Desir Twins の小説・ストーリー

This made the three foxes speak again, “her with long black hair, skin as delightful as milk coffee, eyes as dark as chocolate, hunted by her own kind, despised by her own creators, she who is to marry a devil is known as Chamicka.” My eyes must have grown the size of plates, either I’m really hammered with alcohol or these three basically just declared that the two guys are fated to me? To me! This better be a freaking movie or something cause I’m not going to be given away to two guys it’s bad enough I’m running away from that stupid Esteban. This must be who the twins really are, but if this is when everything is revealed about who the twins who are they really? Do I know them already? Ar

I still felt the urge and pull, it was like nothing I’ve ever felt. “Well, today is your twenty-first birthday, and you know we get our soulmates, but it seems that you have four. Of course, you could have identical twins or triples that could be your person or persons.” She looked at me, clearly, I didn’t understand, she took a deep breath. “Identical twins or triplets have one mate, they are from one egg and one sperm. So, they are basically the same person, just in different bodies. Fraternal twins come from two eggs and two sperm so they have two soulmates, Like my father and Uncle.”

I let out a moan is Immediately held my mouth from the feeling of embarrassment. He stopped as he noticed, gave me a dead stay, and said in an authoritative voice, “I would prefer you allow those sounds because I really enjoy them and they always reassure me of who I am. And I doubt you would be able to control it,” His eyes were reddish and I couldn't see the charm I met with the first day we encountered each other. I was ready to give in when he kissed my neck and he traced it with his tongue. “Yes yes!!” Now I couldn't control my reaction. I gave in to every other thing he was ready to do. But I was equally scared as I placed side by side his personality as a vicious, arrogant man, would

Jaxson When I think back to the last time I was in the situation where a woman told she was pregnant, my reaction was totally opposite to what it is with the gypsy who has bewitched me who stands in front of me melting into my arms as I kiss her stupid. An almost feral need comes over me at the thought she is carrying my baby. No not baby, babies, twins. She is carrying my twins. Twins that I put there the first night I ever spent with her. It's like fate put her in my life and made sure I could keep her way before I knew I wanted to keep her myself and I am not mad about it.

She didn’t answer, her eyes fixed on the wound, but her jaw clenched as she said enough. In Matteo’s apartment, the shower shut off, and the guy stepped out, a towel tied low around his hips not tight. Water dripped down on the hardwood floor as he walked toward Matteo, his eyes filled with mischief. “Daddy, I’m ready for you now,” he said, letting the towel fall. “Use me however you want.” Matteo’s pulse quickened, the cocaine magnifying every sensation. He set his whiskey down and leaned forward, his voice thick. “Siri, play me ‘Earned It’ by The Weeknd.” The romantic rhythm filled the room, the sound vibrating through the air. The apartment is a playground of dark desires—ropes, cuffs, an

“Everything’s okay.” He nods, pulling away. “I know,” he says through a sob as he wipes his eyes and sniffles. “He’s just so fucking cute.” He smiles. “Looks like he could be Lyla’s fucking twin.” He lets out a laugh and I can’t help but do the same. It is kind of funny. “That’s because they basically are,” I say, shaking my head. “Twins share the same DNA. Dane and Dex are identical. It’s the same DNA, even though it’s different people.”

We were in the big conference room, whiteboards covered in notes, laptops open, takeout containers scattered across the table. We’d been going back and forth for an hour about the closing line of the TV spot. “It’s too much,” I said for the third time, leaning back in my chair. “It’s going to come off desperate.” “It’s supposed to feel desperate,” he shot back, not looking up from his screen. “That’s the point. Desire isn’t polite.” “Desire also isn’t alienating half the audience.” He finally looked at me, eyes tired but sharp. “You think sex sells by being polite?”

“Because I didn’t think you were joking when you said you liked me.” Ethan looked down at the table, trying to steady his hands. The memory of the backyard, the confession, the first real moment they’d shared—it all made his chest tighten. “Still a dare?” Noah teased lightly. “Or was that just the first step toward admitting you’ve wanted this too?” Ethan’s throat went dry. “I’ve wanted it,” he whispered. “For a long time.” Noah’s grin widened, dangerous and warm at the same time. “Finally,” he said. “Finally, you admit it.”

I said slowly, “is it about emotional connection… or physical desire?” Jeff paused. Just slightly. Then he answered carefully. “It can be interpreted both ways.” I hummed softly, pretending to think. “And what about forbidden attraction?” His eyes lifted from the page. “Forbidden?” he repeated. “Yes,” I said innocently. “Like when someone wants something they know they probably shouldn’t.” The silence stretched for a moment then Jeff closed the book gently. “That interpretation,” he said slowly, “would depend on context.” My heart fluttered. Oh yes.

The world seemed to stop. I stared at him. “What did you say?” “Madam Valthera has taken the twins hostage.” My blood ran cold. Sera immediately took a step forward. “What?” “She demanded to see both of you.” For a moment, I could not process his words. The twins. Enzo and Damien. My mind immediately returned to the dream I had experienced earlier. Sera transformed. The twins running toward her. Their screams. The fear. I had woken up believing it had only been a nightmare.