Twice Fanfiction Novels & Stories

And if he was Fang Yiqi in his past life, what could he achieve by approaching her during this life? His kisses had felt so seducing and arousing. She was not ready to walk into a relationship with a man who had hurt her in a past life. But at the same time, she couldn’t resist him and his luscious lips on hers. There had to be something she could do to prevent her from getting into the pain that she had once suffered as Xin Ran. Remembering the password Tang Ying Xue had written down in the notes application of her smartphone, Xin Ran retrieved the note. It took her a minute to get into the portal and type in the password.

She laughed softly, leaning into him like it was the most natural thing in the world. “At first, when he recognized me as his mate, he actually thought I was you. He got all excited and confused—” she giggled, “but I explained it wasn’t me he’d known, and I was, in fact, your twin sister.” I muttered a small “Oh” and told them I was happy for them. The words came easily. There was no tremble in my voice, no bitter taste of a lie on my tongue. For a second, I thought… maybe I meant it. Maybe my heart had finally surrendered, quietly choosing peace over pain.

Aninta cried in frustration within her thoughts. There is no such thing as second chance mates, as fiction books often suggest. Fated mates will always be of similar age, if a werewolf falls in love with someone before they turn eighteen, they are blessed with twelve months' grace before they are paired with their true mates. They can choose to either wait for their destined partner or bond with someone they have chosen, allowing the Moon to change the other person's fate to their second-best option. However, each individual only gets one fated.

People say the goddess is mischievous, that she enjoys playing with us, watching us unravel while smiling silently, letting us experience these intense, chaotic moments of life and love. The planning has always been strictly between Lucien and me, most of it carried out through the mindlink that binds us. It’s intimate, private, and powerful, allowing us to communicate in ways no one else could ever understand. And yet, despite the careful planning, the unpredictability of our connection always keeps me on edge, my mind and body in constant anticipation of whatever comes next. We don’t want to involve too many people; that would only sabotage the whole thing. It’s the second day since the tw

My hand goes into his hair, tugging on it and holding him in place as I arch into his mouth. “I pregnant.” I wait until he lifts his head to look me in the eye, a huge smile on his face. “Must be another girl, since I haven’t smelled her yet.” He says, and I watch Cyran push forward, before he makes his way to my stomach to start sniffing for her. “Well, actually, we’re having twins.” The end. This story will continue in the third book, The Banished Beta's Saving Grace.

My heart shattered into two but I could not find the source of the heartbreak, what I noticed was the figure becoming two! The twins are so alike that I could not tell them apart anymore. It's not just the body that duplicated, their cold murderous stare mirrors nothing but disgust for me. I was wrong when I hoped they would forget everything. I barely got out of here alive years back and by now I can already hear whispering curses from bystanders. I just walked into my own end. At this moment, the air around suddenly became hot and I could almost hear the whispers of their breathe. Whispers screaming “Rip her apart”

Until I have enough power to spit in Her face and bring him back. They took my mate. I'll take theirs. I sat back, the journal trembling in my hands. This wasn't just revenge. This was grief twisted into something monstrous. I kept reading, horror mounting with each page. Three names. Three women. Detailed accounts of false bonds created, ceremonies performed, slow deaths harvested over eighteen months each. Subject 1 — Lasted 16 months. Bond energy: Moderate. Not enough. Subject 2 — Lasted 20 months. Fought harder than expected. Bond energy: Strong but incomplete.

More dangerous. “I’m a man in love and obsessed with his wife,” he murmurs. “Ready to fulfill all her desires.” For the first time since all of this began, I don’t feel like I’m being torn in half. I feel like I’m being put back together. By two men. By two suns. And the north… the north is still in the same place. Sirius, always to the north. Even when the sky is covered in rain. Even when I’m caught between two men who claim me in completely different ways.

His hands went to my waist, and everywhere he touched it was like electricity. I pulled on his hair, standing up on my tiptoes to reach him. I gasped as his hands moved across my stomach. The gasp was enough for him to slip his tongue into my mouth. We were glued together, and in that moment I knew what the big deal about mates was. The sound of a door closing made him pull back from me so abruptly I almost fell down. Regret. That was the only expression on his face. I wanted to cry. This was not how I envisioned this ending.

I moved forward, step by step. And then—it happened. The tug came again, hot and unrelenting. My chest felt like it was being crushed, my heart was pounding, and I felt burning all over my skin. No. No, no, no. The mate bond. It splintered apart between us, as it had with Kael. Constricting. Heavy. Unbreakable. I stumbled on my feet, falling to the floor as my heart raced repeatedly. Damon froze. And his eyes widened, flickering, from gold to wild red. "You… Silver wolf…"