Massimo Twin Brother Novels & Stories

“M‍y name is Nico. Nico Mo‍retti and the Nikolai you know w‌as my twin⁠ broth‌er.” T‍he world tilted, “That’s not possi‌ble,” I whispered. “Believe me,” he said coo⁠lly, “‌this is no joke.” ⁠Fea⁠r spike‌d as his hand s⁠uddenly‌ closed around my neck,⁠ p‌inning me bac‌k. I g‍asped, panic exp⁠loding in my chest. “You knew he was a Moretti,” h⁠e growled. “Ho⁠w‌ could you not kno‌w‍ he ha‌d a twin?”

The corners of my lips lifted while meeting his gaze. “You really had the guts to say that to me, huh? Where did you get the courage to say that?” Massimo sighed, his hands were on both sides of his pant's pockets. “I just wanted to remind you that whatever will happen, do not let Klein fool you, Luciana. I know my brother so well because we stayed in the same house before. And I also keep my eyes on him even if we have separated our ways.” I shook my head, and laughed. “Why don't you admit to me that you're not really worried about your brother being a playboy, but with the f*ck that he will get me instead of you, Massimo? You just have to admit it, you know.”

They still didn't connect into something she could hold. "His name is Maxwell Valente," Gerald continued. "Michael's twin brother. Younger by four minutes. They looked identical.. same face, same build, same voice when they were younger." He stopped briefly. "Maxwell always wanted what Michael had. The family. The power. The name. He had been building toward something for years but none of us knew how far he was willing to go." Lorenzo was leaning forward now with his elbows on his knees and his eyes fixed on Gerald with the focused intensity of someone who was listening with their whole body.

She had told me and then we joined the others. "Hi, I'm Avelina." I said, greeting the others. They seemed hesitant, but still replied. "Nice to meet you, Avelina." I'm Alessio and this is my twin brother, Vito." They were the youngest of the boys. They were identical, and handsome. They smiled and shook my hand. There was another man who shares a very striking resemblance with Lorenzo. One would have mistaken them to be twin. He had a dark aura around him and with the way he stared at me, I already knew he didn't like me.

“Dad, I’m single, but not for Dante’s Alessia. Do you want him to shoot my brains out?” I turned. The man who stepped forward could have been Dante’s younger twin, same height, same build, same dark hair, but softer around the eyes, mouth curved in a perpetual half-grin. I’m wondering why they all look so much alike. He extended a hand. “Ivan Moretti. Nice to finally meet the woman who’s got my brother acting like a lovesick fool. Always Alessia this, Alessia that ” I accepted the handshake, laughing despite myself. “Alessia.”

They were merely brought to attend the funeral where all they saw was her casket being dropped on the floor. Then there was Alexander Russo, the twins elder brother and the heir to the Cross Sword mafia. He was, people said, a spitting image of his father, both in looks and in character. And that was true, only the twins hardly saw that part of him. Because to them he was the father they never could have, the loving elder brother who was the reason they were so spoiled.

“ Marc,……..how do you know him ? “ asked Luna . Massimo looked at Luna’s confused expression and smirked a little . “ We used to share the same womb . “ said Massimo . Luna looked at him confused then looked at Marc . Marc sighed then looked at Luna . “ Well……….My name is Marc Salvatore . I am Massimo Salvatore’s brother . “ said Marc . Mel and Luna opened their eyes wide when they heard him saying that he was Massimo’s brother . “ How…….No……there’s no way . “ said Luna looking at the two of them at the same time . “ No matter how innocent and good guy appearance my brother has , he still looks similar to me . “ said Massimo . “ If you look carefully Luna you will see that both of them look

He looked at my photo on the gravestone and said softly, "Because he was my brother. He has the kindest heart. "When you broke a plate at our place as a kid, he took the blame for you and got scolded by Mom. "When you didn't do well on a test, he tore up his own certificate and said he didn't do well either. "He never blamed anyone." Priscilla's tears finally fell. She crouched down. Her hand rested on my name that was carved into the stone. "Caleb, I'm sorry. "In the next life, I won't let you endure everything alone," she said through choked sobs.

Kael whispered. I nodded. We found the boy in the basement. Tied up, beaten, but alive. “Mira’s brother,” Kael muttered. I cut his bonds. “Can you run?” He nodded, shaking. Kael picked him up. “Get him out. I’ll hold them off.” “What about you?” I asked. Kael grinned, feral. “I’ve been waiting for this fight.” I didn’t argue. I took the boy and ran. --- *0:22 – The Trap Springs*

What awaited me at the kitchen wasn’t what I had expected it to turn out to be. Far from it. It wasn’t the least close to what I had imagined. Eric! Yes, my fiancé's twin brother, Eric Simpson, with his back facing me, shirtless, just in a singlet and a pair of faded, ripped jeans. His hair was messy and his back quite broad with less muscles for a man, faintly growing petite to the waist which was tied on the jean pants with a leather belt.