Assassin's Creed Twins Novels & Stories

I wanted him to think that he had managed to find them on his own. The twins also helped us unknowingly as well. Since they were still trying to find Silvio, they would assign the Huntress after various targets, which they felt somehow correlated to Silvio. The twins would state whether they needed the person dead or alive. In most cases, the people the twins sent me after were minor crime lords. The twins managed to figure out that Silvio was using resources from the black market to help keep his location secret.

I feel the need to exert some frustration from work, and my new sub is the perfect way. I turn in time to see Allister and Camden both go up to the same women. Identical twins with identical tastes. I wonder if she knew she was fucking twins. If not, she will be in a few minutes. It’s nothing the twins don’t do in competition. They will both be fucking her to see who gets her to orgasm first.

I say in a clipped tone I gulp my mind reeling back to last night on the boat, I can't believe I have been missing that part of her due to pride, a smile almost meets my lips at the thought of all the dirty things she said to me while we made love but I push the smile away. “Fine fine,” one of the twins whispers pulling out a folder and placing it on the table. “An Assassin from the dark web, we discovered him when we heard about your little problem and we got all the information we could of him” They slide the folder my way

Hence, sensing no fear in her agitated him. He then shifted his gaze behind him, where a pair of Shadow Assassins sat to keep a close eye on Emery. He signaled them to take the twins away from their mother with the hope of pushing Emery to the edge of her wits. Stopping the horse in the middle of nowhere, the two assassins stepped down and opened the door. The basket was right across from her and when they tried to take it away, Emery just stared into space as if not giving any damn about what would happen to the twins.

I ask through clenched teeth. They exchange glances, moving with a similar precision that leaves a bad taste in my mouth. “My name is Antonio Gunam.” The first twin says. “And my name is Anton Gunam.” Says the second twin. “We’re the Gunam twins.” They chorus. For a second, I freeze, not sure I’ve heard right. My eyes dart between both men as I struggle with the reality of my situation. Last I checked, there’s only one set of twins who bear that name. And they control the underworld loan shack operations in this city.

Theron said, “the twins are always painted as heroes. Strong. Clever. Blessed by the Moon. In our reports, they’re something more complicated.” “Kael Nightveil,” Jax said, tapping a pin on the southern map. “Elder twin. Cold, calculating, undefeated in battle. He’s the one who plots campaigns. Negotiates treaties with a knife on the table.” “And Rian,” Rowan added, voice lighter. “Charming, reckless, drinks too much, laughs too loud. But don’t let that fool you. He’s just as dangerous. He just hides the blade in a joke instead of a speech.”

Àsàké; No you must not because the children in you will fulfill the prophecy. Oluwafunke: Children? You mean I'm with twin? Àsàké: Yes! They're twin, a boy and a girl. They will grow to love themselves in any situation they find themselves. Funke placed her hands on her tommy and smiled. Her mother also placed her hands on her daughter's tommy and smiled. Àsàké: Out here, they'll learn the true meaning of suffering. They'll have the leadership trait, strength and wisdom to rule.

“Madonna mia. Look at you. You’re huge.” Emilia swatted her arm, laughing. “It’s been a month! What did you expect?” “Twins or not, you look like you’ve swallowed a melon,” Isadora teased, but her voice was soft with awe. She rested a hand gently over Emilia’s stomach. “They’re really in there. Alive. I can’t believe it.” “They’re fighters,” Emilia whispered, her hand covering Isadora’s. “Just like us.” Their laughter dissolved into another tight hug, the kind only twins could share—the kind that stitched together every wound, every scar.

I fell on the chair. He’s right. Nothing changes the fact that he is my brother and my twin. I always thought back in the past that because we are twins, we will live together forever, doing everything together, having each other's backs because that is how twins are to function. But I find myself drifting further away from Eric. It’s even more like we are strangers. God made me the stronger one and him kind of the weaker one. I’m to be his strength and him my weakness. But I don’t have a weakness because everything is my weakness.

The mirror of her own deceit is beginning to dismantle her tower from within. She laid the pen down flat against the ledger, her gray eyes tracking the dual-timeline diagrams she had spent days constructing. The perfume trail was gone, the air inside her concrete sanctuary was freezing and clean once more, and as the clock on her phone flashed four in the afternoon, Ava knew the tactical shift was entirely secure. Amelia believed she had taken it all, but by running down to the boys' quarters to demand a reaction, the twin who took it all had just proven that her stolen kingdom was already drowning in its own terror.