Tito Doble P Novels & Stories

He pushed me back, away from the door that closed behind his back. Nabastala Putra, the real name of a gigolo who claims to be Aryo. More interesting, actually. However, this man who was taller than me by a few inch seemed to investigate our surroundings with an annoyed look. "Just a moment..., just a moment." My forefinger and thumb formed a small pinch in the air. Perhaps pinching the tanned circles on his chest was much more fun than starting a conversation like this. "Guest, Bro?" Another voice asked from the open door behind Aryo. Ah, I'm used to calling him that.

Then he looked at himself closely with the greatest shock of his life. Taiwo: Whaaatttt!!! Where are my legs? What is this? A tail? I'm breathing under water? What's this?? I don't understand all this. Can someone please explain to me? I don't know what I am now. I don't know what I've become but this wasn't the way I was before. Dyanga finished praying to Eywa then she faced Taiwo. Dyanga: Young Man!! How do you feel now? Taiwo: I don't know how I feel now. This isn't my self. I'm not supposed to be here.

Now let's start the second story: Double Dose [...] Amelina For a year I discovered that working as an administrative secretary is smooth and malleable, the previous year I stayed by my mother's side and took care of her until her last breath, when I set foot in Washington in search of a new future I was terrified, I didn't know how to do anything in addition to caring, I spent years of my life dedicating myself completely to my mother and asked myself if I would be good at anything other than cleaning toilets to survive.

"How are you doing?" "Oh, Moturanyo... I’m not fine at all," Gbemisola’s voice came through the line, a ragged, breathless whisper. "My health is getting so much worse. I thought it was just malaria, but... please, can you help me to the hospital? I can't do this alone."

Yes, the twins have a highly toned body with muscles visible even with their clothing but because the enemies are great in numbers, the chances of winning are almost zero. "We don't want violence," Enric says, calm and composed. "So, just please let us go." "And what makes you think we'll let you?" Sam says looking down at Enric. "Then are you fine with a little spilling of blood?" Emmanuel smirks and rolls up his sleeve, ready to fight. I was starting to get nervous when the two loan sharks started to grip on their knives. The quarterbacks were cracking their necks and knuckles too. Ready to throw punches at any second.

"Hope I am not signing my death warrant because this is getting crazy!!, oh take off the thought girl. It's the money we are talking about" As the lady went out of the car, the air in the room became hot, Travis played music as he increased the volume to the highest which cold blast of one's eardrum. While he was driving, his phone pinged and the caller ID showed " Bigie Twin" and he immediately picked it up. "Hey big bro, what's up man?" Travis answered smiling widely and the caller responded" Mummy said you are late, with whatever. She has just been calling my line!! I mean I can't have peace anymore"

It has always been there, even before we knew what it was. Cael presses his forehead to mine because the tunnel is too small to move. His breath is hot on my face because he is close. The blood on our hands is sticky between us because we are still holding on. The voice comes back and says, “A twin bond cannot break,” and the words land inside my head, not my ears. It says, “It can only be transferred,” because that is the old law, and “One heart must carry it alone,” because two hearts will burn out by the full moon.

", I detailed my views while looking at them, striving to comprehend their expressions. Well, I'm not anxious still I want to know their thoughts. "Impressive.", One of them smiled and I earned a round of applause from them. I'm ecstatic, I feel like, I'm on cloud nine, the feeling is just... just beyond indecipherable. "It was a great presentation, Mr. Oberoi. I'll send you the contract within 3 days.", The one who asked me the question greeted me with an amiable handshake. ******

A heavy drum beat in my ears. I stepped back and stumbled, the strength leaving my legs, and I fell. The doctor caught me. “Are you okay?” I nodded, not understanding anything. “Breathe,” he instructed. “Slowly. That's it.” I followed his instructions, holding his arm tight. “Is he ever going to recover?” The doctor looked sad. “Honestly,” he said gently, like he was scared I would lose consciousness. “There's every possibility that he will make it.” He was probably telling me that so I didn't lose my mind.