What if you were in love not just with one, not just with two, but with three hot guys"
And what if they wanted you back"
There are three of them. Three boys.
We"re friends. Neighbors. Our lives are linked through disaster, fear and pain.
I love them all. Not sure I can live without them. Can we just stay friends"
Can we ignore the desire flaring when we"re around each other"
Can I kiss one and not the other"
I can"t choose.
Don"t want to choose.
And I"m not sure they can, either.
This story will either end up in heartache, or as any story should: in a happy ending.
Love is not a road. It"s a country. A sprawling galaxy.
Love has no compass. No rules. No limits.
Love is a universe. Lose yourself in it.
*** This is a Reverse Harem romance – that is, one girl and three boys all ending up together happy after many adventures. It can be read as a complete standalone. Full novel length. ***
*This is the story of Sydney and her boys. You met Sydney in Bad Wolf – she is Gigi’s best friend. *Books by Author:Jo Raven Books
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"What happened"" Grandpa asks me for the hundredth time, standing at Della"s bedroom door, his black walking stick pointed at me like the devil"s own finger. "What"s the matter with her""
"Nothing, Grandpa. Go watch some TV."
"Della. What"s the matter with her""
"She"s just resting. Now go." Go before I lose my temper and explode into a million fucking pieces.
He glares at me.
I glare right back.
"She never wanted you, you know," he mutters as he turns to go. "From the beginning. So fussy, and difficult, and messing up her life."
The anger in my blood turns to ice. "What are you talking about" That"s not true!"
But he doesn"t reply and leaves me there with a hole in my chest.
My sister thought that" No fucking way. He"s just trying to get a rise out of me. He hates me. And I know she doesn"t like me. Okay, maybe she hates me, too, but I thought that hadn"t always been that way. I thought that when she was well, she didn"t mind me so much. That when I was younger, she cared about me.
Guess I was wrong.
Or else Grandpa is trying to drive a wedge between us.
As if it"s needed, but he"s a contrary old man, bored with life and full of bitterness.
Della moans softly, shifting on the bed, and I pull the bucket closer, in case she gets sick again. The stink of booze and sour vomit hangs so strongly in the air it"s all I can think of for a moment, and it"s strangely a relief.
"Drink some water," I tell her, and pick up the glass from the nightstand, but she shakes her head, her face pale. "If you don"t, I"ll have to take you to the ER."
She makes a face. Turns her back to me.
I let out a quiet sigh and rub my hands over my face.
Then I lower them and find them shaking.
This is crazy. And it"s messing with my brain. Right now I should be running with Nate. I should have finished my homework so that when I got back home I could do some push-ups and curls, and then go prepare dinner. Change the burned-out bulb in the hallway. Clean the bathrooms.
Run the household.
Instead, I"m stuck here, in Della"s room, by her side, and it feels" wrong. It"s all wrong. All the things I didn"t do, the things I won"t do, the things I"m doing.
Taking care of my older sister, reassuring my grandfather everything will be all right. Such d"j" vu. It keeps happening.
I wonder sometimes if this is how other sixteen-year-olds live.
But it doesn"t last, because I know they don"t. Nate and Sydney don"t live that way. They have fucking parents who fucking take care of them.
My hands are shaking harder.
I shove them under my armpits. I can"t be cold. Outside it"s warm and summerlike. How can it still be winter in here"
When the doorbell rings, I jerk, panic gripping me. Who can that be, what if someone finds out, what if""
But then I see a text message blinking on my phone, and I know who it is. There"s a slight release of pressure inside my chest, and without a word I get up and go get the door.
Nate is here.
"Drank herself unconscious"" he asks, coming out of my sister"s bedroom.
"What gave it away"" I mutter.
Nate waves a hand in front of his face.
Yeah. She drank so much the booze is literally oozing from her pores, so the whole apartment stinks of it.
"It"s a miracle she made it home," he says.
"She wasn"t out," I mutter. "She was right here."
"Wait, are you saying" what are you saying""
"Not saying anything, man."
He glances at her door, rubs his left temple as if he"s in pain. The silence stretches until he breaks it again. "Why did she do it""
Because she hates me. Because she hates her life.
But I just shrug.
At least this time it wasn"t so bad, I want to tell him.
At least this time she didn"t try to kill herself.
"I remember the last time it happened," he says. "Was it four, five months ago" You found her in the backyard, and we had to drag her inside and upstairs."
It happens all the fucking time, but Nate has seen it only once because he happened to be around.
I don"t say this, either. I say nothing.
"What now"" he finally asks.
"She threw most of it up, I got some water in her. She will sleep it off and wake up with a killer headache."
"Heh. I bet." He grins at me, flashing his dimple, and I"m so fucking grateful he"s here, but I can"t find it in me to pretend and smile back.
When his hand lands on my shoulder, I almost jump out of my skin. "Come on, bud. Let"s get out of here. I think you need some fresh air."