Twewy Rhyme Novels & Stories

—and meeting my other half feels like a nightmare already. The truth is, the moment our paths crossed, I'll die after. Because the dates engraved in my two palms are similar.

Imani whispered, voice low and breathless, fingers tightening around theirs, “I never imagined it could feel like this… all of this.” Zariah leaned closer, cheek brushing along hers, lips tracing the curve of her jaw with slow, teasing warmth. “Neither did I,” she murmured, voice soft, playful, deliberate. “But I wouldn’t change a second of it.” Every word, every brush of her fingers, carried a spark, a thrill, a daring sense of discovery that made Imani’s chest tighten in delicious tension.

Since I wasn’t going to be alive much longer, I wanted to spend my last moments with my pup. After dismissing the healer’s suggestion, I walked out of the Temple of Healing. My intention was to find Lucia. We were twins. From the day we were born, we were destined to never be apart, even in death. Amid my journey, Kaden Hems called me on the phone for once. Staring at the caller ID, I recalled that Kaden cut off our mind link. “Can’t you give it a rest even for one day? Just because you’re my mate doesn’t give you the right to mindlink me all day.

Fuck. Of course that isn't what happened. The twins enemies did not fucking do this. They did. They got bored of me. They fell out of love with me. Or maybe they realized that they never loved me. They just wanted to fuck me. I was the shiny, new, never before used toy and they wanted someone to have fun and use and that is what I was for them. That shiny, new, never before used toy. That someone they could have fun with. I am such a fucking stupid idiot.

That was how they gained the interest of the wolves and soon, they learnt the animal language and their ways. A month passed, the twins were now eleven years old. They've learnt many things about the wolves, how they hunt, communicate with themselves and many other things but they still were not satisfied with that because Taiwo wanted to become the alpha and Keyinde the beta after which they plan to become the king and queen of the jungle. Both of them sat together on a tree branch not far from the wolves' den one evening, watching the alpha as controlled his subjects. Keyinde: I know what you're thinking the way you watch the alpha. You want to become the alpha.

I smiled at him and he walked up the stairs. Since I had spent the majority of the day sleeping, I was still wide awake. I decided to watch my favourite movie of all time Tangled. I knew all the songs and dialogues, but this movie was a comfort watch for me. I snuggled on the couch with a blanket, putting on the movie. Since no one was around me, I sang the songs loudly, added my commentary on some scenes and yelled at Rapunzel for believing her witch of a mother. I also sighed every time Flynn Ryder came on to the screen, wishing out loudly that I would marry him in a heartbeat.

She said, and cast her eyes down, shaking her head. I could see her mood swing from one of hope to one that was reflective. She thought deeply. She remained silent for close to a minute before she spoke again. “Grandson,” she bounced back much spiritedly, with warmth in her voice, “romance is like a dice; it always takes two sides to win a fortune but often, it is only one side that gets the attention. The one you love may not love you back. And it is highly unlikely that two people would love each other equally. Like the downside of a dice, a true lover isn’t one that comes with glory to seek your praise. There would be no top side of a dice if the down side decides not to rest.

The taxi door opened, and a tall, feminine woman stepped out of the car, holding a baby on her shoulder. She heaved a deep breath as she exited, her eyes scanning the surroundings. It was just the way she had left it; nothing seemed to have changed at all. It didn’t look like two years had passed since she had been gone. She walked up to the building.

“I should be the one apologizing. Hurting you was uncalled for, and I apologize on behalf of my wife as well.” My stomach twists at the mention of "my wife," and I notice his plain silver wedding band—simple, with nothing attached. Just like his tumultuous marriage. “It’s okay; thank you for the lift,” I say, forcing a smile. He nods, and the traffic light turns green again, allowing him to continue driving. “I don’t know… it feels like I’ve done this before,” he chuckles. “Done what?” “Driven you before. Honestly, you looked familiar when I first saw you.”