Twice And Toga Novels & Stories

What a coincidence, I added mentally. “Sure, but Magna and I need to go to the bathroom first,” Tanya said with a sweet smile. So I have a name now, huh? Out of all names, she picked Magna, I groaned internally. “Yeah! We’ve been dying to pee, right MARITES?” I emphasized my fake name. “So your names are Magna and Marites. I’m Cardio. Nice meeting you, ladies,” he smiled. After the handshake, we went straight to the restroom to discuss our next move. I asked Tanya if she noticed the spider tattoos.

"Viona Vale, what game is this? You clawed your way into Theron's tent to marry into power. Now, with the chance in your lap, you call for me instead?" The wind bit hard. Snow pressed down like that final day. Vionna could barely breathe. Fists clenched, she met Marzella's gaze. "If you don't go in now, he won't survive." A low groan rose from within the tent. Marzella's expression shifted. With a crack of her whip, she shoved Vionna aside and stormed through the flap. Moments later, fabric tore. Then came the sounds—raw, unmistakable.

“You’re fuming bestie.” Alara took a deep breath and threw her head back. “He cornered me in his office. Pinned me to the door. Twice.” Scarlet’s face changed instantly. “He what?” “Physically restrained me,” Alara said, pacing. “Then asked for a kiss as an apology for slapping him.” Scarlet blinked. “You slapped him?” It just got worse with each sentence. “I had to!” Alara waved her hands dramatically. “He insulted me, brought up Charles, and said I had a bad taste in men!”

HANA "Can I disown him?" Sandro muttered behind me. I followed his gaze to Matias sitting in the front row and wiping his tears with a tissue. "Fuck." Another hiss from Sandro. Matias is sniffling-- hard. Bash is scowling at the kid. I nudged him gently so that he would change his expression. My attempt is futile. "I will disown him." "No," It's Vin this time. I like how the guys tried to blend in. But they failed miserably. With their tattooed body, hidden arms, and bulky personality, there's no way Sandro and his crew can blend in. But I can give ten out of ten for the attempt.

Gamma Teddy went into play, and a string of dialogues crackled from the speakers. "Alpha, I want to thank you for standing with us to take out the Luna," a female voice spoke. A male voice, deeper and more commanding, replied, "We have the same objective—to take out both the Luna Queen and the Rogue Queen out of our way. But no matter what happens, my name cannot be spoken.""Yes, Alpha," two feminine voices replied at the same time.One of the women went on, her voice filled with desperation.

She looked every bit the perfect assistant, but there was a glint in her eyes, she was watching everything. Onàrà, on the other hand, was impossible to miss. Her long dreadlocks were adorned with cowries, swaying as she moved. A patterned shawl draped loosely over a fitted black dress, and gold bracelets clinked softly on her wrists. She walked with the easy confidence of someone who couldn’t care less what anyone thought, even as heads turned to stare. A few guests whispered, others tried not to look too openly or show curiosity but Onàrà moved past them as though she were gliding through another world entirely. Then there was a sudden shift in the atmosphere.

I just wanted to survive, to understand my own power, to make sense of the fractured feelings I had for two mates who represented two different versions of my future. The settlement emerged from the forest like something out of memory. Rough structures built from wood and stone, arranged in a way that felt both temporary and determined. The people who emerged to greet us were a mixed group, all bearing the marks of hardship, all carrying the distinctive silver hair and violet eyes that marked them as Glom Pack descendants. A woman stepped forward, older than Kira, her face scarred and weathered. "Kira. You found her." "I found her," Kira confirmed. "Lyra, this is Mara. She was your mother's

She hadn’t liked the way it sounded even then. “Look who’s back from the dead,” he said now, arms stretched across the back of a chair. Anais didn’t smile. “You’re early.” “You’re late.” “I’m exactly on time.” He laughed and stood, offering her a seat like he owned the room. “This isn’t a reunion, Luca. What do you want?” He handed her a manila folder. Inside were campaign notes, projections, and a branding proposal. But more than that—her name. The pitch wasn’t subtle: Anais Vale, the woman who came back. The woman who rebuilt. The face of redemption.

She is way taller than me and she looks like a model in a high-class magazine. “My staff told me that you are already here so I came to say hi,” she said. Then, her attention turned to me and she frowned when she saw Enver’s arm on my shoulder. “Ahm…” She gulped and turned her eyes back on my husband. “Who is she?” “This is my wife,” Enver introduced me. “Milan Escuero-Andrius.” He turned to me and pointed to the woman. “She is Amethyst Koganei, the owner of this resort.”

Another illusion wrapped in applause. At the gala, I slipped into character like a second skin. The crowd adored us. We posed, smiled, and said sweet nothings to each other covered with venom. “Zaria, show us the ring!” “What does it feel like marrying the most powerful man in the city?” I didn’t flinch. Power meant control, and control meant she stayed within reach. I could feel her stiffen every time I touched her. Good. She should be uncomfortable. She should feel the weight of what she did.