Mob Twins Novels & Stories

AUTHOR: - V MAIN CHARACTERS: - Sarah Bert- Age- 22. A second-year college student and a part-time worker. Kind, sympathetic and loves helping others. Falls in love easily. Hates violence. Bible Holding- Age- 25. Mafia and manages his brother’s business. Trustworthy, rude and has guilty conscience. Playboy and doesn’t attach feelings towards anyone easily. Loves violence.

Antonio's throat chokes up, so Nick continued for him once again. "I can still remember being so fucking confused. And having hope that maybe, maybe he would finally change. But when we opened the box, our moms hand was in there. Her fucking hand. You know your moms hand." I close my eyes momentarily to stop the tears and then open them to see the twins. "How old were you guys?" I ask, my voice hoarse from the need to cry. "We were six" I lean forward and place a quick kiss against each of their mouths.

You can really tell that they love their mommy very much because they will not let her get hurt. “Babies, mommy is fine. The doctor said I am fine, so don't worry, okay?” she said that the two breathed a sigh of relief. So, Atasha squeezed both of their cheeks. “Why so matured twins? If I am not your mother, I would not believe it that you two are only four,” she said while smiling. “Mommy, we just inherited from you and Daddy.” Addison said smiling facing Kent who was just smiling at them. Addison immediately hugged Kent so Kent picked her up and held her in his arms. While Aiden hugged Atasha.

The mate bond thrum in her chest grew painful and urgent. Kael’s claws flashed. “You don't speak her name. Why?” “A mate knows you don’t need a name to claim what’s destined,” Rowan replied, voice echoing strange calm. “And if you try to stand in my way... I will.” They squared off until a scream tore through the stillness.

“You had eyes on the ridge, didn’t you?” I hesitated. “Yeah. But it was locked down tight. No activity I could see.” Another lie. Harlan narrowed his eyes. “Nothing? Not even a glimpse of the Alpha’s daughters?” “No, sir.” He stared at me, silent for too long. My pulse tapped nervously against my throat. Then he nodded. “You’ll get another chance. The twins are the key, Kai. Especially the younger one.” My hands clenched. “Aria?” I said before I could stop myself.

He asks in one swift move, Zama is floating on air suspended. “Hey guys.” He adds. “Long time no see.” “Möbius, you bastard.” Owen charges forward. “Remember your babies.” Möbius says in a singing tone, making Owen stop. “I don't want them though I only want their hot Mom.” He winks at me. “Please Möbius, I'll do anything, just let them go.” I beg.

Natasha did not know how to react but something flashed at the back of her mind regarding the twins she saw before. It made her wonder if that was the twins that her mate was referring to. But she decided to find it for herself and play it cool. “When you said ‘my twins’ you have kids?” Natasha asked a bit intrigued about what Morbius had just mentioned to her. “Ahm…yeah…they were ten and still growing fast…” Morbius’s voice wavered a little out of agitation to what decision Natasha might give him.

"El, Fin. Behave." I smiled, looking at them. My babies would also pull each other's legs and kick each other's asses. Immediately, I realized something. "Liara, your family has a record of twins, isn’t it?" "Yeah, but the exception is always there. Calvin is blessed with sextuplets, while I’m blessed with one." "Umm, yeah.. Is there any chance that Moana is pregnant with twins?" I asked, recalling that Moana herself was born with her brother.

“Madonna mia. Look at you. You’re huge.” Emilia swatted her arm, laughing. “It’s been a month! What did you expect?” “Twins or not, you look like you’ve swallowed a melon,” Isadora teased, but her voice was soft with awe. She rested a hand gently over Emilia’s stomach. “They’re really in there. Alive. I can’t believe it.” “They’re fighters,” Emilia whispered, her hand covering Isadora’s. “Just like us.” Their laughter dissolved into another tight hug, the kind only twins could share—the kind that stitched together every wound, every scar.

I gripped the handle, taking a deep breath before pushing it open, shouting, "Walla!" Two small heads immediately turned toward me. Matteo's bright blue eyes met mine, while Matilda's curly hair skipping like small waves immediately widened her smile. "Mama!" they shouted together. They ran towards me, their tiny footsteps sounding like the rhythm of sweet chaos on the wooden floor. Matteo arrived first, leaping with all his might into my arms until I almost lost my balance. "Wait, Theo, it's Tilly's turn, too," I laughed, trying to hug them together.