Alice The Cocteau Twins Novels & Stories

it still wrote Scott Camden. I laughed—laughed until tears ran down my face. 'You really are something, Camden. Still trying to have a family on both sides? Well, a man who eats from two tables is bound to choke sooner or later.' Just then, a stranger added me on WhatsApp. My gut told me it was Ysabel. The moment I accepted, she sent a smug message. 'So what if you threaten him with divorce? His heart is still with me. Colette, love decides who belongs—and who becomes the outsider!"

“I don’t think celebrate is an appropriate word for what Alec and I have planned. We plan to worship you, Luna Aurora.” I followed the twins from the party, my cheeks aching from the smile plastered to my face and a fire burning low in my stomach. At the time, I hadn’t fully grasped what the twins had planned. I was swept into muscular arms the moment we entered the house, pinned to the bed with rough hands and heated skin. They snarled and snapped at one another, fighting for the sweetness between my legs. Coarse hands held me down while I thrashed and screamed out my orgasm onto Kade’s tongue, all whilst Alec whispered sweet words of encouragement.

I could feel her stare burning a hole into my head. “What?” I finally asked, my mouth full. She raised one brow. “So… which one of the twins climbed down the tree this morning?” I choked. I coughed so hard, I had to grab water and gulp like I’d been running a marathon. My aunt just stood there, arms crossed, smirking like she caught me red-handed. I blinked at her. “W-What are you talking about?” She walked over and sat across from me. “Keyla. The tree. The one right outside your window? The one I can clearly see from this kitchen window?”