Momo De Twice Novels & Stories

I still felt the urge and pull, it was like nothing I’ve ever felt. “Well, today is your twenty-first birthday, and you know we get our soulmates, but it seems that you have four. Of course, you could have identical twins or triples that could be your person or persons.” She looked at me, clearly, I didn’t understand, she took a deep breath. “Identical twins or triplets have one mate, they are from one egg and one sperm. So, they are basically the same person, just in different bodies. Fraternal twins come from two eggs and two sperm so they have two soulmates, Like my father and Uncle.”

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."

I staggered, caught by Damon. “Morgana?” Mordecai’s face had gone pale. “That’s impossible. She died twenty years ago.” “Who is Morgana?” I demanded. “Your mother’s sister,” Maren said quietly. “Your aunt. She was exiled for forbidden experiments involving bonding wolves against their will. The Council sentenced her to death, but she disappeared before the execution could be carried out.”

Which somehow felt worse because it meant the choice to leave me had been deliberate. “Do you think you’ll ever find another mate?” I asked carefully. Mike laughed but it was bitter. “No. I don’t think I will.” “Why not?” He stopped walking and turned to face me. The moonlight caught his features and made his blue eyes look almost silver. “Because I think the Moon Goddess only gives you one true mate Silver. And I already had mine. She’s gone now and I don’t think there’s another person out there who was made for me the way she was.”

Wrapped around a dagger. My son has been branded too.

“So, what do you suggest? You've swam in the fashion waters better and longer than I have. I'm sure you'll know better.” He scratched his jaw and leaned forward. “Host a fashion showcase. And I'll bring her to you.” °°°°° The showcase happened about three weeks later, and to my surprise, the partnership invitation sent out to Phoenix was acknowledged. It was a large event. Every major name in fashion and business was here. I'd gone the extra mile with this one, because according to Harlan, I had one end-goal; impress Phoenix. I sat in the front row with my fiancee as the showcase commenced. Madison's large diamond rock sat heavily on her finger, glittering against the stage lights. She looke

Luna Mona POV I’ve pulled out all the information that I have about this damn curse. I have it sitting on the coffee table sorted into piles. One is everything that I have already shared with the boys and Heather. The second is everything Meg found, and the third is the stuff that talks about only having until their twenty-fourth birthday to mark their mate. That was one of the things that I didn’t point out to Meg the last time I talked to her, and I’m not sure if she caught onto it. All the previous mated twins had died within their twenty-fourth year. I’m pulled from my thoughts at the sound of the door opening. “Hey Mom what’s up,” Reed asks as he and Lucas walk in and take a seat on the

However, the rest of his sentence came, and it swept me off my feet. “Take you as my Luna.” He finished, his voice thunderous and a gasp spread through the crowd. My eyes flew open in surprise, my heart skipping a beat. And I think I might have caught his mother’s shoulders drop, her face turning a deep shade of rage. Just before she stormed back inside. Me, as his Luna? A chill ran down my body. Wait. How’s this possible?

The bubbles tickled my tongue, but they did nothing to settle the butterflies or should say mosquitoes in my belly. Six years of silence. Occasional updates from my mom — “The twins are doing so well in London… Ethan is top of his class… Edgar made the rugby team…” but never any direct word to me. No calls. No messages. Nothing. I had convinced myself I hated them for leaving me behind But the truth was messier.

"But I misremembered Master Jeevika's schedule—he's only coming tomorrow, so I went for nothing." "Master Jeevika?" Claire frowned, murmuring. "Actually, I think I've heard of that name before." Momo grinned. "He's quite famous—one of the youngest high monks in the country, whose insight into Buddhism far surpasses most. He has been traveling between every major temple for the past two years, giving sermons and blessing mystic items. And it's said that his charms are special." "Really?" Claire exclaimed in surprise. "Of course!" Momo nodded. "Actually, why don't we go together tomorrow morning? 7am, so that we won't be late for work. Get a few good-luck charms for your husband and your paren