Toga X Twice Novels & Stories

Transaction ID X-12-RMD-04 Date/Time [Date of Tutor Gambit] Amount $800,000 Transaction ID L-7-FNL-CLP Date/Time [Date 3 Months later] Amount $1,200,000 “The $1.2 million he stole,” she pointed to the second line, “is the cost of the final structural integration after the clean-up. The payment date is three months after the initial Tudor Gambit. But look at the first line. The $800,000 initial adjustment cost—the initial, critical repair—was paid the day before the first internal audit was even scheduled.”

And he kissed me again, deeper, deeper still, until the world narrowed to just the two of us—to his touch, which made it painfully clear that I wanted him just as fiercely as he wanted me. No force. No hesitation. Just two people falling into something neither of them could control.

The word escapes my lips. “But eight days before the accident, an offshore account in the Cayman Islands deposited two hundred and fifty thousand euros into an account in his sister’s name,” Luka looks at me directly. “Enough money to secure the family’s future. O’Reilly knew he was going to die on impact.” “A paid suicidal driver,” Harvey deduces, his voice clinical. “Efficient. Hard to prove when the executor dies in the act.” Luka nods. “The transfer came from a shell company that, after seven layers of tracing, leads to a holding registered in the same Cayman Islands that appear in the contracts Maeve sent us.”

"Today, the High King will make our marriage official. Remember what I told you before." His voice was like ice. "After we're married, we'll live separate lives. Play nice, and maybe I'll let you save some dignity in this marriage." I was floored. How could the heir to our kind say something so outrageous? He took my silence for consent, his grin growing wider. "Just keep in line, and I won't let you embarrass yourself in public." He was sure I would fall in line. Then came the sound of footsteps. The High King's right-hand man, his second-in-command, stepped out—with Damon, the werewolf, in tow.

Oliver shouted, loud enough to grab the attention of everyone around. “And mine,” Finished the rest of the twins, standing straight up, looking for anyone to get close to their new desire. “Impossible,” Scoffed Taila looking at the guys and then back at her friends, she noticed me looking at her, so she took the opportunity to speak up. “What kind of spell did you put on them, you witch? They would never be with someone like you in a million years, you fat slob!”

What a coincidence, I added mentally. “Sure, but Magna and I need to go to the bathroom first,” Tanya said with a sweet smile. So I have a name now, huh? Out of all names, she picked Magna, I groaned internally. “Yeah! We’ve been dying to pee, right MARITES?” I emphasized my fake name. “So your names are Magna and Marites. I’m Cardio. Nice meeting you, ladies,” he smiled. After the handshake, we went straight to the restroom to discuss our next move. I asked Tanya if she noticed the spider tattoos.

“But you won’t like it.” “What?” “A masking draught. Forbidden for twenty years. Bitter ash-bark and masking roots. It suppresses lineage scent. Makes a pup smell like the Alpha who claims it, not the Alpha who sired it.” My blood went cold. “That’s... that’s illegal,” I whispered. “It’s treason,” Hessa agreed. “If you’re caught with it, they’ll execute you faster than for the pregnancy.” I stared at the floor. Xander’s scent was all over me last night. In my hair. On my skin. If he got close enough, if he pressed his nose to my neck the way he had, would he smell the difference?

"Without a condom. And twice. Just sayin'..." ×

The midnight air over the private hangar was freezing, cutting through the thick layer of fog that rolled off the asphalt. A long, dark luxury sedan sat idling near the edge of the runway, its headlights switched off to stay hidden in the shadows. Inside the vehicle, the silence was heavy. Tristan Hayes sat in the back seat, his jaw clenched tight as he stared at the digital display of his tablet. The red numbers indicating his personal bank valuations had stopped spinning, frozen solid beneath a thick white text box: Assets Restricted by Federal Registry.

When Togo wanted to say something. "Sorry to make you wait." Popura came and placed all of their orders on the table with a cheerful smile, thanking them then continued her work. Togo's momentum was broken, and she saw him start to eat his steak, but she didn't care and said directly, "Be my fighter." Monica stopped his movement and showed a surprise. "What?" "Be my fighter and fight on the "Kengan Match" that will be held late Saturday this week as my representative fighter," Togo said without looking away from Monica.