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Aliens are a real thing, they are hidden, they are a secret, but they have their own agreement with earth. They choose humans, ones that no one would miss, hated, forgotten, and abandoned kids, they are sent to a special facility, they are groomed and taught since birth about space, their new life, and their owner/CG/Lover. Violet is one of those kids, born to an addicted mother, and an MIA father, but she never believed in the system, she didn't believe there was someone out there for her, until he came. Now she refuses to let him go, space life would be coming sooner than later. This is a cgl story/fluffy story. Appologies for any misspelling or grammar mistakes.

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want. Some called me cursed. Broken. Unstable. But the truth is simpler. I’m blooming again — and they all feel it. They don’t love me. They remember me. They remember what I used to be — what I still am, underneath the silence. One of them burned me with just a kiss. One broke my spine with kindness. One slid her hand under my shirt like it was always hers. One cries when she touches me. One never speaks, but her eyes dig. One wants to keep me. One wants to ruin me. And one just wants to finish what we started. They think I’m choosing. I’m not. My body already did. And now the bloom inside me is turning darker.

Before the drop tower started, my best friend gave a look, and my boyfriend, with perfect tacit understanding, suddenly unbuckled his safety harness and ran off with her. I was left completely stunned on the drop tower by myself. My boyfriend stood in the safety zone with a beaming smile. "Freya said you're a scaredy-cat and need to be frightened more to get braver, so you're riding alone." The drop tower started. Looking at my comical appearance when terrified, my best friend held her stomach, laughing uproariously as she took photos. My boyfriend opened his mouth to say something as he helplessly steadied the camera lens for her. I couldn't hear the words he said, but I guessed it must have been: "Once you've laughed enough, don't tease her again. It's bad enough Cleo's so shy." I'm a timid person. Growing up together for twenty years, this was always how they accompanied me to build my bravery. When we were little, my best friend intentionally threw pebbles to draw over stray dogs. Then, he carried her on his back to climb up a wall, leaving me to be chased by the dogs and run all over the courtyard. During high school, in the vaulting class, my best friend suddenly pulled away the mat. He laughed and kicked away the rolling foam pad, watching me receive two bloody gashes from the impact. In college, we went on a night hike together. My best friend intentionally shook me off, and he followed her into the bushes to make noises, leaving me in the dark, so terrified I couldn't catch my breath. Every single time I shook with fear, it was met with a bout of loud laughter from my best friend. And standing behind her, he was forever saying a single phrase: "Don't do it next time." However, each "next time" would turn into a new joke for her happiness. The drop tower climbed to twenty meters, and the sensation of weightlessness pushed right up to the back of my throat. Suddenly, though, I felt there was nothing left to be afraid of. The drop tower reached the ground, and two pairs of hands reached over to support me. I pushed them away. "From now on, I don't need you guys to help me build my courage anymore."

Zira Valdez was as innocent as they come. Since she was eight she thought the boy who saved her would become her salvation. When all the signs were telling her he was her destruction, she ignored them. She believed in his lies, in those small moments where she had a glimmer of hope. She believed wholeheartedly that she owed Trenton Heath her life. That was until two weeks before her eighteenth birthday that she learned the truth. For Trenton, it was all a game and he was stringing her along. He wasn't even the one to save her, but since she is willing to do anything for him, then he will take everything from her. Just everything around Zira was about to give her a deadly blow, her true savior stepped forward. He once again saved her, pulled her from the darkness, and offered her refuge. This time, she wanted to grasp the light with all of her might. Axton Heath was ten years older than Zira and Trenton's uncle. From the moment Axton's fate became intertwined with Zira's, she became his everything. He was the one to save her when she was eight, but because he was older and had just entered the military, he had no choice but to leave her with his family. When he returns before her eighteenth birthday with the intent to make her his Luna, he learns his little fated mate has suffered and he wants nothing more than to make them all pay with blood. Against all odds, their love defies everything. Zira will find strength in his love. Axton will risk everything for her love, including his life.

Have you ever fallen in love with your best friend? In the beginning, you were friends. But as time flies and after getting to know each other, your heart beats out from nowhere. The question is are you willing to confess your feelings? Or you're going to hide it forever? Because you are afraid of losing him? but once you confess, for sure there are consequences. That was hard right?Welcome to 'The story of unspoken truth and hidden feelings.' My interview at Goodnovel forum: https://tinyurl.com/y46dorr3

For over a decade, Zach Rivera has been my best friend, the man who always had my back and the only person I trusted completely. Until the night he pinned me against the wall of his gym after hours and kissed me like he was starving. I Noah Sinclair at 29, was a successful interior designer who creates beautiful spaces for other people but can barely handle the chaos in my own head, can’t stop replaying how Zach’s rough hands felt on my body. Zach is dangerous, not just because he destroys men in the underground fighting cage, but because of the way he looks at me now, like he wants to own every moan that comes out of my mouth, every gasp and every inch of me. He’s always been possessive, but now it’s getting out of hand. He wants to bend me over every surface, mark me, ruin me for anyone else. And the worst part? I’m starting to crave the pain and pleasure only he can give. Our friendship is on the line, same as our carer, rumors are spreading through our tight-knit circle. His jealous ex is stirring up trouble, and every stolen touch makes it harder to pretend we’re just friends. Best friends shouldn’t crave each other like this. Best friends shouldn’t fuck like this. But Zach doesn’t care about “shouldn’t.” And neither do I anymore... at this point... f*ck it