Novel & Cerita Maknae Of Twice

I looked like something packaged for someone else’s pleasure and I immediately felt sick. They took me to a room where the air was thick with cologne and cigar smoke. A man sat at the head of the table, surrounded by others who looked equally vile. He turned when he saw me and laughed. "She’s perfect." He stood, walked around me slowly like I was a horse he was about to bet on. "Bring the TM." The words made no sense. I turned to the woman beside me, confused. "What’s a TM?" She didn’t answer. A man entered carrying a metal rod, the end glowing hot. I caught the letters—TM and a code 1245.

he chuckled dryly, “The Luna makes the pack stronger, she brings power to the pack. Luna’s are connected to the energy of the moon, and once she and the Alpha are together, the pack only grows stronger.” “Sir-” He cut me off before I could finish, “I’m not going to tell you what to do or not to do. I’m giving you cold, hard facts. Packs succeed because they have both an Alpha and a Luna, but because they have an Alpha who will get weak over time without his Luna. Think about your decision, and I’m not saying this because she’s my daughter.” “Yes, sir,” I said, finally understanding what he was trying to say. “See you soon, son,” he said, shaking my hand and leaving me with my thoughts.

) Ana told them. "Yehh, si modo tata verbum Latinum intellegere potuit, certe mirabitur," (“Yehh, if Dad could understand Latin, he’d surely be thrilled,”) Xenna said to her mom, glancing at me while giggling and covering her mouth with her tiny hand. "Iure geminos, sic discere non debet ut regulam spectet," (“Exactly, twins. He really should learn, so he won’t look clueless,”) Xenno agreed.

The questions swirled around in my mind, but the answers eluded me, lost in a sea of confusion and regret. Minutes passed like hours as I sat there, lost in my own thoughts, replaying the scene over and over in my mind, each time hoping for a different outcome but no matter how many times I went over it, the result remained the same: Tiana was gone, and I was left alone with the crushing weight of my own mistakes.

But the second we got it, I dragged Emily straight to the courthouse next door. "Divorce. A reissued certificate doesn't count. I want to divorce first, then get married again." Emily refused, of course. But she couldn't handle the way I was now—this version of me who knew exactly how to act spoiled and throw a tantrum. Especially when I looked at her with teary eyes and asked, "Are you scared that if we divorce, you won't want to marry me again? Do you already have someone on the side?" She panicked instantly.

The first car’s boot opened to reveal sixteen magnificent cakes, each decorated in a different vibrant color. "Oh my God, Samuel! Sixteen cakes? I can't eat all this, my love!" "You must," he replied, his voice warm with affection. "Each cake celebrates a year you’ve graced this earth. You have to taste every single one." My heart hammered against my ribs. I was caught between laughter and tears. "Ready for the second?" he asked. I could only nod, my breath hitching as I jumped and shouted with a joy I’d never felt. "Close your eyes," he commanded. When I opened them, sixteen colorful teddy bears of every imaginable size were staring back at me. Tears blurred my vision. I stumbled toward the

A few months later I was holding twins in my arms with my mate looking down at me but not with a smile. I had made a grave mistake

* His eyes moved down the page. **VANCE, AURORA — BORN OCT 12.** **VANCE, LUNA — BORN OCT 12.** Ethan stopped breathing for a second. Twins. Aurora had never mentioned a sister. Not once. In all the conversations they had shared about her childhood, her family, and her past, she had spoken as if she had grown up alone. Ethan turned the page. And his entire body went still. A surveillance photograph was attached to the top corner of the file.

A picture perfect man–Tall, broad shoulders, dark hair, and face that should only belong to a god. “Mate! Mate! Mate!” Astra purred repeatedly within me, wagging her tail in delight. Our eyes locked and everything around me disappeared–the voices, the people, the wind, absolutely everything, and all that remained was just eyes. His eyes flashed grey, a sign that his wolf recognized me as his mate. My fingers instinctively tightened around the bouquet. I can’t believe this was happening! And of all days, today! I’m sure this was all my mother’s doing. She has somehow been able to get the moon goddess to let me find my mate on the same day I turn eighteen.

She wanted answers. She went to see a renowned priestess. I didn’t hear about it until years later, whispered by servants who feared her even more than my dad, after she came back. The priestess had told her something strange, something that stayed with her long even after the years had passed. A long-awaited guest will return to your house. Vivian held onto those words because they were like a glimmer of hope to her. Years later, my father had to rebuild our family’s image. Our wealth and status grew. Our influence spread. The old money felt heavier, and with it came people looking to take advantage of it.