The Twin Thieves Novels & Stories

“I want to know where she goes. Every step.” So when Isadora snuck out of the house later that night, Marco was ready. He had already instructed the perimeter guards earlier in the day — “If her twin comes through, let her pass. No questions.” They had earlier been told how to differentiate the two of them, without her knowledge. He watched from the shadows as she slipped past them, dark coat wrapped tight, scarf covering the lower half of her face. She played the part of her twin flawlessly — posture, gait. The guards didn’t even flinch.

My heart is aching everytime I see that my twin is having a hard time. “Take care of my twin for me,” she said to my secretary before leaving my office. I looked at the invitation again and opened it up. “Theodore Williams,” I read aloud. I wonder how huge his clan that my parents chose him for my twin. “Do you think you can attend the wedding?” My secretary asked. “I mean, the Mafia world doesn't know that Ms. Bria has a twin sister,” she added with a lot of concerns. I chuckled as I realized it. My twin still invited me when she knows that well. It was me who asked my clan to hide it to the world they have.

No doubt paying off any law enforcement, and any packs nearby so they’d look the other way. “Those poor females,” I say, as I look at what he’s holding. I find some dates that match around when the twins would have been born. Sure enough “Heather Wilkins, ruined with twins.” No father listed but none seem to have that. While I guess it’s a silver lining that they didn’t just kill the babies after they were born, this also means there’s a ton of babies out there that’ll never know their real mothers. “We’ll put together a group to follow up on these. Try to see if any babies can be tracked down,” Rafe says, as if reading my mind. Three of the women from the brothel went on with the Barclay wa

"Do not hit Mama! That is our money! Uncle Marco tore our tickets so we could not leave! He is bad. He is a bad man!" Giovanni stepped closer slowly with an ugly smile. "Rina, be good," he said softly. "Stay and serve Katrina. I will pretend none of this happened." His hand reached toward my hair. "Otherwise, I do not mind letting you and Natalia experience—" I shut my eyes. Was this happening again? Heavy, disciplined footsteps echoed from the mouth of the alley. Engines idled, and car doors opened. A calm, lethal voice cut through the chaos and asked, "Who dares mistreat Giovanni's widow?"

At eight ‘o’clock in the evening, the twin brothers had just returned home when they saw a dark looking man standing on their porch, right in front of their house. They were startled and were about to scream when they heard the man speak. "You are with Cain Dodger only for his money but believe me when I tell you he’s going to destroy the both of you. I have a way to help you, so that you not only don't have to endure that fucking criminal, but you can also get good compensation." As Bryan had observed clearly in the dark, he noticed that when the twins were hugged by Cain, their expressions were very disgusted and repulsive.

I added, closing the subject then turned back to my tablet, the cool glass smooth under my red nails. "They're the Thorne brothers?" Felix said. His fingers moved fast on his own screen. "Wow!! He has a brother." I smiled softly, intrigued but no warmth touched my face. Just a spark of interest on my next target stirred inside me. "An identical twin brother," he said. He did not smile back, his voice sounding as if it's a problem. I looked at him harder, searching his face. Something in his eyes made my skin prickle. "Damien Thorne and Xander Thorne," he went on. "It says here that they're known for their notorious and ruthless nature. They are very discreet in their business deals and..." H

He looked like someone who'd made a decision and was following through before he could change his mind. "We need to talk," he said. "About?" "About what you know. What you think you know. And what happens next." I set down the papers. "I'm listening." He closed the door. Stayed standing. "You've figured it out. Or most of it. There are two of us. Nico and Eli. Twins. Raised as one person since we were twelve." "I know." "How long have you known?" "Officially? A few days. Suspected? Longer."

“They’ll remember where our lines were. Who we defended. Who we didn’t.” My stomach knotted. “So they might already be inclined to see me as a stolen asset,” I said. “Or as leverage. Or as some kind of… prize.” Rowan gave me a look that was half sympathy, half grim humor. “To some people, being wanted is the prize,” he said. “To others, it’s another kind of collar.” I exhaled shakily. “In Nightveil’s songs,” Theron said, “the twins are always painted as heroes. Strong. Clever. Blessed by the Moon. In our reports, they’re something more complicated.”

“They never appear at the same place at the same time. I once threatened one of them with a knife to his throat just so the other would appear but it didn’t work, even when I shot him in the arm. Strangely, he appeared the next door without taking a break to nurse his bullet wound. I knew it was the other twin but they kind of outsmarted us along the way and we can’t tell the difference,” Casper sighed in frustration. Caddaric could not believe it, asking, “Did you not threaten to not pay one of them?” Casper chuckled and replied,

The twins needed no words, and as if sharing one mind, they split left and right and rocketed toward him. Asher shouted a warning, "Mr. Lloyd, be careful! Those two are the Twin Demons of the Night from Mirelan." One of the twins sneered and said, "The Cavendish royal family actually knows our names… Not bad. But knowing who we are won't save them from being wiped off the map." Asher cursed loudly, yet his own opponent quickly suppressed him, forcing him to dodge again and again in a desperate struggle. The twins turned their attention to Andrew, and one of them called out, smirking. "We don't waste our time on nobodies. Brat, give us your name before we finish this."