Hello Kitty Evil Twin Novels & Stories

) Xenna complained. "Posset etiam gemelli catus esse, quod eius nares cresceret cum audiebat nos, quod non intellexit," (“He could also be a gorilla twin, since his nostrils flared listening to us even though he couldn’t understand,”) said Xenno, which made Ana laugh. "Gemelli, etsi pater tuus talis est, ego illum amo. quia solus est in mundo," (“Twins, even if your Dad is like that, I still love him. Because he’s one of a kind,”) Ana told them.

Its eyes glow with a sickly green light, and its voice is a guttural growl that sends chills down my spine. “You’re too late,” it says, its voice dripping with malice. “The twins are mine.” And then it lunges.

Who gives people such ridiculous names? “They’re a pair of mysterious twins,” Aunt Jenna explained, her eyes darting toward the window as if expecting them to appear at any moment. “They are a set of twins. No one knows much about them, except that wherever they go, trouble follows. They’re the embodiment of evil, Aurora. Unrest, disappearances, even death... these things always seem to happen when they’re around.” I felt my heart stutter, my mind flashing back to the grocery store, the rude, smirking man I had collided with and his quieter, watchful brother. They were twins. Could it be…?

It brought him a unique sense of joy. “Yuck! You and your twin really are different,” Katleya said, rolling her eyes at him. “Why? Should we have the same personality? Being nice is boring. Besides, my twin isn’t totally nice. He always smacks me on the head. I almost died once while eating polvoron, can you believe it? And did you see what he did to our dictionary? He used it to cover up his perversions. That’s worse. Minus points for him in heaven.”

Who am I to her? I am just a mere pest. An object she threw away. A pet that’s been abandoned. Going back to those tragical representation would make things less entertaining. I am here to have fun, not mourn for myself. I scoff, feigning a smile. I guess I still looked like my twin, after all. We’re not ‘identical’ for nothing. “Yeah...” I trailed off, looking around. “Well, then, dinner is ready!” she excitedly exclaimed.

Kitty. I couldn't get her face out of my mind, it's almost like God was punishing me with her beauty. Her name too, Kitty, it wasn't fitting. Kitty was too innocent, Kitty was too sweet. It was a name meant for someone or something delicate and a kitten. She, she was neither of this, she was fierce. She was a force, she was...evil. I feared her. But goodness, to say that she didn't cause a tingling in my loins would be a lie.

~~~ A/N Hey lovelies HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL OF YOU, MAY YOU ALL CONTINUE TO SHINE AND DO WHAT YOU DO BEST, I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH. (I have compiled a video for the main characters on the official I***g page au_rare_stories. If ever you got curious on how the twins and their girl look like, go watch that video now. And let me know if they all are up to your expectations. And believe me, I found the most suitable models there ever are in the entire universe. I hope you find them hot too!) Love, RARE

By exiting, she wasn't just leaving a chat; she was severing the final tether to the version of herself they thought they controlled. She wasn't a player in their game anymore. She was the storm that was about to level the entire playground. Evelyn leaned back, watching the emerald snake coil itself into a tight, lethal spring. "He’s right," she whispered to the dark room, a chilling smile finally touching her lips. "The kittens are for the weak. From now on, we only play with venom."

CHAPTER ONE “I need you to pretend to be me.” The words hit me harder than the rain splattering against my kitchen window. I gaped at the woman before me. A woman I hadn't seen in eleven years. My exact replica. My twin sister. Except Arla Morrison looked nothing like the girl who had disappeared before sunrise, the morning of our eighteenth birthday with stolen cash and broken promises. She looked expensive now. Untouchable. Dressed in a cream cashmere that could pay my rent for five years, diamonds whose price certainly cost a kidney glittered against perfectly manicured finger, while my lights flickered like they were seconds away from dying.