❝I think we've lost the meaning of family.❞ • • • A few years ago, we tragically lost our parents, and every day since then, my brothers and I have drifted apart. We have intense defense mechanisms and our own methods of survival in the adult world. Our house feels less like home, the city feels empty, and the stars seem more distant. Will we be able to heal as a family? Or will we go our separate ways as adults? ▫▫▫▫ ▫▫▫▫ ▫▫▫▫ Cover is made by me. Copyright © 2021 Josie Marie Any relation to other stories or characters is entirely coincidental and not intentional. Any credit for the #olderbrother trend goes to its appropriate writers/creators. All of my work is original, inspired by the #olderbrother trend, but based on my own life with four brothers.

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[[COMPLETED]] Go where your feet takes you Find what your heart looks for. No one is by your side. So the moon shall be your guide. ~•~•~ The moon was the only comfort she found, the only reassurance she could allow. The moon had shown her its soothing soft light, the only one who've seen her story. The only one who've heard of her silent cries. Elise Aubrie Winslow is a twelve year old girl. And the moon was the only thing she could rely on, the only thing she found as soothing despite the troubles she had. Nobody wanted to listen to her and so she closed her mouth for good. Nobody spared her a glance and so she was like a phantom wearing a mask to hide her screams and her quiet sorrowful wails. Nobody cared and so she learned on how to walk on her own, trying not to trip on her own two feet. Nobody understood her the way the moon did. But then she found them. And she felt like she was finally home. Like she finally knows where she truly belongs. And they stayed. They became her comfort. They became important. They became her home. Her family. Her moon. ____ Selenophilia (n) Loving the moon and finding it soothingly captivating.

You're new in the office and you're co workers cute. So what do you do? Look for lingerie of course. 18+ Content!

You are a 21 year old girl named Estella who's also a College Student,studying to become a Lawyer. However you have a secret,due to childhood trauma you age regress as a coping mechanism. Because you've never had a caregiver before you'd kind of already given up hope that it would ever happen for you but there are two people that could change that. Hannah Webber,35 years old is your new Teacher,she has a Wife called Liana who's 34 years old and a therapist. Both of them are caregivers and have been looking for a little for quite a while now,what will happen when the three of you meet?? Completely SFW!!

Liliana was his world. There is nothing he wouldn't do for her, even if he had to kill someone just to save her life and he has a scar to prove it. Seeing his Anna taken away from him and never to return while living as a ghost in his own house was hellish. Fortunately, his luck was about to change when Anna finally returns and this time, he'll make sure she stays with him for good. ♡♡♡ ■~Sneak peak~■ "You're here. You came back for me." The man with no face said to her. Somehow, the touch of his skin to her was so familiar and comforting that she rubbed his back, shushing him as she would to a kid. Suddenly, before she was about to come up with a word, she felt her body being pushed gently to lay on the bed. The man with no face was staring at her and their breath was only an inch apart. Anna's body trembled and her mouth parted as her tongue wet her lips. Then, he presses his lip to hers... ♡♡♡ 😭😍😙 1st for #brahms 2nd for #brahmsheelshire #as of 21st December 2020 Thanks so much❤❤❤ Do rate and review. THANK YOUUUU💃🏻🎭💜

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For the first time in my life, I want to claim a woman that too she was 9 years older than me, but do I look like I give a fuck? Absolutely not. I'm obsessed with her. To the point I want to hide her from the world. And if that makes me a little unhinged? Well, nobody ever accused me of being ordinary. Sue me, I'm a product of a broken home. And she's a doctor, so maybe she can heal me. 𝐍𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢-𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. He's a psychopath in the skin of the most beautiful man I have ever seen. One who is torturing my fiancé as we speak. A man who is in the fucking mafia. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗺𝗲. I'll be thirty-three in two months. I've devoted most of my adulthood to my career. Now, I want to devote myself to you.