Twewy Rhyme Novels & Stories

The women also collect their stuff in a rushed manner, I flinch as I here a common voice. Too common .. fear... Sabri ‘s men.. I mentally rolled my eyes. Can’t they ever be quiet ?, They are always shouting about something. I turn as I take a new path, if they catch me it would be the end of me. Somehow I can’t stop thinking of going back… But I can’t, I’m doing him a favor remember… ‘Little miss goodie two shoes’ I smile as I hear a very familiar sassy voice in my head “And what’s wrong with being good”

He was my twin, he couldn't be that bad. ‘’So what is it going to be baby, I can do you the honors of killing the mate and his sister would be ot cold by the dawn of day”’ the fog was messing with my brain, nothing else mattered at that point but the bond I shared with my twin, I wanted to explore him. I felt as if I trusted him, willing to give it all up for him and his sake.

V "Not the frightening dreams again; I will never let that happen, it felt so real. I will save my family; I will get out of here" “It’s about midnight, the cool and gentle breeze will be blowing by now. I remember setting my bound hair loose, feeling the soft but harsh power of the wind, sending cold shivers down my nape; the blinding bright lights illuminating the street would be lit. So sad I can’t see or feel any of that; these great white-cornered walls would not stop me from reminiscing about the beauty of taking a night walk; "Who would have thought this beautiful street conceded an Asylum?!"

Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore. …… Ever since I was little, my grandma always told me, "There’s no one better than a mother." But I always felt like she was lying to me. When I was eight, my mom took forever to come pick me up. When we finally got home, I saw her comforting Gwen Lincoln, my twin sister. We looked almost identical, except I had an extra mole beneath my left eye. "Mom, who is she?" "She’s Kate, your sister from the countryside." Their dissatisfied questioning and cold response left me with a sense of unease.

Go-eun blurted out after devouring a bottle of beer. “Twin Flames? What’s that? I think you’re reading too many comics.” “Not comics, dummy. They’re books in psychology and spirituality. Twin Flames are two souls divided into two bodies.” “Like soul mate?” “No. You can have multiple soul mates, but only one twin flame in your lifetime. You are alike in many ways but test each other more profoundly. When your energies are blended, you are a force to reckon with. And both of you have that potential.”

It might sound cliché but God I did feel the butterflies flooded in my tummy and my heart beat a hundred miles per second. Yes cliché but it did happen… love at first sight or should I say attraction at first sight.

I fell on the chair. He’s right. Nothing changes the fact that he is my brother and my twin. I always thought back in the past that because we are twins, we will live together forever, doing everything together, having each other's backs because that is how twins are to function. But I find myself drifting further away from Eric. It’s even more like we are strangers. God made me the stronger one and him kind of the weaker one. I’m to be his strength and him my weakness. But I don’t have a weakness because everything is my weakness.

His scream shattered the air. Then, out of nowhere, a second rider charged at me from behind. I seized the spear of the first man and spun around, thrusting the shaft upward. The horse reared back in fear, and the rider tumbled off. The rest happened in a blur. Two were down. But there were still too many coming. I couldn’t take them all out. That wasn’t the goal here. The goal was to create noise. To cause chaos. To leave a trail they had to follow.

Evie The kitchen is warm. The smell of chocolate cake still lingers in the air. The twins are sitting on the counter, legs swinging, trying to steal pieces of batter with spoons while I pretend not to see. The boy (the restless one) already has chocolate on the corner of his mouth. The girl (the clever one) tries to disguise it better. I laugh softly and run my hand over her head. "You two are impossible," I say. They laugh. I look at them and feel my chest tighten in a good way.

The caption beneath it was simple. **“A night to remember.”** Thousands of people had reacted to it.The comments kept appearing beneath the picture. *You're so lucky!* *You deserve this, queen!* *Ethan looks completely in love with you!* *The perfect couple!* *Our angel finally has everything she deserves.* Luna's thumb stopped moving. Our angel. She swallowed. That word used to belong to her too. Not because she had ever called herself an angel.Because once, a boy had looked at her like she was something precious.