Mob Twins Novels & Stories

Maela whispered. Silence. Then she stepped closer to the pedestal and raised one pale hand. A shimmering pool of silver formed in the air between us. And in it, I saw flashes. A war. Not just wolves—but creatures with glowing eyes and scales, beings made of shadow and fire, tearing through forests and skies. And in the center of it all—women with marks across their skin, channeling moons and stars through their veins. Moonbound. One of them looked like me. The vision faded.

It never took her long to hook up with the guy she wanted, she would flirt and tease and soon hook him in. Conner and Callum watched from their office, the Twins now owned this club and a string of others. They were very good looking, six feet four tall with blue/black hair and sapphire blue eyes betraying their mother's Irish ancestry. Toned and fit they were identical in almost every way, the one noticeable difference between the two of them was that Conner was left-handed while Callum was right-handed. Only those people who knew the Twins well would know this difference and that did not amount to many people. They were now the most powerful Mafia Dons in England since seizing the title fr

“I’ve got a book coming next week, Rose’s firm is trying to get this bank renovation, you’ve got a parents’ evening, Sarah’s working late so everything’s ready for when she goes on maternity leave, and Alice is trying to hire a new editor.” “I thought running a YouTube channel was supposed to be easy.” Dad said. “It was when she started. But it’s an oversaturated market and rich people came in with their drones so we have to up our game.” Hugo appeared beside me. “Right, breakfast.” “So, we meet there.” Dad nodded. “Are they still telling us to wear masks?” “It’s encouraged.” We managed to keep covid under control in Mobia, a lot better than they had in the UK and between regular tests and t

); Ronald Smith - 50 Sisters; Seraphina Smith/Di Modica (Younter twin) - 16 Sienna Di Modica (Older twin) - 16 Brothers; Agostino Di Modica (Current Italian Mafia Don) - 29 Alfonso Di Modica (2nd in command) - 28 Enrico Di Modica (Mafia Doctor) - 26 Fulvio Di Modica (Congilere)- 23 Savio Di Modica (In university and a tattoo artist) -20 Raffaello Di Modica (Older twin and in highschool) - 18 Rosario Di Modica (Younger twin and in highschool) - 18 Vito Di Modica (In highschool) - 17 Love interest. The next don of Russian Mafia;

It has always been there, even before we knew what it was. Cael presses his forehead to mine because the tunnel is too small to move. His breath is hot on my face because he is close. The blood on our hands is sticky between us because we are still holding on. The voice comes back and says, “A twin bond cannot break,” and the words land inside my head, not my ears. It says, “It can only be transferred,” because that is the old law, and “One heart must carry it alone,” because two hearts will burn out by the full moon.

In the community group chat, someone tagged Janey directly. [House no. 402's resident, could you stop beating your kids all the time? Are you even their real mother?] [Exactly! It's bad enough that you disturb us every night, even my son's traumatized!] [I've seen her two boys. One's in a wheelchair, the other's slow in the head. Wouldn't surprise me if their condition came from her beatings.] [I've lived in this building for years. How did she suddenly have two kids this old out of nowhere?]

Lyra asked. Tobias turned to her. He described rare wolves as having stronger mate ties. “Their bonds don’t stop at emotion. They connect mind, body, and spirit.” Lyra shook her head. “That sounds like a myth.” Tobias lifted his staff slightly, tapping the stone. “Myths are usually history with teeth.” Lyra stared down at her wrist. The mark glowed faintly beneath her skin. “And you think…” her voice faltered. “You think I’m one of them.”

He placed it in my arms and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. “A sweet little girl, Miss Baxter. Well done” he said and walked off to begin cleaning up his tools and supplies. I looked down at the little pink faced blob of love in my arms. She too had dark whisps of hair and looked exactly like her brother. Her brother... holy shit. I have two babies. How am I going to handle two babies. Roe handed me back my boy and I looked down at my two perfect little angels. Tobias’s arm snaked around my waste from behind me and he slipped his huge finger in my baby girl’s hand. She gurgled and cried and pulled his finger to her mouth.

I wanted to be around Dax and his friends and family-they made me feel whole again. His brothers were hilarious and had become my human chrysalis. He had three; each so wildly different from Dax no one would know there was any relation except for their looks. Moby was four years younger than Dax, and he had the same gorgeous features Dax did, but with blond hair, brooding, green eyes, and a perfect build from his job as a personal trainer-although not quite as tall. He was a jokester, and at thirty-two, he was the playboy of the group with a different girl on his arm every time we saw him, and they were always drop-dead gorgeous.

De Luca, I didn't expect to hear from you so soon. - Miss Scott, my sincere apologies. We have already recovered your merchandise and transferred the money to our account. We will deliver it to you tomorrow at the same time and place. I intend to do the service myself. I was ready to do it today, but I'm supporting my baby sister. She has just lost Tobi, her eldest son, in an unfortunate accident that killed him and two of his friends. Ohhhh Tobias was dead, as were the other two unfortunate people who had nothing to do with the matter. Tobias must not have died a clean death, as the money was with De Luca.