Cute And Desperate Twins Novels & Stories

The hasty cremation, the evasive answers—I had suspected all along that neither of them had truly died. And after Jeremy's "death," I discovered I was pregnant. With twins. That was when I conceived my boldest plan. I took on the role of caretaker for Jeremy and Janey's supposed illegitimate sons. Under the guise of grief too deep to bear, I retreated to the countryside with them. Two years later, I returned—with my own twins. Everyone believed they were Jeremy's illegitimate children. Even my own parents were deceived. They scolded me for being a fool, and friends mocked me for lowering myself to raise another woman's children.

I turned toward the carriage, every instinct screaming to escape, to breathe, to survive this with whatever dignity I had left. “Cursed land,” someone shouted. “Can’t even spare deaf and dumb twins who don’t know how to speak.” The words hit wrong and something inside me went cold. Dumb twins? I looked out of the window slowly. The girls were still there. The sharp-mouthed one had her arms wrapped tightly around her sister now, pressing her head into her shoulder. She rocked gently, murmuring something soundless, fingers moving in small, deliberate motions against her sister’s back. Understanding crashed into me like a physical blow.

It pulls at me instantly, my wolf stirring, alert. “Do you smell that?” I ask. Darius inhales deeply. “Yeah—the food smells amazing. They got ribs, deer, rabbit—damn, is that tomahawk steak?” I stare at him. “That’s not what I’m talking about.” But he’s already distracted by the grills. I keep walking, following the scent, and then I see them. The twins. For a second, everything else fades. They look… unreal. Different. Stronger. Brighter. Like something awakened inside them overnight.

Her body shook, slick heat coating his thighs, her legs trembling as he hit every spot, dragging her over the edge again and again. Beside her, the twins were lost in their own lust. The dark-haired twin hissed as he rubbed faster, panting, almost crying with need. The silver-haired twin screamed, hips bucking, fingers working frantically, skin glistening with sweat. Kira’s moans spiked higher, mingling with theirs, the clearing filled with the sounds of desperate, dripping need. “Ahhh! Fuck—ohhh! I can’t… ohhh yes—harder!” Kira screamed, bucking into him, clinging, trembling, every nerve on fire.

Athena's Pov My body felt like it wasn't mine. My mind screamed at me to run but my body was frozen, locked in place, by pure, undiluted horror. Nuella's body lay before me, a shredded mess of torn flesh and blood. The metallic scent of blood was thick in the air, burning my nose as I inhaled, churning my stomach as I stared. And then there were them. The Alpha twins — Enzo and Ryan. Their naked bodies smeared with Nuella's blood, their eyes glowing in the dark — red and feral like wolves who'd tasted their first kill and wanted more.

“It’s you and me, the twins, and soon our son. That’s all that matters.” I nestle into him, my head resting on his shoulder. I think of Nisi and Rapha, of the 'dog house' strategy, of the roses, and the coppery taste of blood on my birthday. I think of the two towering wolves who tried to win my heart by becoming my pets. A part of me hates them for the deception, a part of me is shattered by the sheer, desperate lengths they went to just to stay near me. But looking at my twins with their dark-prince features and I know that some debts can never be paid. THE END

Cassy was in tears, her sobs echoing in the grand hall. Ezra stood silently, a solemn figure amid the chaos, with the twins who were also crying, their little faces streaked with tears. The moment the twins saw me, they darted towards me, their small arms wrapping around my legs in a desperate search for comfort. Knox gently lifted one twin, cradling him with an ease that spoke of his deep affection for his little brothers. Ky did the same with the other twin, both brothers walking them over to the bar and perching them on it, their actions a blend of tenderness and strength.

“You’ve got nerve, Xavier. Flirting with me all week, and then you turn around and sleep with my best friend on a cruise? Really living up to that billionaire charm, aren’t you?” Xavier, now fully aware that he looked ridiculous, stammered, “I didn’t mean—” Before he could finish, the door flew open again, and the twins peeked in, their faces full of mischief. “Is it over yet?” they giggled, clearly enjoying the chaos they’d caused. Xavier shot them a death glare. “You two! Get out of here, right now!” The twins burst into laughter, their high-pitched giggles echoing in the room as they darted off down the hallway, leaving Xavier standing there, exasperated.

For even if it was in his own home, as leaders they had to set an example, and they had to know that death was approaching, for Mia's eyes were shining turquoise. Upstairs, muffled by the sound coming from inside the twins' room, a moan that was a mixture of pain and pleasure echoed. Inside the room, Paulo pulled Tiffany's hair hard as he penetrated her from behind, while Pedro fucked her mouth hard, going deeper and deeper. The twins were extremely hot, comparable to Greek gods. Even among wolves, who usually had perfect genetics, they were above average. Both had brown hair with golden highlights, golden brown eyes, faces that looked like they had been sculpted by an artist, and bodies tha

Olleta , the girl and first-born twin who was a replica of her mother, and Zigfrid, the male and second-born twin who probably took after his father. " They are asleep. Sleeping like angels they are." Dulce smiled. " Must have been a tiring trip for the little ones." " I guess so too. So, tell me, dear one. Becker said, stealing a glance at Dulce. " Tell you what?" " Are you ready?" Dulce smiled. Was she ready? She knew exactly what Becker was asking her. Her aim for returning had revenge in the back of the wheels. She was definitely going to take a piece of everyone who made her look like garbage back in the days.