Twewy Reaper Novels & Stories

Evеry nеrvе еnding was alight, еvеry gasping brеath a mеrе prеcursor to thе crеsting wavе of plеasurе that thrеatеnеd to swееp hеr away into oblivion. Tylеr sеt a punishing pacе, his powеrful strokеs claiming hеr with a fеral intеnsity that lеft no room for inhibition or rеstraint. Sarah matchеd him, thrust for brutal thrust, nails scoring crimson trails down thе taut planеs of his back as shе lost hеrsеlf in thе maеlstrom.

“We can finally spend more time together as a family.” Twins? That was the first I heard of them. So there were more grandkids than I thought. Aleksander. Arne. Alf. And now twins. This family was much bigger than I realized. “I thought Aleksander said he leaves for the UK in two days,” Alf said casually. Grandma nodded. “He did, but he promised to return sooner this time.” He was leaving? That caught me off guard. I had no idea. Was he planning to leave me here when he knew I was trying to transfer to UCL? Sarah told me that is where he lives most of the time. The thought stung more than I wanted to admit.

Whatever that had been. He exhaled through his nose, eyes sharp and unblinking as the wind swept up from the water below. She had the face of a ghost. The same storm-green eyes. The same high cheekbones. The same mouth that once whispered lies into his neck in the dark. Isadora. The woman who burned him — stole from him, betrayed him, and vanished into the shadows of Nice with a USB drive worth every secret he used rule. And now, four years later, her twin was here.

Bathing done, I reach out for the white cotton body towel by the racks and carefully wrap it around my body and fasten it under my armpits. I use my palm to wipe off the steam from the mirror, stare into the eyes of the person standing in front of me. She looks so lost, pale and exhausted. Her arms were covered by ugly purple and green bruises, they still looked fresh which made them very disgusting to look at. Further more my light caramel complexion didn’t do any justice. I pretty much looked like rotten goat cheese.

Olleta , the girl and first-born twin who was a replica of her mother, and Zigfrid, the male and second-born twin who probably took after his father. " They are asleep. Sleeping like angels they are." Dulce smiled. " Must have been a tiring trip for the little ones." " I guess so too. So, tell me, dear one. Becker said, stealing a glance at Dulce. " Tell you what?" " Are you ready?" Dulce smiled. Was she ready? She knew exactly what Becker was asking her. Her aim for returning had revenge in the back of the wheels. She was definitely going to take a piece of everyone who made her look like garbage back in the days.

she lied. Ryan gave her a small, sad smile. "You should be." --- Far below them, deep in the mansion’s stone bowels, Mason writhed against the restraints cutting into his wrists. The room was cold and damp, the air heavy with mildew and old blood. But Mason barely noticed. His mind was racing too fast. Plotting. Scheming. Planning his revenge. He wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot. His lips twisted into a snarl as he strained against the handcuffs, feeling them bite into his skin.

If I was working, if I was drowning in spreadsheets, contracts and corporate warfare, I didn't have to think. I didn't have to imagine where she was, or what had happened to her, or if she was calling out my name in the dark. I pulled a stack of financial reports toward me, uncapped my pen.and forced myself to read the first line. I was Ryan Wylder now. The Reaper was dead.

I was still standing there, half-listening to them drone on about engine mods, when Tess and Maeve came strolling "Happy birthday, Reaper," Tess said first, pulling me into a quick hug. "You’re getting old, huh? Twenty-seven. Next thing you know, you’ll be yelling at kids to get off your lawn." "Thanks, Tess." I smiled. Maeve hugged me next, a little tighter. "Happy birthday, Reaper." "Thank you," Tess glanced around, and her brow furrowed a bit. “ "Hey, where’s Tyler? I haven’t seen him all evening. He said he’d be here early."

I was confused by his statement. "Let me continue!" Doom reacted. I leaned backward, resting my back on the cloud couch. I nodded in response, and so the Reaper in question continued. "I used to be a Weaver before I became a Reaper. Before, in my dreams, I always saw this angel that felt so close to me. I could see its face, but I didn't know its name. It constantly recurs in my dreams every night. I grew fond of that angel, and I think that's because I was a Weaver—as our blessings have something to do with emotions, maybe I couldn't use the blessings well that it controls me instead.

He would become two times stronger at the very least! “He is confident that even if I am two times stronger, I will be no threat to him,” the Golden Sky thought silently, understanding that this wasn’t merely a gift, but a warning as well. He was being reminded that he was just an ant, and that he should act like one. He bowed silently and took his leave. “Idiot,” the Reaper thought silently as he watched the Golden Sky’s figure disappearing from this space. “Did you think you were the only seed I had planted?” the Reaper mocked internally.