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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

Without You Baby

Demyan 

I held Aliyah in my arms as we watched Ethan climb a ladder to his caravan to get to the top of it. Eli, being his loyal assistant, packed his toys in a box to be packed into the caravan and Belli was taking a nap on the backseat of my Rolls Royce Phantom with her fluffy purple blanket and unicorn plush tightly held to her chest. 

"I thought you said we were going to the cabin," I chuckled as I sat down on the camping chair with Lia on my lap. She braided my hair; attempted to, whilst she lightly hummed to a song I was sure none of us recognized. 

"We are," Ethan; with his curtain bangs growing out and reaching in line with his eyes, gave me a knee wobbling smile. Despite it being winter he was dressed in khaki shorts, black sneakers, a white shirt with a black puffer jacket covering his upper half. He was a farm boy through and through that even though he complained about the cold he still dressed as if we were having light rain.