Toga X Twice Novels & Stories

All I could do was wait—nervous, restless—until the door finally opened again. My manager, Mrs. Tania, stepped out with a wide smile that immediately settled me. Adrian followed behind her, his expression unreadable. “You can go home, sweetheart,” Mrs. Tania said in a tone far too sweet to be real. “Don’t worry, your replacement’s already here.” I blinked at her, confused. Mrs. Tania never let anyone off early. “Really?” “Yes.” She slipped an arm around my shoulders, pretending we were close. “Go on, dear—and don’t let that man get away. You’re a lucky girl.”

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.

“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?

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.

"It's my fault. We can get new ones. I'll take care of the replacements properly this time. Just trust me, okay?" In the end, after she got down on her knees more times than I could count and transferred me an eight-figure sum without a second thought, I finally agreed—on the day I was discharged—to go with her to reapply for the marriage certificate. When we got in the car, I chose the back seat. Remembering that I got motion sickness, Emily smiled and said, "Babe, did you forget you get carsick in the back?" I kept staring out the window without turning my head.

~Silver Caspian slid two fingers inside me curling them to find that spot that made me see stars. My cunt clenched around him as he stroked me from within his tongue still working my clit. The dual stimulation was overwhelming "Please," I whimpered not even sure what I was begging for. Caspian lifted his head his chin glistening with my arousal and then I could see the red flashes in my head. I’m about to be obsessed with this again. “Not yet, Silver. We want to feel you come when we're both inside you."

Gamma Teddy went into play, and a string of dialogues crackled from the speakers. "Alpha, I want to thank you for standing with us to take out the Luna," a female voice spoke. A male voice, deeper and more commanding, replied, "We have the same objective—to take out both the Luna Queen and the Rogue Queen out of our way. But no matter what happens, my name cannot be spoken.""Yes, Alpha," two feminine voices replied at the same time.One of the women went on, her voice filled with desperation.

In fact, it was a blessing—one I could only wish for with Lilly. “Does it matter if he was?” Ria replied cheekily. Her flippant answer made me flinch. Ria would have said something if she had a second mate. She wasn’t a twin who could share a mate, and neither was Gavin. Besides, Ria and Gavin were a perfect pair—two halves of one soul. “There’s no way she could have two mates,” Lotus said, seeing straight through Ria’s teasing. I cleared my throat, catching her attention.