روايات وقصص ضمن Tied Up In Twins

I don't know if my luck is with me today or tomorrow. I know the twins won't let me go this time. I will be their last option and they'll be mine. I felt excited by the prospect.

"Fine, I'll behave, but let me hold you while we sleep. Please... I promise I won't do anything." My body stiffened. I knew struggling would only provoke a stronger reaction, so I warned him sternly, "If you try anything, I'm done with you." He gradually fell asleep. Meanwhile, I stared at the frantic comments still scrolling in front of me, finally piecing together the truth of this absurd world. I was living inside a melodramatic novel named 'Twin CEOs: Double the Danger'. The male lead of the novel was my husband, Trevor, who was still overseas handling a crisis.

“The other girls aren’t concerned about that.” “Well, I’m not like most other girls.” “You’re not?” He scoffed. “I’d say you are. Ordinary lips…” His hands moved gently over my lips. “An empty gaze…” His fingers brushed my hair back. “A neck…” Immediately, I pushed his hands away. “What’s that?” he asked. “A knot.” “A knot?” He raised a brow. “To show how twisted you are?” He laughed softly. I pushed him back. “To show how strong I am.”

In the distance, the lapping waves sounded like a melody dancing along the shoreline. I clutched my handbag in one hand, my shoes tapping gently on the cobbled path leading to my house. The house stood majestically with large windows overlooking the ocean—my sanctuary of quiet and peace. As soon as I opened the front door, shrill laughter greeted me, flowing from the living room. The clinking of plastic toys was followed by the sound of little feet running around. Before I saw them, a scene came to mind—the twins, cheerful and full of energy, like waves that never stop rolling.

Whatever was happening, it was clear that we were pawns in a much larger game. I realized we really needed to get Kris. His twin needed to be here for this. They were so connected at times, it was uncanny, and yet other times they seemed completely independent. It was jarring, like watching two halves of a whole function both together and apart. I’d never seen twins who weren’t almost glued to one another, especially in crises like this.

‘Lu, I need you,’ I called out. I could feel him tug on the twin-bond to follow it to me. Twins were connected through a bond, similar to the mate-bond, but it was simply just a tether. We could feel each other’s emotions if they were extremely strong, but that was about it. The tether helped guide us to each other.

I can almost hear the gears in her hear spinning as we all listen. “And then there are the Star Twins - one, bound to earth, the other, living for centuries in the celestial realm. Now reunited.” “Plus there’s the whole thing about me needing a mate to prompt my first shift,” I say. “It’s all about pairs. About connecting two halves of a whole.”

"Whatever lies ahead, I'm ready to face it. And thank you, Sarah, for being part of this journey." The interconnected lives of Ares, Valerie, Tina, and Sarah had navigated through corporate battles, legal victories, and personal triumphs. The twins, nestled in the heart of this complex tapestry, signified the strength of the human spirit. As they looked forward to what lay beyond, the threads of fate seemed to weave a narrative of hope and promise. The twins, growing with each passing day, embodied the beauty that could emerge from the most unexpected chapters of life.

THE TWINS (THIRD-PERSON POV) The air was heavy with the sound of angry and pained growls. Lying on the cold concrete floor of the basement were the Blackwood twins writhing in pure agony. Chains suspended their wrists and ankles to the impenetrable stone walls surrounding the basement. This room was created solely for one purpose—to contain the curse when it starts acting up. They tugged on the chains, but they wouldn't snap. No matter how much strength they used to pull the chains, they would never come undone.

She went on pulling and pulling her husband’s sleeve. “This is absolutely unbelievable… This is remarkably nonsense…” sighed Mr. Apollo massaging his forehead and shaking his head repeatedly. “Some sets of twins really possess their inexplicable, undescribed, queer as well as mysterious bonds, Mr. Apollo, Mrs. Columba. We’ve ever handled the births of twins here in this hospital for quite a couple of times. Some sets of twins are really inseparable. If we really try to separate them too far and too long, they can get sick. Weird, strange, illogical, irrational, but that indeed ever happened…” said another female middle-aged doctor.