Novel & Cerita Transformers 2 The Twins

I will have sex with a complete stranger—to the man that my twin is supposed to marry. “Are you leaving?” My mother asked when we were about to leave. Theodore paid his respect to my mother and eyed me for a moment. “I'll go inside first,” he uttered and finally let go of my hand. “You're doing well,” she commented, wearing that strange smile. I can tell that she was not happy—she’s probably not. My twin just died and we are here, attending her supposed wedding. “I might be your stubborn daughter, Mom…but please, don't worry about me. I got this. I always got this,” I assured her and held her hands.

Well, that would only work if her claims were true. My eyes darkened and I was hesitant as I figured out how much I wanted to reveal. I looked at Renae reassuring her that all was under control. But she looked unfazed. She had a haughty look about her that threw me off balance. She must have something up her sleeves, I thought and suddenly, her voice boomed through the hall. "My twins' dad is the Alpha!" Her voice reverberated, taking everyone by surprise. My mouth opened wide as I stared at her. I didn't expect her to speak up so boldly.

And now, she needed Hinary’s forgiveness. Hinary’s face turned ashen at the sight of the woman who almost ruined her sons’ lives. She pointed an accusing finger at her, not in the least bothered by the fact that Cassia was a Lycan. “Get your two left legs out of my property this instant!” she yelled, already stepping towards Cassia’s kneeling form. “That’s the enough, Hinary. Just calm down!” The old man in the black suit voiced out, his face devoid of every emotion. On a closer look, one could see familiar dark eyes. Eyes that only belonged to the twins, it turns out they inherited it from their father.

"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.

The prospect of having twin cocks in me… it made me feral. “Fuck her… and be rough with it,” Cerci ordered. For a point in time, I faltered, fear and excitement crawling down my spine, seeing their wicked, twisted sneers on their alike faces. “I’m Trent, he’s Trevor.” One of the twins spoke before dragging me off the floor, my body hurting, my skin must have been scratched off something. I felt spit pool gently down my thighs, it burned like an itch. “A little spit… it doesn’t hurt much, does it?” Trevor, the second, spoke, his voice holding a little stammer to it as he knelt, tracing his fingers over the crimson thick fluid.

She was playing the "Overture of the Reach." ​"Are you ready, Papa?" Nora asked, her amber skin glowing with the power of the Core. ​Kael stood at the helm of the Weaver. He looked at the scarred palms of his hands—the marks of the "Twins He Never Knew." He realized that the mystery was no longer about the past. The twins weren't just Leo and Mia; the twins were the Earth and the Sky, finally reconciled. ​"Ignite the roots," Kael commanded.

Then, the miracle happened. The twins didn't panic. They looked at each other, their violet and emerald light merging into a brilliant, metallic gold. They didn't blink or levitate; they expanded. A pair of massive, translucent wings—one violet, one emerald—erupted from the "Twin-Storm." They weren't bird wings; they were wings made of pure, solidified aurora. They caught the wind, the descent slowing instantly. Félix looked up, his eyes wide with shock, as his children literally carried him through the air. I flared my own kinetic power, gliding down to meet them.

“You need to come quickly.” And then I saw them—two small figures pushing past the Beta’s legs and into the office. The twins. The boy and girl I’d seen at the cottage, the ones with my brother’s green eyes. “Jane! Max!” Damon shot to his feet. “How did you get here? Where’s—” “They showed up in pup form,” the Beta panted. “Their first shift. Must have run off.” Their first shift. They couldn’t be more than five years old—extraordinarily young for a first transformation. It must have been triggered by something extreme. Fear. Danger.

It’s a recorded message from Arthur Vane, timestamped just minutes before his "death." "Zora, if you are reading this, the 'Twins of the Rift' have been triggered. The obsidian child isn't just a shadow... it’s a key. It was never meant to be born into the world of the Spires. It was meant to be the first citizen of the Obsidian City—the world beneath the Rift. Do not trust the 'Alpha-Restoration'. Dante’s wolf isn't just back... it’s being shared. The wolf is the guardian of the twins, and it will kill anyone who tries to separate them. Including you."

There was no way she’d mate with someone who wasn’t her fated mate. Nathan opened the door and greeted the twins. When Helena got to the top of the front door, her flight stopped. There before her were the twins. Almost identical in every way, and still inseparable. Both were perfection in form and hardened now as warriors. Tall, both had shades of dark-haired, and broad shouldered. They wore uniforms as if they’d come straight from the field of battle.