, but my laptop was open in front of me, angled just so they couldn’t see what I was really focused on.And what I was really focused on was doing some deep digging into one Logan Carrington, a failed lawyer turned possible accessory to... well, something really bad.The more I read, the more questions

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