Perfect Twelve Novels & Stories

It was the last ten seconds of the game, and I was still dribbling the ball when I remember to check what she had written on my palm earlier. 'Philippians 4:13' I looked up and smiled before I threw the ball as I read one of the Bible verses I used to hold on to every time I was playing. "Congrats, bro." Martin laid his hand for a handshake after the awarding. Since most of them were juniors, they were so humble and kind compared to the Engineering department we fought against last year. Orion talked to him for a moment as I was looking at Astrid in the ocean of the crowd that was still sitting and discussing things that happened during the game.

“I don’t know. But I don’t for one minute believe you’ve spent all this time pining away for me. You probably only brought up flag football because you don’t have any memories of me that aren’t related to my father being the football coach.” “Thanksgiving Day,” he said quickly. “ You were fifteen, I was eighteen. You were dressed in jeans and a purple T-shirt. You’d borrow my baseball cup and you wore your hair in a ponytail hanging out the back. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I spent the whole damn day chasing after you.“

His touch was soft, yet it remained setting off something she couldn’t quite ignore. “You want freedom,” he replied, his voice lower. “From her shadow. From the part of you that wonders if you’re more like her than you want to admit.” Ava pulled her hand back. “Don’t psychoanalyze me.” He laughed, the sound deep and low. “It’s not psychoanalyzing. It’s recognizing someone who’s just as stubborn as I am.” They worked late into the night, piecing together the maze of agreements and betrayals that related Evelyn Sinclair to Roman’s past. Ava couldn’t refute his insight, but she kept her guard up, refusing to allow his appeal distract her from the task at hand.

But unfortunately, that wasn't the case. I had known that Zion had a twin since we started dating, but I had never actually met him until that day when I accidentally bumped into him on the road. Zion used to talk about how Aiden was the "evil" version of him, but now that I had gotten to know Aiden, I could confidently say that Zion had lied. Aiden was everything I had thought Zion was, and Zion had been the one pretending to be someone he wasn't.

You'll belong to me for the rest of your life! Tracie's body jolted, the shock cutting through the haze in her mind. Looking at the cold, calculating gleam in his eyes, she remembered his unusual kindness lately and realized with horror that she'd walked straight into a trap. Her voice trembled as she struggled. "Did you drug the wine? Elton, you bastard! Let me go!" "Let you go?" Elton tightened his grip with such strength that it made her bones ache. "Once the baby's here, you'll realize who truly treats you well! Jonas is just a coward who's never good enough for you!"

Malachi laughed. Zane was unaware of the subtle manipulation taking place and found himself unwittingly ensnared in the web of one of the members of the Twelve, a cunning individual named Malachi. This particular member possessed the power of manipulation, capable of weaving intricate illusions and exploiting the vulnerabilities of others. Under Malachi's influence, Zane's thoughts became clouded, and his perceptions skewed. The once harmonious chorus of voices in his mind became distorted, with Malachi's insidious whispers drowning out the rest. The malicious member of the Twelve exploited Zane's desire for understanding and used it as a conduit to infiltrate his consciousness so he can use

The satellite phone in her hand pulsed with a rhythmic, golden light—the same hue as the high-level encryption codes used by the Original Twelve. "The Thirteenth Seat?" Xander’s voice was low, a jagged rasp that still carried the vibration of the Sovereign code. He stepped out of the water, his hand never leaving mine. "My father spoke of the Twelve as the limit. A perfect circle of greed. There was never a mention of a thirteenth."

However, right at that moment, the phone in my purse rang at the worst possible time. "My phone..." I let out a soft groan and looked at Leonard pleadingly, but he was too caught up in the moment. He just kept pushing into me without slowing down. "What's wrong? Am I not enough to keep your focus?" As if to punish me for getting distracted, Leonard drove into me with a few deep, powerful thrusts that left me breathless. "No… That's not it..." I was kneeling on the couch, gasping for air, as I kept meeting Leonard's rough movements. The pleasure reached its peak.

Rosella's POV. The silver cufflink gleamed innocently in Leo’s fingers, but to me it felt like a live grenade. My heart slammed against my ribs as I stood frozen in the living room, forcing my face into a mask of mild curiosity while every nerve screamed. Damien’s cufflink. The one that must have fallen during that frantic escape the night before. Leo turned it over slowly, his expression calm, almost thoughtful, as if he were examining a minor puzzle rather than a crack in the foundation of our life.

After buying so many things, they go to the counter to pay, as usual, Chimamanda and Chidinma split the bills and pay with their different master debit cards. As soon as Chimamanda brought out her card to pay after Chidinma already paid, they heard a noise coming from the door. Chimamanda turned to see what it was, she found out a group of people was approaching with a hot guy leading the team. 6"4 tall homosapien, with a handsome, attractive face, a beautiful pair of eyes which are black like charcoal, well-defined and broad Chiselled Jawline and shoulders, his lips pink, his skin glittering with freshness, his six packs was visible from his T-shirt, his biceps and triceps bulging out beaut