Twice Bnha Novels & Stories

“Mia. My name is Mia.” That grin was back, the mischievous crooked one. “Mia?” “Yes.” He stuck out his right hand, and she stared at it for a moment, wondering what sorts of things it was capable of before she slipped her tiny palm inside. His touch was light at first, but then firm and commanding as he shook her hand and electric pulses shot up her arm. “I’m Beau.” “Beau.” As in beautiful, she thought to herself. “It’s nice to meet you, too.”

The second half of the duet was already completed. Gavin was supposed to send the cover so she could update it and put it on pre-order, but he hadn’t. The first one was set to release in June, her birthday gift to herself. If Baba went through with his plans, she would marry Charles days before or after her birthday. She wanted to have a happy moment in that darkness, and her book could be it. Even if no one outside the five readers who had already preordered their copies bought it, she would continue writing. The day passed with Hana making some changes to book two. It ended with an epilogue, but she mentioned the princess sister and the dragon prince kids in case the readers would love a s

Neither of us seemed to notice. She smiled as she fed me. I smiled as I ate. From a distance, we looked like the perfect couple. But really, we were two people tied together by bitterness. After that, I started "remembering" something new every day. One day, I dragged Emily—who's terrified of heights—to go bungee jumping, because I remembered that my "wife" loved extreme sports. To keep up the act, she came down looking ghost-white and explained, "I'm not scared. I've just been overworked lately. My body's not in great shape. That's why I threw up."

I replied, collapsing on one of the couches nearby. " Why?" She asked, more interested than disappointed. " Well, for some reason best known to the moon goddess, the alpha refused to come down for dinner nor did he order to have his food in his inner Chambers." I replied her. " Okay then I guess we would have no other choice but to go with plan B." Nanika said, looking at nothing in particular. " Wait, what's plan B?" I asked, unaware of operation 'plan B'. Nevertheless, the way by which the witches smiled, made me agitated to execute plan B.

he wheezed. My heart slammed into my ribs… No…It couldn’t be. But it was. The girl I thought I’d never see again. Zaria Mendez. Her name echoed inside me like a curse and a promise. Then the bidding began. “Starting at twenty thousand,” the auctioneer croaked, still trying to recover. “Twenty-five!” barked one of the fat old bastards in the front row. “Thirty!” shouted another. I stood slowly and calmly and raised my paddle.

, fell on the grass. But, it wasn't the clothes I was worried about at that moment, it was what I had seen. I now realized why my sister was so abnormally harsher towards me. So this was the reason. There before me was a sight I never dreamt I could see yet, even though I knew it would be inevitable. Gad and Hanola, my mate and my twin sister, stood beside a tree. Hanola leaned with her back against the tree, while Gad stood in front of her. They were locked in a tight and erotic embrace, while they shoved their tongues into each other's mouth. Gad's left hand gripped her breasts firmly as my sister moaned in ecstasy. That was when my basket fell from my hands. And the sound of commotion c

The photograph is old now, worn at the edges from being handled too much. I keep it in my nightstand drawer, next to the ring I never take off. It was taken on the twins' second birthday. Declan is holding Rowan on one hip, Harvey has Nora on the other, and I'm standing in the middle, my arms around both of them. Claire is in front, laughing at something the twins did. The sun is bright, the garden green, and everyone smiling.

“Zane and Alana locked us in here. They probably think it’s funny.” Bella’s lips pressed into a thin line, her jaw tightening as she listened to the distant sound of giggles echoing down the hall. It was becoming clear that the twins weren’t planning on letting them out anytime soon. Bella knocked on the door, calling out with some urgency, “Zane! Alana! Open the door.” But there was no answer. Instead, the voices of the twins could be heard fading as they ran off down the hallway. “Not until we finish cooking!” Zane’s voice echoed back to them, almost sing-song in its defiance.

She grabs his hair and asks him with a dark voice, "Where is Ok Min Ji?" The poor man points toward the middle of the room. Ahn Hana sees two girls and a man occupied in a double-cowboy position. How does she know the name? She had seen the position in Jung Kwang-soo’s laptop when she had to use his laptop once during the university days. It was only one look, but she couldn’t forget it. "There are two of them." Ahn Hana stares at the two identical girls. They are the only twins in the room. Their faces are completely the same. It’s hard to figure out who Ok Minji is.

But then there were the blogs that weren’t merciful. Some evil genius had dug up his high school passport photo—the one where his hair was a tragic bowl cut and his cheeks were rounder. That picture was now circulating with captions like “Before the glow-up” and “Proof that anyone can bag an alpha chaebol if they try hard enough.” Li Han wanted to crawl under the nearest rock and never come out. His phone buzzed violently on the marble kitchen island. The twins, who had been lounging around in nothing but matching black boxer briefs, immediately sat up straighter when they saw the shift in Li Han’s expression. Worry flickered across his face as he glanced at the caller ID.