Romans & histoires Loving The Crew

The cheers grew louder, their collective energy fueling our spirits and igniting a fire within our hearts. I locked eyes with Freya, and our smiles mirrored each other's. We could feel the love radiating from our pack, their genuine happiness for us resonating in every cheer and applause. It was an overwhelming feeling, knowing that we were surrounded by a community that embraced and celebrated our love.

My mother and uncle covered us, their love for me a mirror to Liam’s, but the tank’s crew advanced, their guns blazing. As we scrambled toward a hidden path, the broadcast secure, the Syndicate’s empire in ruins, Liam collapsed, his strength gone, his hand in mine. “Stay with me,” I whispered, tears mixing with the rain, his love my anchor. Lily guarded the child, her love for me fierce, while Claire and Ethan fired at the crew, their loyalty unyielding.

Love was a precious gift, and I was determined to make every moment count. As I looked at Emily, I couldn't help but be overwhelmed by a surge of affection. I took her hand in mine, our fingers intertwining, and whispered words of gratitude and love. She smiled, her eyes shimmering with a mix of adoration and understanding, and I knew that we were united in our journey. Together, we would continue to support Elliot and Brianna, celebrating their love and being there for them through every twist and turn. Our pack was a tapestry woven with threads of love, and each member played a vital role in its vibrant fabric.

Love. END

“Because she was there. For court. For you. And sometimes, when you help people, you hurt too. And you don’t tell anyone. Because you’re crew. And crew doesn’t cry.” _“Three. Two. One.”_ _“Happy New Year!”_ Ivy. Isla. Lily. Yelling. Confetti. Alex didn’t yell. Looked at his blocks. _HOME_. _Thump-thump. Thump-thump._ “Can we go see her,” Alex said. Not asking me. Asking Adrian. Man to man. 6 year old to Dad. “Because crew doesn’t leave crew. Even when crew says sorry. That’s rule 5. I just made it.”

He whispered 'I love you' once again and ended the call not noticing the shadow who quickly left his room. Kamila is furious. She angrily closed her door and went to her bed. Her jaw clenched. She took the pillow and throw in on the wall. She witnessed all of it and she didn't liked it. No one can take away her lover away from her again! Travis is hers. He is Lleandro vessel and Alice can't take that chance away from her.

I feel heard. Marley understood without needing translation. They didn’t cling to each other. They chose each other. Every morning. Every shared grocery run. Every argument resolved at the kitchen table. Every quiet evening where nothing dramatic happened at all. Platonic soulmates didn’t look like fireworks. They looked like this. Steady presence, fierce loyalty, shared rent, shared secrets, shared survival. When Marley watched Raegan sprawled on the living room floor now, laughing, messy, alive.. she didn’t feel like a bystander to someone else’s life. She felt like a co-author. Raegan, glancing up and catching her eye from across the room, didn’t see a rescuer. She saw her person. Not ins

She gave me a hug and said, “it's lovely to finally meet you. We've heard a lot about you and I can tell, they don't do you justice. You are beautiful.” Thank you ma'am, I cracked out nervously. They were all really nice. Compared to what I've heard. They had mafia origins. So, I didn't expect them to be this friendly. We were all seated now. Except, Damien is nowhere to be found. Grandpa Greyson then decided to make small talk. “Since, we are still waiting for the brat, let's talk about you Ava. It's a shame Aurora, Damien's sister is not here. She is abroad. She'd have loved to meet you.”

Her smile thinned, like I’d just confirmed everything she suspected. But I didn’t shrink. I set my fork down gently, leaning forward just enough. “Mrs. Vance, I know I don’t come from your world. But Liam didn’t fall in love with me because of where I studied or what my parents did. He fell in love with me because of who I am.” The room went quiet, the only sound that could be heard was of a servant adjusting the cutlery. Elaine glanced at Liam, like she was checking if I was telling the truth.

"I was never there then, but I'm here now." The Ferris wheel carries us up above the carnival lights, the world spreading out below us in a tapestry of neon and joy. Brett's hand finds mine in the growing darkness, warm and steady. "I love you," he says quietly, his voice barely audible over the creaking of our car. "Not because of some contract or arrangement. I love you because you're brave and kind and you see the good in people even when they don't deserve it." My breath catches in my throat. "Brett, I…"