Mina Twice Novels & Stories

For the few times they had stayed together, she knew Mira craved it a lot. Perhaps, it's pregnancy induced cravings. She also craves anything called nuts be it groundnut, oaths or even tiger nuts. When she arrived at a supermarket, she was dazed by the woman coming out, holding a little boy in her hand. It's obvious, he might be her grandson. Within a few seconds, many thoughts have flown through Camilla's mind. Ms Kimberly! She smiled. Her inmate in the cell. She knew how much support this woman was to her back then.

"I'm sorry, you're right, keep telling me about that girl. ¿She is pretty? "Very pretty, parce a princess with those dresses and even goes to our school, but is just in the primary area according to what she told me today. Her name is Julissa Tomlinson, I think she is a cousin or friend of the child who almost raped a while ago. "Really?

“That’s because she isn’t Sanguinari.” “I’m human,” Mina says simply. “Very human.” I blink. “But you are… close. Connected somehow. I can feel it” She smiles. “I’m what is known as bloodsworn. Think of it like a lifelong bond. Best friends, in a way.” I study her more carefully. The calm. The comfort between her and Mandy. It makes sense even if I do not fully understand it. “You said others” Mina adds, glancing at my stomach. “How many Sanguinari have you met?”

She looked like a version of them that had been forged in ice. "I am the one our mother hid," she said, her eyes—the exact same shade of amber as Panni’s—fixing on the sisters. "I am Minny. The third pulse. The one the Lu family doctors declared 'unviable' so they could focus on the two they could sell." Annie, still gripped by security, let out a choked sound. "That’s impossible. Mother said... she said there were only two."

Vica asked, putting her hands on her hips. Minx stood up, her bony hip sticking out of the skirt she wore. The skin is gone from that side of her body. Fabric covered the front of her body, which did have flesh. Her feet were covered with combat boots. Minx stood at around four feet eleven with long blonde-brown hair. A roundish face that had pieces missing. Blue eyes looked out of sunken sockets. “You are trying to make her hate you and everything around her.” Minx started her voice, which sounded like a songbird. “You have to start simple. Tear her down layer by layer.”

"We?" She grinned and bumped my shoulder. "Don’t play, girl. I still remember us splitting instant noodles in that shoebox apartment in Manila, in which, by the way, you used to cry yourself to sleep. And now, look at you. Married to money. Husband has hired bodyguards. You’re unreachable." "Mina, don’t say it like that." "Like what? Like it’s a bad thing?" We settled into the lounge, where Mina immediately started taking selfies. She sprawled on the leather couch, her gum snapping. Then a buzz came from my phone and caught our attention.

A little disappointment was noticed in his voice, when turning to his brother for opinion. The brother said something too, in the same tone and that was it. But Magdalena was not punched this time. This incident and many more like this were mostly what she remembered from her childhood. I said "mostly," because she had an aunt too, aunt Tamia, who had somehow managed to stay respected in the family because she had a facial defect and everyone believed this was a god mark on her, and that's why they let her find a work. Tamia had opened a tiny souvenir shop in the center of the village and traded with different staff, including the dolls she got for the girls.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

"I understand, but as long as you work with me just forget about what you've been trained to do and just follow my lead." Mina nodded. "She's in her late thirties, single mother, divorced and goes to the bar and drinks to ease the pain of her failed marriage. Her daughter is eighteen and just joined the military and is currently living with her." Carmen was surprised, Mina was indeed very resourceful just as she thought. "Damn you found all that out from scouting around today?" Mina shook her head. "Nope, I overheard her talking with her friends while they were eating. Plus, her file gave a bit of information you might be interested in."

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.