Lahat ng Kabanata ng Unwanted Twin: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The cold breeze flew by the girl who was busy lighting up the lighter repetitively yet absentmindedly. Her back rested against the wooden plank in the dark alley.Her target was just several seconds away from where she sat. The black cloak covering her petite body with the hood draped over head.The ground vibrated underneath her, indicating that it was time for action. Getting up, she dragged herself towards the end with a smirk resting on her face. Taking ahold of the gun from her waist, she placed the silencer on top it.Crossing her feet, she leaned casually on the rough edged wall, comfortably.“Leaving so soon?” She lowly spoke, grabbing the attention of the man who stood several feet away with his phone latched on his ear.He abruptly ended the call and turned around. His eyes dilating at the creepy human who was playfully twirling her gun on her index. “W-Who are you?” He hastily stuttered, gripping the phone tightly within his palm.Tilting her head, she swiftly clutched the

A new day whilst the same agony.Struggling, Seraphina got up from the very same position she stayed after midnight. Her eyes glanced at the watch on her wrist. It read -- 5:00 am.Getting ahold of an old full sleeved t-shirt and jeans, she prepared herself for the upcoming day.Gazing at herself in the mirror, she looked rather okay after a bit makeover. Her raven mid-back length hair tied up in a high ponytail with several short pieces poking out in a messy way. Her sapphire eyes were something she was never never proud of. The color was light yet dark at the same time with specks of hazel, if you looked closely at it. A small button nose with a cute pout shaped lips and prominent cheekbones. She was tall, almost 5′7 in height but was slim.Her face was all concealed up. Not a single hint of abuse lingered on her face.Grabbing her torn up bag, she strolled out of her room. Descending down, she made her way towards the kitchen to cook something for Ronald. A sigh escaping her mouth

Gazing out from the window, she blew out a breath. Her heart begging to go hug them, specially him. She wanted to hear the nickname he always called her. The special one.She was always called the ‘Little Agostinio’ by her family.Sienna and Seraphina weren't identical but Seraphina was always mistaken as Agostino's younger twin. The similarities were immense.Her room was still the same. White colored with a queen sized bed attached to the wall. A walk in-closet and an attached bathroom. Beside the window, was a study table and just a few meters away was a vanity mirror with a several lotions and perfumes placed on it. A big sized television embedded in the wall, opposite to the bed.Only the thing missing was the plushies she kept on her bed when she was younger.Her thoughts lingering back to the days when they were a happy family but it all vanished in thin air.Knocking, the maid walked inside with a small smile on her face. “Madam, you are called for dinner.” Breaking away her g

Midnight arrived quicker than usual.Her body was sprawled over the floor like a starfish. She hated the feeling of the fluffy bed. It was as if it was reminding her that she was dirty and despicable.Sighing she turned around, feeling the cold wood graze against her skin. This was something she was used to and she liked it way.‘How about listen to some songs?’ The voice mumbled in her mind. Humming, she ignored it like she always did. Only this time the voices seemed to be louder than usual.Suddenly, she got up and strided out to get away from the overbearing silence. The wrist on her watch showed the time; 2:10am. Walking down the stairs, she marched in the kitchen with her hands in the pockets of the torn cardigan she always wore.Her phone vibrated against her jean pocket, alerting her. Taking hold of it, she answered the call without any hesitation and placed it towards her ear.“Code 009, Former president needs to be finished off by you. And only you.”She gripped the phone ti

Can we save ourselves from the bitter feelings? bet not. The life cycle is overall the very same. Put a fake smile and live as if nothing matters.It doesn't matter because the brain is already declared as dead inside.The siblings were cackling and listening to the songs that played on the aux. Enrico was on the drivers seat, whilst Savio on the passenger. Sienna sat in the middle of the back seat, Seraphina on one side and Vito on the other.She gazed at the scenery that went by but her ears were somewhat listening to the people who had long forgotten her.The aching within her chest had gone dull but the itching didn't. She had too cover up the patches of red and purple with the concealer she stole from her mothers drawer.Constantly scratching her arm, she fought the will to scream out in pain. Her breathing was calm however the taste of the bile still lingered on her tongue.‘They don't care.’ The voice darkly chuckled, to which she inwardly snorted.She knew it well that she mea