Rottmnt Disaster Twins Novels & Stories

Even the idea of having to talk to someone would make me freak out. But from the moment I met the twins, things have been different. The thought of talking to them never scared me. The idea of seeing them never made me nervous or feel like I was about to have a panic attack. In fact, I would become happy. I would get those stupid fucking butterflies in my stomach. I would smile. I would get excited. Despite the fact that I know that they are very dangerous criminals, capable of very dangerous things. Despite the fact that they even made it obvious from the very beginning that they weren’t capable of being romantic gentlemen.

This is not just a coincidence. She said in her thoughts. The ghost riders were probably real. This was no mere coincidence. The last time she had been here in morningstar bar was the night the awful thing happened between her and Aspen Mckinney. No! It can't be called awful anymore. The result of the accident were those little angels that were probably watching the television, playing, or sleeping at home right now. Those twins had to be the best thing that had happened in her life. They were her only true comfort. No fear of betrayal. No fear of heartbreak. They were indeed angels.

I said and just then I heard some voices shouting, it sounded like Rufus then Jasmines followed. "I have to go, it seems the twins are up to no good." "You better go, those kids need a bridle on before they cause havoc in this town." Martins replied, and I couldn't agree more with what he said." *********** I was shocked when I reached our table. The twins were having words with Zara. They had thrown the remaining food and drinks on the floor, shocking Zara who looked dumbfounded and close to tears. "What's happening here," I shouted at them and they both drew back in shock and looked away

They were going to watch the chief mess up the courtroom floor and they weren't going to do anything about it. “I came here with one thing in mind, brothers. As I can trust, y'all have all seen the news. And I can tell none of you like what you've seen. That's how gruesome it is. Destruction of buildings, destruction of schools, of government properties. It is an eyesore, truly.” Swallowing, I knew that I was going to impose myself on what was going on in the courtroom, with or without my brother's permission. The fact that he was standing next to my twin, Orion, was even more upsetting.

“She was further along in her pregnancy than you thought. She wasn’t carrying one child.” Luca froze, his heart lurching. “What are you saying?” “She was carrying twins.” The corridor spun around him. He staggered back a step, his hand gripping the wall. Twins. Two lives. His Emilia carrying two pieces of them. The doctor’s voice cut through the haze like a blade. “One of the fetuses… didn’t survive the trauma from the fall.” Luca’s throat closed. His chest heaved, but no sound came out. “I’m sorry,” the doctor said quietly. “But there is one still alive. For now.”

Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore. …… Ever since I was little, my grandma always told me, "There’s no one better than a mother." But I always felt like she was lying to me. When I was eight, my mom took forever to come pick me up. When we finally got home, I saw her comforting Gwen Lincoln, my twin sister. We looked almost identical, except I had an extra mole beneath my left eye. "Mom, who is she?" "She’s Kate, your sister from the countryside." Their dissatisfied questioning and cold response left me with a sense of unease.

The craziest thing about the twins was that they could understand words literally. While Ragnar was the calmer one out of the two he was an absolute menace when his mother was never around and extremely petty too. He made it a point of duty to either ignore Eros, vomit on anyone he could or just set them on fire. Their babysitters always ended up quitting and the couple was advised to raise them at this early stage, they were developing rapidly, too rapidly.

I walked home in a daze, my mind unable to process everything that had happened. My phone buzzed. Lucas. "Picking you up in 20 minutes. Wear something pretty." I was wearing Logan's shirt and smelling like him, and about to have dinner with his twin. My wolf was purring for the first time in my life. Everything was about to explode.

Three days apart—Ysabel Eldridge must have been dying to see him. Sure enough, Scott didn't even take the car—he ran straight to the building three blocks behind ours. I took a breath and noted the floor where the elevator stopped, a cold smile spreading across my face. 'No wonder I never noticed anything—turns out the two of them were right under my nose. Scott Camden, you really thought this through.' Pulling out my phone, I sent off a message and went home to start packing. The house was full of baby items—two of everything. Looking closely, I finally noticed something strange. Though they were meant to be identical, the quality wasn't the same at all. Even the twin strollers had differen