Double-faced Entendre Novels & Stories

Eryx, his senses heightened, translated, "It speaks of a time before time, of worlds intertwined, of destinies connected." Suddenly, the chamber's ambient light dimmed, focusing on a specific tapestry that depicted two celestial bodies – one bathed in light and the other in shadow. Between them, threads of energy intertwined, reflecting a dance of attraction and repulsion. Seraphina, her voice filled with wonder, exclaimed, "It's the Dance of Dualities! An ancient legend speaks of two entities, bound yet separate, their energies forever shaping the cosmos." Lysandra, piecing together the clues, added, "And those energies, those dualities, are reflected within us, within our choices and our p

I wondered how Theo would sound if he used the language. The flutist looked at me and smiled. "Cä rä elkamor. Si vër yte?( She's beautiful. Can I have her?)" He said and Theo clenched his jaw. "Kyn êsi drâ yen. Cä vër mæg ( Take your eyes off her. She's mine)" Theo growled and the flutist chuckled. Damn, Theo's husky voice is gonna make me melt. "Fine. I'm sorry.... didn't know she's yours" the flutist said and I gasped.

Eric looked aghast and devastated, he rubbed his forehead and let out a loud sigh, his eyes unable to look straight into Genevieve's. Staring at him, Genevieve shook her head, "I have always known that you want nothing to do with me but Felix told me that you are not who I think you are and I believed Felix because he is your twin and he should know better than I do. But…" she paused as sadness overwhelmed her, "You are not just mean but selfish and I understand that so bad right now. Please let me be okay, do not ever bother me again and let things be the way they were before, I beg of you". Saying this, she closed the door on his face but was stunned that Eric prevented her from doing so.

Which was weird, so I did what was on my mind and turned the frame around, so I could open the back and see what was inside. That picture was folded. I was sure of that. But when I opened the picture and confirmed that it was indeed folded into two, I couldn't celebrate my accuracy, because the face that stared at me from the folded part of the picture, made my heart this against my chest. There, on the other end of the picture, was the man my mother and father, had always refused to talk about. The very man, whose one picture, had continued to hang in our home. The very man, who was my uncle.

he said, his eyes now on my breast which were being beautifully assaulted by Aiden's hands. “We've got such a hot Mate, don't we, Aiden? Look at how wanton she looks.” Mate The word felt like cold water on my skin and I immediately jerked, twisting away from their embrace. What was I doing? Oh My God, how could I have allowed this? I pulled up my down, putting my hands and arranging it until I was well covered again, while the twins stared at me with dumbfounded expressions. They exchanged glances before focusing on me again.

“He’s just a customer.” Ethan frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. “He doesn’t look like the kind of guy who just wanders into small-town cafés.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, bristling at his tone. Ethan hesitated, then shook his head. “Nothing. Forget it.” But I couldn’t forget it. The way he’d looked at me, the way his words lingered in the air—it felt like there was something more he wanted to say, but didn’t.

It almost felt like an unseen entity had just sneered at him. (The End)

he interrupted, slipping his phone away. I stopped him, took the phone back, and dialed my number. “I guess it won’t hurt.” “See?” he smirked. I gulped my wine. “Alcoholic?” “Nope. I don’t want a headache tomorrow.” He chuckled. “You must get drunk easily.” “Exactly.” “Urm, excuse me?” the waiter interrupted. I raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you Alexa Leonard—Mrs. Alexa Anderson? The woman who proposed to the Anderson twin heir because you fell hard for his charm? Then why are you here flirting with another man?”