Rottmnt Disaster Twins Novels & Stories

The opera house lights had barely gone out before the world roared awake. Before dawn, the headlines ran like wildfire — VAUGHAN EMPIRE ROCKED BY FRAUD SCANDAL, TWISTED TWINS AND THE BILLION-DOLLAR BETRAYAL, THE FAMILY WAR THAT WON’T DIE. Vanessa’s team didn’t sleep. Neither did we. The twins were still at home with Adrian’s mother, safe behind locked gates and extra guards, but even that didn’t calm the restless ache in my chest.

James said, shaking his head. We gasped as we saw them climbing on the rails like they were just playing—no fear at all. "F*ck, Bro. Are they really just 4 years old?" James pointed at the CCTV screen showing the twins seemingly playing on top of the wall. I just shrugged and patted his shoulder. "Clear all the footage—they were caught on camera. I don’t want anyone seeing what they’re capable of. You handle this—I have to go visit Ana’s parents," I told him.

he asked me. "They got comfortable," I said. Min left me in the living room and went to the kitchen. He came back to the living room and I told him they started their display in the kitchen. "What did you feed them when they woke up?" he asked me. "I gave them two scoops of ice cream and," MIn interrupted me by asking like he was surprised. "And a slice of my overgrown scone," I winced. "Sugar rush. The twins have had enough sugar for at least a week and now we have to purge it out of their system," Min said.

A cluster of guests near the entrance had gone quiet, several phones raised at once, angled toward a television mounted above the gallery's small bar — a corner Priya kept on for the evening news, low volume, mostly ignored until now. Hannah felt Andy go still beside her before she'd even turned around. Danny and Gianna sat under studio lighting, matching earnest expressions, an interviewer leaning in with the practiced sympathy of someone building toward a harder question. The volume was too low to hear from across the room, but the chyron scrolling beneath them didn't need sound: *VAUGHN TWIN SCANDAL: "WE DIDN'T CHOOSE TO FALL IN LOVE."* "Turn it up," someone near the bar said, and Priya,

Thelma pouted and glanced at the shoe. "What's so lucky of that trash? You are a disgrace to all pretty twin in this world. Aargh! Disgusting!" Theresa sassed and pushed the glass entrance door open. They were welcomed by the piercing gaze of the employees. Do you remember that silent stare you get when you walk into a new building or school? This was how the moment was. Everyone had left what they were doing to steal a glimpse of the identical twin walking in. Thelma and Theresa had a willowy figure. Thelma had pulled her brown hair into a ponytail while Theresa let her hair down on her shoulder.

The hardness of the seat biting into my butt. Romi opened the cupboard fixed to the upper part of the white tiled walls, her fingers brushing against the brown wood as it creaked open. “I can’t believe you are having twins.” She took out some bottles of condiments and placed them on the white counter beneath the cupboard. “And two boys.” She glanced at me. “Brace yourself. They are tiny terrorists. I repeat terrorist.” George and Georgia's screams filled the house, drowning out the bubbling sound of the water boiling in the pot. I giggled as she rolled her eyes—this was the seventh time they had screamed within the last thirty minutes.

As they walked back to the car, Astrid counting her winnings one more time just to rub it in, both twins kept staring at her like they were seeing her for the first time. “So,” she said cheerfully, “what else should we bet on today? I’m on a roll.” “Absolutely not,” both of them said at the same time. “You’ve already taken years off our lives with that race,” Zade added. “But you won thirty-five thousand dollars,” she pointed out. “We’d give back every penny to not have to watch you nearly die again,” Zarek said seriously. But he was still smiling. They both were. Their little human continued to surprise them every single day, and neither of them would have it any other way.

I’d laughed hysterically afterward, head thrown back, tears streaming as I gasped, “That’s what you deserve for making me cry! Take that, you psychos!” Luckily, no one else was around to witness it just the twins. Their faces had been priceless: a mix of disgust, amusement, and that cold superiority. They’d half carried, half dragged me to the car without another word. I must have passed out on the way home. Heat flooded my face. I wanted to bury myself alive. Crawl under the covers and never come out. If anyone was there, the news would have been mind wrecking 'Ava of the Montgomery family,the untouchable goddess of Greenwich farting in front of the Caldwell twins while drunk-crying and thr

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.

“Then let us be good at staying for you.” I let out a shaky laugh though it was real and that scares me. “You two are dangerous,” I muttered. “You know that, right?” Maya grinned against my shoulder. “We learned from the best.” I rolled my eyes, but the smile wouldn’t leave my face. They stayed. We talked about stupid things, about nothing, about everything. About the wedding that never happened because I’d ruined it with evidence and truth and a little bit of murder. About how the twins had stood in front of the entire pack and declared they’d rather die alone than marry monsters.