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He just lay down on my lap while watching while Athena was also next to her father. I fell asleep. I didn't realize that Hades was no longer by my side. Only then did I realize that I was now on the sofa right next to Zelo. He was still watching the television while stroking my hair. I slowly adjusted my seat and looked around. The two children were gone so I immediately turned to Zelo. "Where's the twins?" I asked with confusion. "They already fell asleep," he said so I slowly nodded. He was just watching me while I was fixing myself. I also met his eyes now.

“Therapists everywhere take notes. ‘Aggressive melon therapy, noted.’” We stood there for a moment, listening to the wind shift through the trees. Somewhere in the distance, an owl hooted. Then another owl responded. Then a third owl said something that sounded suspiciously like it was laughing. Rain narrowed his eyes toward the woods. “Okay. Those better be actual owls this time.” Everything was fine. I wished I could pretend everything was fine. Or accept the fact that nothing was wrong for the time being. The strange rift hadn’t appeared again, though I was convinced this was Solen trying to get them to come to him. Why? Well, no one had managed to figure that out yet. That was the questi

​But they would be Free. ​"The twins didn't want us to choose between Earth and Stars," Kael whispered, a bloody smile on his lips. "They wanted us to have the power to Silence the fight." ​On the horizon, a massive, deep-space signal began to thrum. The Sterling Dyson-Siren had felt the breach of the Twin-Cache. It wasn't sending drones anymore. ​The High-Board was coming in person.

Rena's POV I felt tired but I also felt like walking to the ends of the earth. My heart swelled with joy, making me numb to my weakness. All through the ride back from the Twilight Pack, June explained a lot of things to me. She told me how we were attacked five years ago when we tried to escape from the Moonlight Pack. She explained how we ended up in the Twilight Pack, how I had my pups, and how we had lived for the past five years.

The healer looked at me with pity in her eyes. “I’m sorry… your twin pups didn’t make it.” And just like that, everything shattered.

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

She flooded my inbox and repeatedly called me. On the phone, she screamed like a madwoman, demanding that I take down the posts immediately. But as soon as I hung up, I spent money to boost the post and hired bots to make sure it soared straight to the top of the trending charts. … Later, Adeline and I met Rowan and Elliot one last time at the cafe where we had first crossed paths. They said that this would be our final meeting and that they had already signed the divorce papers. So, Adeline and I agreed.

Mildred looked at the name of the book and she smiled so eerily. " I can see that, " she smiled again, " I'll take you to the book and you can knock yourself out ". She took me to the olden book shelves. And then brought out the book I had requested.. "Wow! This is a huge book ". I complained but not entirely... " Yeah! It's history about the first twin sisters, what did you expect?". She smiled, and then continued, " But if you don't want to read the book the story's and pictures are online to read ". She opened the computer and then logged into the library website...

My heart was wild, alive, free. The path back seemed shorter than before, though it twisted between jagged rocks and tall grass but I leapt across rocks and trees as if it was nothing. The morning light spilled through the clouds, soft and golden. I could see tiny details now, the veins in leaves, the shimmer of dew on spiderwebs. Every sound carried clear: the chirp of distant birds, the rustle of pine needles, the steady rhythm of my own breathing. The air tasted sweet. I could still sense the twins somewhere inside, their energy bright, steady, intertwined like twin flames. They were planning something, I could feel it. A storm gathering quietly in the distance.

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.