Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fated To My Twin Brother : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Quiet streets of Hampton slumbered in a soft, golden light as sunset fell, old cobblestones sketched with shadows. **Sonia** stood in the front yard of her small house with its ivy bed. She worriedly twisted the hem of her dress in her fingertips as her heart thumped in her chest at the uninvited visitor before her: **Dylan**. She'd always been that way, with the shaggy hair, warm brown eyes, and that easy smile that seemed to make the world feel lighter. He was, secretly, everything she kind of admired. Today, however, there had been no smile. Instead, his eyes were all tangled up in worry and disappointment, twisting something inside her. "You told Hannah about the human world, didn't you?" Dylan's voice was low, but there was a note of reproach that cut deeper than she had expected. Sonia's shoulders slumped, and she swallowed hard, a guilty feeling creeping over her. She'd thought that surely no one would hear, that she could keep this slip of the tongue to herself. But here

The moon was heavy in the sky, its silvery radiance pouring across the scorched land where Hannah and Hadzen waited. Charged air imponderable held its breath. Hadzen stood against jagged rock, his sharp eyes ranging across the ground, every muscle in his body tense. He didn't trust silence. Silence was dangerous-a precursor to chaos. Hannah sat beside him, her arms wrapped tight around her knees, eyes pinned on the door to Hampton. She could see it looming there, ancient and unyielding, its runes faintly glowing in the darkness. Hours had passed, yet no sign of the barrier opening showed in the distance. Her chest was tightening with frustration and helplessness. Hadzen's impatience she could feel like a storm, brewing up beside her. Hadzen finally broke the silence, his voice sharp and cold. "How long are we supposed to sit here? This isn't going to open itself," Hannah gazed at him but said nothing. She really had nothing to say. How would she know? That she didn't know? That s

The night cast an eerie stillness in the forest, but the crimson glow of the full moon was radiant as it hung low in the blood-stained sky. Its wide face cast creepy shadows on the forest floor, and the air was heavy with an impending sense of doom that neither Hadzen nor Hannah could ignore. "Let's just wait here," Hadzen muttered, breaking the tense silence. His voice was gruff, his eyes fixed on the distant horizon. "We don't want to go back to that crazy woman." Hannah glanced at her brother, perplexed. "What are you talking about?" Hadzen's jaw clenched as he let out a frustrated huff. "Amara," he said begrudgingly, his mind flashing all too briefly back to her earlier antics. Her sudden kiss had caught him off guard and made him annoyed and more than a little flustered. "You know what she did earlier… never mind. It's not important." She gazed at him questioningly, then decided not to inquire any further. There was something in Hadzen's stance and the far-off look in his

(Maxine’s POV) The crimson moon hung heavy in the night sky, its unsettling glow seeping through the dense canopy like blood from an open wound. Every step I took felt heavier than the last, the weight of the night pressing down on my chest. The pack moved silently around me, their shoulders slumped in exhaustion and grief, but my focus remained fixed on the boy they carried. Hadzen. My son. I forced myself to keep my head high, but the sight of his pale face—that lifeless, bloodied thing—gnawed at me like a wild animal. If I let myself look too long, the threads of my composure, so carefully woven, would utterly unravel. Instead, I clenched Hannah’s hand more tightly, my knuckles white, as if only by holding onto it could I shield her from all this. She stayed close—too close—her small frame trembling beside me. Every few steps, I could feel her gaze darting toward Hadzen, but I couldn’t bring myself to comfort her—not when I was barely holding myself together. “Mom,” her

The night air raked over her skin as Ericka staggered further into the woods, her breathing harsh and jerky. The crimson moon still hung heavy in the sky, casting an unnatural light over the forest as if following her like an indictment. Branches whipped at her arms, scratching pale skin, but she felt none of it. It was nothing compared to the commotion inside her chest. How couldn't they? The word echoed inside her mind, throbbing as a flame she wasn't allowed to dampen. Her mom—Maxine—saw her like she looked at any other person: a foreign entity. And Hannah… this girl. That fake. Ericka clenched her jaw. She's walked one tottering step in front of another. She did not belong there. None of them belonged. The moment she saw Maxine her mom wanted a hug from her to ask her if she is okay but she didn't because she was with the fake Hannah. That makes her mad. Ericka pressed her palm against a tree trunk, steadying herself. Her thin white dress clung to her body, torn at the hem