Novel & Cerita Momobami Twins

She wasn’t looking at him but smiling shyly at Jayden. Right beside her was her twin sister, Annabelle, her total opposite in every way. Short skirt, heels clacking, heavy pink gloss, paired with a confidence aura of knowing the boys were going crazy over her. The Moretti twins were born and raised in the same Mafia household, yet like two different worlds. “Yo, sweet cheeks,” Jayden greeted. Jairo murmured a soft “hi” toward Isabelle, but she didn’t hear him. She was too distracted by Jayden.

Zoe assured us as we headed inside. “Papa? Mama? We’re here.” Zoe called out, confidently walking inside. “ZOE!!” Two tiny voices squealed as a blur of pink and purple launched at our mate’s legs. Zoe laughed and broached down, giving the raven-haired tots hugs and kisses. The girls were balls of energy. It reminded me of being home with all of the young heirs and Sam playing at the house. The twins froze when they noticed us, tilting their heads way back to look up at us.

Mom asks, reaching behind her back to untie her apron. I nod and make my way out of the kitchen and into the living room. Marco and Matias are sitting side by side on the couch, both zeroed in on some zombie video game they’re playing as their fingers mash the buttons on the controllers. They’re eleven-year-old twins, little carbon copies of one another in so many ways and completely inseparable. I march up to the couch, leaning over it to reach for the big gaming headphones on Marco’s head and tugging them down.

I looked at them with much love in my eyes, and spoke as calmly as I could. “ You want us to live with you?” Tempest spoke. “ Can we stay together?” The twins grabbed each other's hands, as they spoke at the same time. I wondered if the twins were connected to each other. “Yes. All of you.” The kids jumped up for joy. “ We have a home! We have a home!” They all spoke together. One of the twins jumped up and down with Tempest while the other twin raised the cross close to her chest. They were all happy. We all walked out together

I will have fun with my best friend and forget about the troubles, the lies, the deceit and betrayal. I'll just be happy. " I have to take care of you, otherwise those twins will kill me if something happens to you." Tamia said and the mere sound of their name pisses me. " Don't mention them to me. I really don't want to hear about them." I whined and the look Tamia gave me told me I am being ridiculous but can you blame me? They gave me a reason to dislike their guts. " They are your mates at the end of the day. No matter how pissed you are at them, it won't be the fact that they Love and care about you. You also can't live without them, trust me." Tamia said.

However, Alice had forgotten that she was the mother of a set of twins that belonged to a man named Antonio Earliton, who she assumed broke her heart. "Why is papi always jealous, Mamita?" Andrew asked as Alice held them both up, her round, sky-blue eyes making him even cuter; their eye colors were exactly the same and they resembled one another. "Kid, what did you just say? This lowlife has no right to make me jealous."His reply struck a deep chord with Mira, asking why he would refer to her as a lowlife.

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

“Interesting, indeed.” “What is it?” Eliza asks, jerking up from her restful position on the couch. He grins at her, then looks over at me with a twinkle in his blue eyes. “Congratulations, Lev. You’re going to be a father of… twins!” I had only joked about putting another baby inside her. I know it isn’t possible but what are the fucking odds? I laugh. “Seriously?” He nods. “Yes, there are two distinct heartbeats. Eliza is having twins.”

She knew that these two children would not be willing if their 'mommy' was dating another man "Mommy's having dinner out. I thought it wouldn't hurt for us to eat out too. We just happened to meet." Mike defended his father and himself. "Liar!" Fay sneered at the little boy. Callie giggled at the sight. It was a perfect combination. A pair of cute twins, a reckless mom, and a great dad who was as cold as an iceberg. "I think this father and son are jealous," Callie teased. "Don't talk nonsense!" Fay snapped fiercely. "They're a meddling father-kids duo."

“Hazards of dating a co-worker, I guess. You break up with her, she’s gotta go.” “I’d hardly say we were dating,” Sam argued, sweeping his shaggy dark bangs out of his eye. The brothers looked very similar—same build, same dark hair, but Sam was slightly shorter, a little broader in the shoulders, and his eyes were a jade green while Beaus were the same shade that their mother’s had been. “True. That’s hardly what I’d call it either, but I was trying to be polite, I guess.” Sam gestured with his arms wide. “For whose benefit?”