Russo Twins Novels & Stories

Russo said. "Are you waiting for me to decide?" Master Javen asked amusedly. Everyone quiet. "I want to change some situation here because the twins are growing. It would be confusing for them. Your work will still be the same as for Mama to earn income and for Russo. You can get married, your choice if you want to go register for marriage or what? I want you legal, so as soon as possible do that." the master exclaimed.

they both greeted. "Hi," I answered. The Twins had different skin colors, Ryan was white while Stacy was black making them look different. How are they even twins when they are not alike? "We are not related," Stacy must have caught me staring at them. "people called us the Amazing twins because of our works. " "Oh, okay." My eyes went over to their work and I stared in awe at their amazing work. "This is an aquatic art installation," Ryan explained and pointed into what seemed to be a pool. "The bottom is dry but the surface has water."

Whatever! “I’m fine; stop fucking with your sister. I’m not there; if she takes one of you out, there ain’t shit I can do about it.” The little shit laughed. “So she called you before we could, huh? Did she tell you why we ate her nasty pizza?” Oh crap. “No, tell me. “She told the twins that we like them.” That twitch in my jaw started going haywire. I hope he wasn’t talking about who the hell I think he was. “Which twins?” “The Russo girls.” Fuck me!

Where Alex’s celebration had been full of wild color and contagious mischief, this one was both dazzling and calm—much like the twins themselves. Ruby and Tyler. Born just minutes apart, yet as different as dusk and dawn, the twins had already proven themselves to be beautifully contradictory. Ruby was bold and curious, with a laugh that could charm even the hardest-hearted warrior. Tyler, quieter and watchful, always seemed to be studying the world, soaking in everything before acting with startling precision. They complemented each other perfectly. Where one wandered, the other followed. Where one cried, the other soothed. And today, they were one.

I asked, hoping the restrained formality would change the awkwardness. “Yes, darling! Just us. Dmitri and Ivan. They’re twins, you know! They manage everything, Leo, they’re utterly ruthless in business, but such magnetic, sophisticated young men. Arthur says they are both the most revered and feared men in Manhattan right now. You’ve probably seen their portraits everywhere.” Twins. Feared. Revered. Volkov. The words registered, but they remained unknown, belonging to a world of finance and power that felt disconnected from my reality. I focused only on the meal, and the overwhelming pressure to perform as the quiet, respectable son.

When I stepped out of the private jet, two tough characters were waiting for me standing behind a black limousine. Their names were Pepi and Marlo but they're popularly known as the twins. That's basically because they were identical twins. They were really huge and made up of muscles and armour. If you think of the size and structure of a gorilla, you'd get what I mean. These two were two heads taller than me. I felt like an ant. They wore dark small glasses and well tailored dark suits but underneath that suit were weapons. I wouldn't be nuts in the head to mess with these guys even if I were Superman.

I turned in his arms and kissed him, long and sweet, the room spinning around us. For the first time in a long time, the spinning didn’t feel like falling. It felt like flying. --- The Final Months The twins grew quickly. We moved to Russia and stayed in Romano estate.. And trust me.. I would have fled here if I knew it was so beautiful.. Alex never told me that it was so beautiful..Like a palace... And I felt like a queen.. The estate was heavily guarded, more than back in Italy.. It was so extreme that I started to think that even air needs to inspected before entering the territory..

he told her, flashing his boy-next-door grin. I hopped up and grabbed her a bottle of water, while also grabbing the boys’ sippy cups that had juice in them. Mango was their current favorite fruit. Sasha thanked me and took a seat in the recliner. She smiled when she saw the boys. “These are our twins. Grant and Gabriel. Yes, he’s named after his uncle Gabe,” I told her. “Oh wow. I almost didn’t recognize you!” Sasha said, looking at him with widened eyes. “I could say the same. I grew muscles, but you grew in height. I remember a time when you got pissed, cursing the fact that your mother had never hit above five feet.”

They were merely brought to attend the funeral where all they saw was her casket being dropped on the floor. Then there was Alexander Russo, the twins elder brother and the heir to the Cross Sword mafia. He was, people said, a spitting image of his father, both in looks and in character. And that was true, only the twins hardly saw that part of him. Because to them he was the father they never could have, the loving elder brother who was the reason they were so spoiled.

Scratch that, if it was Cassius, he should be typing on his phone now, but he was going through my stuffs like it was the first time coming into my room. “ Aren't you the one in my room now?” I sent him a message, which he replied instantly. “ No, does he look like me?” Cassius sent another message. “ Yes, there's no much difference, other than your voice and scent.” “ Shit!” He sent, and my heart raced. “ What happened?” I asked. “ That's my twin brother, Russius Riven!” My heart almost jumped out of my mouth. Cassius had a twin brother? An identical one at that?