Stoke Twins Novels & Stories

Fuck. Of course that isn't what happened. The twins enemies did not fucking do this. They did. They got bored of me. They fell out of love with me. Or maybe they realized that they never loved me. They just wanted to fuck me. I was the shiny, new, never before used toy and they wanted someone to have fun and use and that is what I was for them. That shiny, new, never before used toy. That someone they could have fun with. I am such a fucking stupid idiot.

she added, causing me to release Ana at Xenno's words. Then I told her that I had planned all of this, but the twins were frowning because they wanted to close the deal. So I told them that I needed their services as business partners, causing them to stand up and give me the documents to sign. The twins were overjoyed because it was their first time closing a deal, so I invited them to visit beautiful places in Italy.

They didn't know much about thier past; only a note saying ' Please keep my twins together I am unable to care for them, Thier names are Penny and Jabob' The local news named them the Massey Twins. The names stuck. When no one came forward to claim the twins they ended up moving from one foster home to another. They never stayed long in each home. They were not bad kids, they kept mostly quiet and mostly to themselves. Penny was born unable to speak, but this was not discovered untill she was nearly ten years olf. Most of the foster parents assumed Jacob spoke up for Penny and let it be. At the age of three the twins had already been in three differnt homes. on the fouth home they were place

Maeve scoffed at Kashton. Kashton shook his head, feeling disgust for the woman in front of him to build up slowly. "I don't know what you're talking about, Maeve. Stacy has been taking care of the twins for a long time. She's the only reason both of them are alive right now!" Kashton barked at Maeve. Even as he said those words, he had no idea if he really believed them. It was true that he was thankful to Stacy because she took care of the twins and kept them safe.

"The babies are healthy by the way." "The…." The word didn't come out right. I tried again. "What?" Chloe reached over and very carefully pulled the edge of my hospital gown to the side. I looked down. The swell was real. My ears were ringing. The oath. The coven oath. Whatever you give birth to belongs to Volkron. Whatever you give birth to.. "Twins," "Both healthy. The doctors are baffled because apparently your…… and I am quoting here… ‘cellular regeneration is unlike anything they've seen in medical history’ which, yes, I know, but I've been smiling and nodding for four months now."

Two weeks later. For fourteen days, the twins had floated in their incubators, growing stronger by the hour. The boy had gained four ounces and learned to feed without the tube. The girl was smaller but fiercer, tiny fists always clenched, miniature brow furrowed as if preparing for a fight. The NICU nurses called them the Miracles. Twenty-nine-week twins with no major complications, no brain bleeds, no infections. It was almost unheard of. But their mother had survived a crash that should have killed her, so perhaps stubbornness ran in the family.

The kind that bounced off the stone walls and made my skin itch. Oh no. They were those kinds of people. “This is actually the first time we’ve seen them like this,” the second twin said, eyes sparkling with what looked suspiciously like excitement. “So… worked up over a woman.” “Worked up?” I repeated flatly. “Is that what we’re calling kidnapping, electrocuting, and obsessive hovering now? Adorable. I’ll be sure to embroider it on a pillow.” The first twin finished checking my vitals and straightened, hands on her hips.

I burst out laughing too coz the look on the twins’ faces was priceless. “MOM !!!!” they screamed in horror. “We will drown her in chloroform if she tries to even enter our sacred abode !!!!” they chimed together. Did I mention the twins were not only trained warriors but were studying medicine to become specialized surgeons too ? No ? Well they were and I could tell that they would really jab shots of anaesthesia into their dear sister and flee off away from her. Haha.

Looking down, she saw red blood gradually soaking her skirt. Two hours later, due to the unstable condition of the fetuses, her twins arrived early in this world at a worn-down suburban hospital.

However, Alice had forgotten that she was the mother of a set of twins that belonged to a man named Antonio Earliton, who she assumed broke her heart. "Why is papi always jealous, Mamita?" Andrew asked as Alice held them both up, her round, sky-blue eyes making him even cuter; their eye colors were exactly the same and they resembled one another. "Kid, what did you just say? This lowlife has no right to make me jealous."His reply struck a deep chord with Mira, asking why he would refer to her as a lowlife.