Massimo Twin Brother Novels & Stories

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.

“ AHHHHHH………HOW DARE THEY ! “ said Massimo throwing all the things that he had on his table in anger . Mel and Jack looked at him nervously as he was totally pissed now . His eyes had lost any kind of humanity feeling they had in them . They were now filled with only anger and hungry for cruelest revenge ever . “ Marc !………..I wish I could skin you alive but I will give you a chance to redeem yourself . “ said Massimo with a scary expression that made Marc feel the chills up down his spine . He had never seen his brother be so terrifying before in his life . Just his current expression and ferocious killer aura , made Marc I understand how foolish it was of him to try and compete with his bro

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.

I said, because that was easier than the truth. “I’m not.” He let go of my arms, like he wanted me to be free to run if I needed to. His eyes didn’t leave my face. “I’m Cassian Veyron. His twin. The one he doesn’t talk about. The one you were never meant to meet.” I pressed my fingertips to my mouth, blinking fast. “Why - why didn’t you say something at the hospital?” “You were hurt,” he said. “You kept calling me by his name. I… couldn’t-” He broke off, jaw tightening. “It wasn’t the right time.”

They hated each other, it was that simple. Sensing her annoyance, Mason lips lift to showcase his dazzling white teeth. If it were any other decent boy, Ava would be fawning over his good looks. Mason was the definition of hot, his dark hair that he was growing out made that impossible color of blue in his eyes to pop out even more. It would be a sin to have such beautiful eyes like his . Sophia and Mason were identical twins, but Mason's face was obviously more chiseled and more manly.

I can't be serious now is not the time to joke around but here I am joking with my subconscious like I am not being held hostage with men I don't know. “So this is the famous Alexia, Cane really got a beautiful one as a mate” what the hell are they talking about Alexia? Cane's mate? What do they need Alexia for? Do I look like her why will they mistake me for her I know we are twins but we just have a few features alike to me we don't really look alike but some people say we do I don't just see it. That's not the point tho, the point is I am not her can't they see it? Obviously they can't because if they could I wouldn't be here.