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Ethan In Love

Book 2 of the ‘Edward in Love’ In Love Saga It had been over five years since Ethan Jackson and Demyan Chernyshevsky-Coleman had broken up. Five years of avoiding family gatherings, awkward greetings and longing glances from across the room. For both they had tried to move on. To forget their first true loves and try to make a name from themselves from their family’s glory. For Demyan who constantly had to live up to both his fathers’; Edward and Vasili, success he found it difficult to shake off his past when eyes were constantly on him. To forget the man he had once fallen so deeply in love with that it had consumed him for almost a decade but found it near to impossible. For Ethan who constantly worked hard to prove he belonged into a family whose name was a household brand, he often found himself drowning into the voices of those who believed he belonged nowhere near the successful family. His decisions had ruined his chances with the only boy he had ever loved and even though it was almost a decade later he found it difficult to forget. Now as the ex-couple face each other again, will their love prevail or will new love conquests stop them in their path? *** Please beautiful readers read Book 1 and it’s side story, Edward in Love, to better understand Book 2 of the ‘In Love Saga’. Hope you Enjoy!

Matli_Unicorn · LGBT+
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546 Chs

Family Legacy

Demyan 

"Knock, knock," Malia's sweet voice rang behind the door of my bedroom even though it was slightly open. Her big beautiful hazel eyes peeked in as I sat on my bed with sketches spread out. 

"Come in Malia," I smiled up at her. 

She entered wearing one of my large red hoodies, knee high socks with her wild hair let down as she held two lollipops in her hand. She plopped herself down on the bed and shoved a lollipop in my mouth, "I got you a lillpop."

I let out a satisfied hum as the bubblegum flavour spread throughout my mouth, "Thank you very much." I held the stick so I could press a kiss on Malia's forehead as she rested her head on my shoulder. 

"Are you working?" she looked through my sketches with an amazement in her eyes, "I'll never understand how you're able to draw in such detail."

"I can see the images in my mind. It makes it easier for me. I don't know how I do it really," I chuckled.