Massimo Twin Brother Novels & Stories

he whispered over my cum covered panties, licked the top of my panties using his tongue. Opening my eyes, in the after effect, they landed on a smirking Aamon, "Did you like that?" "What!" I gasped in realization of what had just happened, I had just let my bully's twin brother make me climax. Oh goddess! Dearest goddess, this was wrong in all ways possible to say out.

Marcus "Why and how you know that he is with me?" "He is my brother and she told me about you" "Brother?" I repeated his word to myself. "Yes, Maxon is my twin brother" "But you guys don't look alike" "Yeah, that's because we are non-identical twins" It makes sense, I nodded to him as I sat on the chair making him squat on his knees as my bodyguards aim the guns at his head so if he ever tried the silly move of running away then you guys are smart to know the rest.

to it. Renzo's got two brothers, Luca and Marco. Luca's the oldest, and Marco's the youngest—an artist, by the way. Luca and Renzo were five and eight years older than the twins, but they were still awesome big brothers. They taught her how to swim, and Renzo would threaten any guy who looked at her or Alessia twice. Marco's a year older than the twins, so they were pretty close. Luca is happily married, his wife Vivian, they are pregnant with their second child—and get this; she is a real-life princess—which is cool as hell,.

Her father - Pablo Fabrizio. Everything pointed to him—but a shadow of doubt lingered, twisting and curling like smoke she couldn’t clear. Why? Why would he do it? Was loyalty to Drake de Marco enough to kill the woman he married? Massimo entered the room, his presence as commanding as ever. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, exposing his forearms, the ink of his tattoos dark against his skin. He carried a glass of whiskey in one hand, but his gaze never left her. "You're too quiet," he said, his voice a low rumble as he approached.

Which is why he was so annoyed she was talking to one of her family members—those rats always seemed to make her frown. Elena met Massimo downstairs. Together, they shared what they had found out. "Of course it's Tyler again," Massimo gritted out. "I don't know why you even bothered treating that man." "Because I'm a doctor," Elena argued. "You're my doctor," Massimo retorted. "And I didn't need or even want you to treat him." Elena didn't understand why Massimo was so annoyed by this. "He's my brother," she said simply.

I sighed loudly, closing my eyes as I held my head. “I cracked it all, buddy, but planning to kill your own blood isn’t going to get you anywhere higher. Instead, you will be breaking one of the table’s rules. That can get you out of the business, you know that, death would be your destiny,” I growled in frustration, turning my gaze at him. “What he fucking did to me was brotherly?” I lashed. “No. What he did is not accepted by any of us. He stabbed us in our backs.” Massimo calmly stated, even his smooth voice wasn’t enough to calm my nerves. I needed to be in Jennifer’s fragile arms. Only that could give me a sigh of relief.

“Not when that bastard is coming towards me and holding the simpleton beside him. Truly, there was another man beside him. To tell the truth, the three brothers are drop dead gorgeous, but this one is a piece of art and a mixture of trouble. He had a smug on his face that said “ I know I am handsome” They both got to where we were standing. I expected Vittorrio to extend a handshake to the other man if not to Massimo. However, he did the opposite. He took the moment to dip his hands in his pocket. His eyes were blazing with anger. Massimo on the other hand was enjoying the scene. He slurped his drink rather too loudly that it began to irk me. “I never thought the day that I'll see you again

He just looked at me, my fangs an inch from his face, and slowly … slowly … he smiled. “Did you just bare your fangs at me, brother?” His voice was soft. Almost delighted. Like I’d finally given him something he’d been waiting for. I should have let him go. I knew I should. This was my brother. My twin. The other half of the only family I had left after our mother died. I didn’t let him go. Because he was right, and that was the worst part. He’d named the thing I’d been refusing to say out loud for weeks. It wasn’t her power. It wasn’t her bloodline.

" She heard a hoarse voice behind her that made her tremble immediately. He turned slowly, meeting a genuine, slender figure, and... Smiling, and then he realized that he must be his boss's twin, because his boss never smiled. "Oh, is that you?" He exclaimed, putting his hands to his chest. "Who were you waiting for?" Andrea? That man of Italian origin would never come to your office, he's a first-rate stubborn man, identical to Grandpa Massimo," he shook his head smiling. Amber smiled. "How is it possible that two people who were born on the same day, and gestated in the same womb, were so different?" she bit her lip thoughtfully.

Then I took shower and did all the morning routine. When I left the room I saw Alex was sitting on the dining table looking at his laptop and when I stood behind him I saw that it was the news about me and Josephine. Someone ahs dug out my history being twin sister of Josephine and also that how my sister is a professional at winning the competitions but this time the twin who has not even won a school competition wins the international competition. There was also the news that how I disregard my family and is now living as a mistress to a rich man. It also said that how I am jealous of my sister and always try to harm her. There was also a speculation in the article that I might have stolen