Twewy Rhyme Novels & Stories

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.”

Chapter 2 It’s been four years now, and my twins are three years old. Their names are Princess Xenna and Prince Xenno. I really went through a lot during my pregnancy, like constant vomiting and intense food cravings. Good thing my friends, especially Tanya, were always there to help me. I was deep in thought when Princess Xenna tugged at me. "Mommy, please 'gewa' us some cookies," she said, mispronouncing 'gawa' (make) into 'gewa' while making cute eyes. It was adorable enough to make me secretly laugh.

I tried to get up but his hands didn't release mine. "So you were in a mood, huh?" He asked me with a playful grin. I smiled at him, nodding my head. "Will I find you wet if I touched your pussy, now?" He asked me. I shook my head. "That's a problem. How about this? I will give you a word. You use it when you want me to stop. And the word is STING. A quality of yours." I smiled again, "So I can use it anytime I want you to stop, even when you are half way inside me?" I asked him dubiously.

He was still guiding me down the hallway, with me nestled beneath his arm and his hand still resting on my hip, when a closed door we had just passed suddenly opened. We both paused, looking back at the door when a very sullen-looking carbon copy of Tyler emerged, taking me by surprise. I looked up at Tyler then over at what could only be his twin staring back at us. At me. "Wow!" Tyler joked with a small chuckle. "What a rare treat to see you up and about during the day. What's got you up before noon?" he asked teasingly. The twin stared, his eyes never leaving mine as he replied in Tyler's voice, "My mate."