Mina From Twice Novels & Stories

I lifted my toes inside so that my mate could feel the pressure and pain. He barely reacted, pinning me with a look that was challenging. Liam cleared his throat, bowing down before politely slipping out of the room. Did he see anything? I hope not. "Mhm, sad. Cause I am loving these pancakes, and it may take me a while to devour them." "You, Princess Lana, are a proper menace." When I looked up, our faces were close enough that I could count his thick eyelashes if I wanted. Close enough that I can see the flecks of darker green around his pupils can make out every freckle, can feel his sharp little intake of breath.

"Emmeline!" Minnie's distinctive voice suddenly echoed from her right side, cutting through the airport noise with its familiar warmth and slight Thai accent. Emmeline turned to her best friend before straightening up, her face lighting up with genuine happiness for the first time that morning. Minnie was practically jogging toward them, her designer heels clicking against the floor, her long black hair streaming behind her. "You're just in time! My flight's in fifteen minutes." Emmeline's smile widened even more when she caught a glimpse of the twins next to Minnie, their small hands clasped with Taehyung's larger ones as he followed behind them with an indulgent smile.

a game where we team up I'm two's and make up one another. It's been more than two others already and am tired and sleepy. "Let play....hmm...." Amelia places her middle finger on her lips. "Twenty questions. So who's in." "Am in." Nanny hand flies into the air, her hand folded into a fist. "Me too." Raya adds with a nod. "Me three." Minnie looks up from her phone. I wonder how she heard all that when focused and typing away. She looks like one of those snubby, rude and mean girls but she isn't really one. She is rather nice and reserved.

“To stand for something even when it’s dangerous.” A knock at the door interrupted our argument. Mara entered, followed by Elena. “It’s time,” Elena said simply. “The moon is rising.”

"We sabotage the whole thing before it becomes a war. Little brother." Dante's expression flattened immediately. "Five minutes." He turned to the cat. "Mina. Five minutes. Tell him." Mina regarded both twins with equal and bottomless disdain. She had no opinion on the five-minute dispute. She never had. She never would.

“You missed us!” “I didn’t,” Mina shrugged, and sat on the other side of Kam, who scooted closer to me. “It was so nice and peaceful around here without you horny people.” “Been on any more dates?” Kimi asked with a grin. Mina shook her head. “I made that mistake once, and learned from it.” I grinned. “So, that’s not a no.”

Emma smiled and sat on the sofa, hands reaching her shoulders and pressing it gently. "So, care to tell me why you are late?" Mina asked, teasingly, as she walked into the living room, each hand holding a mug. "Here you go," said Mina, handing Emma one of the two cups and sitting beside her on the sofa. "I hope you enj—" "Had a double shift today," Emma let out, a bit too quickly, not wanting Mina to reach any silly conclusions. "What?" Mina's face dulled with disappointment. She thought-she really thought that Emma was out with Kevin, enjoying her life, her youth like people of her age do. But she was working once again.

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.

I looked like an expensive masterpiece. My phone buzzed loudly against the glass table. It was a direct message from Vance Sterling, the most ruthless billionaire tycoon in the city: “Do you want me to send my driver to pick you up, beautiful? Don’t make me come get you myself.” A dark smile curved my lips as I swiped past it. Immediately, another notification lit up the screen—an I*******m DM from Julian King: Julian: "Save a dance for me tonight, or I’ll drag you onto the dance floor in front of everyone."

“You’re fifty years old?” “Nope,” Marta said with a grin. “I’m seventy-seven. Have sex with me, Kendra. I’ll show you the right way.” Kendra couldn’t help asking her next question. “Does Minerva know the right way to have sex?” “Minerva was born an A****n,” Marta said with a shake of her head. “She has an understanding, but she doesn’t need to worry like I do or like you would. A naturally born A****n possesses a gene that we will never have.”