Unconventional Lovers Novels & Stories

Angelina's POV - It's the season of winter and snowfall isn't a exception. I actually love snowfall but sometimes I also hate it, like now because I have to clear all the snow from the front door. This is the story of every winter where my parents never help me out, its just that they order me to clean it up.

In her place was a woman who had survived, grown, and learned that love was never about possession, control, or fear. We had gone from enemies to toxic lovers, from betrayal to heartbreak, from escape to cautious reunion, and finally, to a love that was safe, respectful, and enduring. We had learned that love could be messy and painful—but worth every step if both hearts were willing to grow. As I looked at him—my husband, my partner, the father of my children—I smiled and whispered, more to myself than to him: This time, it’s real. This time, it’s ours.

And the love between the four of them continued — steady, chosen, unpossessing, and more beautiful with every passing year. The threads were infinite. The light endured. And their story — their fiercely protected, beautifully unconventional, endlessly expanding story — continued to weave itself into something even greater than they had ever imagined. One conscious, loving, free day at a time.

So that night, after his mom went to bed and the house was quiet, Ethan lay on his bed with his phone in his hand and did the only thing he could think of. He went on G****e and searched “gay p**n.” A bunch of links popped up immediately. His face heated up as he scrolled past the thumbnails, heart beating faster than it should. He clicked on one that looked the least intimidating , just two guys in a bedroom setting. The video started playing right away. It featured two men. One was a tall, muscular guy with broad shoulders and defined abs, clearly the more dominant one. The other was smaller, leaner, with a twinkish build—smooth skin, slim waist, and an eager expression. They were both com

He turned to me and said, "We've run out of rubbers and lube at home, go buy me a couple of boxes. While you're at it, fill the tub with hot water. Nina wants to take a hot bath when she reaches home." Just as he was about to leave, he remembered something. "Oh, and you're not allowed to sleep before we come back. Await your orders like a good little housekeeper," he said coldly. It sounded like a warning. I left the room and strolled down the street in a daze. Our memories from the past flooded my mind. Henry and I had been in love for three years. He had promised to marry me after graduating from university. However, before graduation, I broke up with him for his best friend, who came from

Anger building in him. "Five years ago. The night before our date, she walked into my room and dropped the news of my marriage to Julian. It wasn't a suggestion Ethan. She was stating my duty, my destiny." Talia drew in a sniff and smiled sadly. "I had never loved any man like I loved you Ethan. And she'd found out about us."

The time spent from the gate to the main house was more than ten minutes. Her house was strange yet beautiful. It was an artistic mixture of glass and stone. Breakable and unbreakable. "Do you live here alone?" I asked as we departed the car. Mom was not keen on talking about her talent. Most of the things I knew about Uno came from interviews and online stories like most people. Though I did hear that she was single and was a much desired bachelorette. The thought of her leaning near me when we were in the restaurant crossed my mind. When she said that she was gay, was that true? Or was it as fake as her stellar acting of being a good person, cause she clearly wasn't. I didn't know anymore.

Lying in bed, unable to sleep, I scrolled through short videos when a recommendation popped up—someone I might know. It was a video from someone with the ID: I Love Chris. Something compelled me to click on it. It was a girl's video diary about secretly loving a man. The latest post showed her location in Louville. The caption read, "The man I've loved for ten years is getting married next month. I want to be brave and confess. Wish me luck!" In the thumbnail she posted, I saw a familiar hand—a hand wearing a wedding ring on the ring finger. It belonged to Christopher.

Tori said. She stepped closer now, her voice turning to ice. "You married that girl like she's your clean slate. But I know better, you don't do anything without a reason. So tell me, Connel, what are you trying to fix? Or are you just hiding behind her because you're scared of becoming him?" Connel's expression cracked. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Don't bring my father into this." Tori smirk returned. “Then don't bring a stranger into your life and call it love. Especially not one who thinks you're a hero."