The Twin Who Took It All Novels & Stories

The twin advanced, eyes feral, but something changed her face flickered, Pain, Conflict, Memory. “Don’t make me fight you too,” she whispered, her voice cracking. She extended one trembling hand toward the blade, to me,to him. I stood, wounded but upright. I reached for Thermon’s clawed hand for balance. John and Sarah rallied behind me. My body trembled, energy crackled in the air,the twin’s power surged. She whispered again: “You were never mine, But you will set me free.” In that moment, I understood. The twin was not just a rival. She was the missing half of my soul. The original fragment I never met. She existed in the shadows. She was the other path. The one I refused.

“The twins.” My entire body went cold. “No,” Sam said immediately. “Not happening.” My uncle shrugged. “Then everyone here dies.” My father stepped forward. “Take me instead.” “No.” Victor said, “Take me.” “No.” Sam said, “Take the company.” My uncle shook his head slowly. “You’re all missing the point.” His eyes returned to me. “The twins are the future.” I felt tears sliding down my face. “Please…” My voice trembled. “They’re innocent.”

The woman’s voice trembled slightly for the first time. “You weren’t the only child.” The world seemed to still. Aruna turned slowly. “What does that mean?” Adrian’s expression finally changed. Subtle. Tight. The woman swallowed. “You had a twin.” Silence crashed down. Dante’s grip tightened on his weapon. Aruna felt her pulse disappear entirely. “A twin?” she whispered. “Born minutes after you,” the woman said. “Taken immediately.” “Taken where?” Aruna demanded. No one answered.

He laughed, laughed so maniacally I thought he must be joking. “Kill the twins,” he said, “and if you’re still alive… I’ll think about it.” Then the line went dead. I stared at my phone, thinking about the impossible job looming over my head. “Fuck you, Darnell,” I whispered, shaking with anger and frustration. I was about to turn away when movement caught my eye. A sleek black car rolled to a stop beside the abandoned building. The driver stepped down and opened doors, just as the twins stepped out— dark, elegant, expressionless.

The twins are in the entrance, they saw me arrive through the window, they ran, they rushed, they are there, in front of me, with their shining eyes, their smiles that light up their faces, their hands waving, their feet tapping, their hearts beating, beating for me, for their mother, for the one who left this morning and who is coming back, who is coming back as she left, but not quite, not completely, not really, because she has changed, because she has met her mother, because she has found her mother again, because she has loved her mother, because she has been loved by her mother, for the first time, for the first time in her life, for the first time in twenty-four years, since she was b

His fingers hooked into the waistband of my jeans and panties together. "These are in the way", He stated, his voice rough. In a brutal motion, he pulled both jeans and lace down my legs and off, tossing them aside without a glance and carried me carefully unto the bed. I lay completely bare before him, exposed to the dim light. A flush of heat and vulnerability swept up over me and I could feel my face flush. This was the first time I was completely nude before a man....not just any man......THE ALPHA. *Oh God.*

CHAPTER ONE “I need you to pretend to be me.” The words hit me harder than the rain splattering against my kitchen window. I gaped at the woman before me. A woman I hadn't seen in eleven years. My exact replica. My twin sister. Except Arla Morrison looked nothing like the girl who had disappeared before sunrise, the morning of our eighteenth birthday with stolen cash and broken promises. She looked expensive now. Untouchable. Dressed in a cream cashmere that could pay my rent for five years, diamonds whose price certainly cost a kidney glittered against perfectly manicured finger, while my lights flickered like they were seconds away from dying.

Alive. "I have him." Silence. I turned toward Soren. Right. Frozen. "Fuck." I reached specifically for her. Her thread was bright and familiar now. Move. Soren gasped. Her body jerked forward. She grabbed the desk. "What the fuck?" "A twin was taken." Her eyes widened. "Who?" "I don't know." Footsteps thundered upstairs. One set. Only one. Ronan. Of course. The paired sovereign bond had protected him again. He came through the doorway so hard it slammed against the wall.

How could the twin take the attacks that threatened to force her sanity to unravel? "Please. I beg of you. Let me come." The twin said in voice that was already lost in the depths of depravity. She would do anything the man asked of her in the point of weakness. Her gaze was pointed southwards while she connected to the eyes of her abductor who had already known all sweet points in her body. "Eat her." The man commanded to the twin. It was a welcome change that was rapidly accepted with a nod by her. She was far long gone to reject anything offered at her. Her flesh was flushed by the penetrating stimulation she went through, a beautiful shade of a woman in the heat of battle.

Mia agreed with a smile. Beau brushed her hair back over her shoulder and kissed her again, and Mia knew she’d made the best decision of her life, choosing Mr. Whitaker, the younger twin. She would never have to submit to Sam Whitaker again, and in Beau, she’d find everything she could possibly need.