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She said. Elise whimpered and cradled the twins tighter to her chest. “No. No… they’re just babies…” I moved between them and Raven. My entire body was trembling—not from fear. From rage. “Explain. Now.” Raven’s lips parted to speak. Her hands trembled in her lap. “The twins… born under crimson sky… one to break the world… the other to save it.” Elise choked on a sob, her arms tightening around them. “Don’t say that…”

Go read and enjoy! Danny and Louis have been reborn and now with one having the memories of their past life while the other stays bound to the last words spoken on his deathbed. Let's follow Levon and Dylon as they journey through discovery, acceptance, lust, hurt, and uncontrollable love for one another. Hope this time fate smiles better on our boys. ******* BOOK TWO IS TITLED: SOULS ENTWINED... *******

He kept on going and I started to feel a little proud inside. I never thought it took everyone that much hard work to create me. "God then called the leaders of the original Spirituals. Altogether, they decided that we should try it like reproduction of a human being. So I gave my rib and with that, you were created. Then you placed the seed in your biological father. I took them back to earth. The same cave you just saw. There, your biological parents conceived you. And after three months, I took you away from them. Their job was done once your heart started beating perfectly. That was the very first time I saw you." My heart fluttered as he kept on going with this story. I didn't know at a

I stood in the doorway, watching Emilia drop her book to rush across the rug, while Marcus stood behind Catherine’s chair, a look of total, unvarnished shock on his face that quickly melted into a wide, breathless smile. Twins. Two entirely new lives coming into our courtyard at the exact same time. Two new souls to carry the weight of our redemption forward into a world that would never know our old shame or the names of the men we had to leave in the dirt. It was a double portion of light.

The perfect script he thought he had secured with his second chance at life collapsed completely in that moment. He stared at me, his eyes burning with disbelief and resentment. The so-called main character halo he thought belonged to him looked painfully fragile in the face of real ability and real achievements. The floating comments froze for a moment. Then, they exploded. [What the hell just happened?] [First place in a national coding championship? And he gets to pick any top university he wants?] [Wait… Brian? The fake heir? The one who was supposed to go to some no-name college?] [My brain can't process this twist…]

The gem would create a unique being. Not born. Made. My mouth felt dry. My chest felt tight. “Wait,” I said, my voice cracking before I could stop it. “The sac… is that the thing I was born from or what.” Every eye turned to me. I pushed myself up slightly, ignoring the way weakness still tugged at my limbs. “Because I was born by a man,” I continued, the words tasting unreal even now. “That alone was already crazy enough to live with. And my dada told my twin and I growing up that he was experimented on. If his body was altered to carry that thing so I could exist.”

"Lucky for me, I was born with a silver spoon, unlike some people, born to parents who abandoned them." I couldn't help but think back to when Freddie had sat next to me on my bed in my past life, sipping from the bowl of nourishing soup that was supposed to help me recover. He had sneered, "Tyler, you're going to die anyway. Drinking all that soup won't change a thing. I'll just enjoy it for you; no need to thank me." I wanted to rip him apart right then and there—just the thought of him made my skin crawl.

Wait. No. I blinked. Everything was dark again. Completely dark. My heart sank. I was still blind. It was all a dream. A beautiful, wonderful, perfect dream. And now I was back in reality. I felt my stomach. Still pregnant. Very pregnant. I must be about eight months old now. Maybe more. The baby kicked. Hard. "I'm sorry, little one," I whispered. "I thought we were safe. I thought we had escaped. But it was all in my head."

Then the air behind the child ripples… And another baby appears. My heart stops. Twins. Identical. Same golden glow. Same impossibly old eyes. My throat tightens. “I… I don’t… I don’t understand.” The first baby reaches out, touching my knee. The second touches my chest. Warmth blooms through me, a pulse of power, ancient and gentle and terrifying. Their voices come as whispers inside my mind, layered over each other like two melodies harmonizing. “Papa…” The world tilts.

"And do you know what day you were born?" "Yes," Ada said softly. "Daddy said that Andrew and I were born on New Year's Eve 2015." 'New Year's Eve 2015...' Kisa felt a pang of pain in her heart as New Year's Eve of that year reminded her of the burning pain of the fire and the unspeakable despair that she had suffered. It was also that New Year's Eve that her baby died. But on that night, Gilbert was blessed with a pair of twins, and she found that to be an ironic contrast.