Ouran Highschool Host Club The Twins นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I quickly walked to the stairs. "You asshole!" Joan screamed. "Hey hey twins!" The twins are 14 years old now but they're 2 balls of disaster. Sometimes they fight, sometimes they love each other m, sometimes they bullied Axel together and sometimes they got scolded by Axel.. how colorful. "What happen here?" I saw the twins currently wrestling. "Joel.. don't pull your sister's hair." I quickly picked Joan up to safe her from Joel's wrath. "What happen here?" I asked again and they both turned silent.

I delivered my warning before walking away with every intention to leave the crazy woman alone before she infects me with her rabies. " You will never qualify to be the twins' mate. I will always remain their wife and true mate." The lady said, making me halt in my steps. I thought that I heard it wrong or perhaps my ears were playing tricks on me. Walking back to her, I lifted her from the ground roughly. " What did you just say?" I needed to confirm if I heard the right thing. I watched as the woman smiled mockingly at me. " You heard me right. The twins are my husbands. We have been married for years so don't think that being their mate makes you their wife. I am their first love and nobo

The prophecy’s weight pressed down—the twins were not just her children. They were a force that could reshape the world, and the choice to wield that power would soon be theirs. The night stretched long, but the question lingered: could their bond hold, or would it tear everything apart? Elena held the twins close as the aftershocks of their power rippled through the camp. Around them, the warriors exchanged uneasy glances, some faces pale with awe, others shadowed with fear. “It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen,” whispered one of the older Moonborn warriors. “Two souls, perfectly in sync—and yet, utterly unpredictable.”

CHAPTER ONE “I need you to pretend to be me.” The words hit me harder than the rain splattering against my kitchen window. I gaped at the woman before me. A woman I hadn't seen in eleven years. My exact replica. My twin sister. Except Arla Morrison looked nothing like the girl who had disappeared before sunrise, the morning of our eighteenth birthday with stolen cash and broken promises. She looked expensive now. Untouchable. Dressed in a cream cashmere that could pay my rent for five years, diamonds whose price certainly cost a kidney glittered against perfectly manicured finger, while my lights flickered like they were seconds away from dying.

Quickly, she snatched it from the person and ran. Furtively, she tossed it to Thelma. Some guys ran after her thinking she was with the phone and some others ran after Thelma thinking she was the girl they were chasing. After running in circles, the twin appeared in front of them and asked, "Looking for this?" They tossed the phone to one of them and said "Never mess with us". "Twin?" a blonde young man appeared. His crystal blue eyes gleamed as he made his way to Thelma. He smirked at her and stretched his hand. "Hi, I'm Oscar and you are?"

The twins birthday was fast approaching already, it was just a few days more to June which would be their month so Stella has decided to take them back to Switzerland once it's June, they'll hold a small party for them with just a few guests who are Hannah, Jace, Brenna and herself. Stella doesn't like too much drama so just those three people would be okay for her, since her kids haven't started school yet so they have no friends that could share their birthday experience with them.

Witnessing him in this state made my heart ache, but I had to push those feelings aside. I searched the room, driven by an impulse I couldn't express. Something was urging me to be here, something significant. Then I discovered it. Hidden beneath a loose floorboard lay an ancient leather-bound journal. My mother’s writing was scribbled on the cover. I opened it quickly, my heart racing. The pages contained accounts of her experiences, her challenges as Luna, and... I gasped as I reached the last pages. The twins hold the secret. One will ascend, one will decline. United, they will either forge the future of our species or annihilate it.

The boy looked at Xavier and explained, “Because he looks at us with anger and hate. He’s so mean. No one else on this cruise dislikes us. They laugh at our jokes and pranks, but he acts like we’re annoying.” Xavier shot the twins a look of frustration and irritation, choosing not to engage further. Leila sighed deeply and said, “That’s no excuse for such reckless behavior. Apologize to Mr. Xavier, now.” The twins exchanged glances but remained silent, their stubbornness evident. Leila, seeing their serious faces, handed the phone back to Xavier. “Here. Delete whatever they took. I’m really sorry about this. I’ll handle them.” Xavier nodded and quickly began scrolling through the photos. His

“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.

After learning of my death, Orion confronted Gwen, asking, "Why did you push her into the basement?" "You all bullied me! She’s dead, so why is everyone blaming me? "I hated seeing her. She never should have come back." Orion was beginning to piece things together. He asked, "Back then, when you said her character was terrible. Was that all a lie?" Gwen wiped the tears from her face. "That’s exactly who she was! She got assaulted when she was seven. She deserved it. "She was filthy." Her cruel words kept coming without hesitation. Orion closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were bloodshot.