Twice Maknae Novels & Stories

I say, holding him tight. "No, Makenna. It's not ok." Kieran says, looking at me. Makenna is the nickname the twins gave me back when we were kids. They had difficulties saying my full name Sienna Makayla, so they would call me Makenna instead. It was a fun version of both the names, so I never minded.

The part where he explains why I had to suffer in my marriage to him, was yet to come. “Who are these people and how am I involved in this last you have” I asked bluntly. I ignored his physical state of spontaneous depression. “You are a twin Mia and that woman was your mother,” Azek said. My ears were malfunctioning I knew. Did I hear him correctly? “Me a twin ?!” I exclaimed after hearing Azek's statement. “So you're saying you knew my real mother ?” I was in utter shock. “She and your twin sister stole my father's love and attention from my me and mother” Azek explained.

they looked at Mohaga who was now smiling ear to ear “yes, we have twins,” she looked adorable and cute as she announced this “TWINS,” both the girls again spoke in a chorus “Hey were you two a part of the school choir or what?” Mak asked in a whiny tone “Mak, you are a boy trapped in a man’s body, yet the feat you achieved is better than what any man could achieve, we are super proud of you, first shot and you got twins.. yay!!!,” Ana ranted on and on

A few months later I was holding twins in my arms with my mate looking down at me but not with a smile. I had made a grave mistake

When she pulled back,⁠ she sa‍id quietly— ‍“You rui‌ned me twice.” The room went sile‍nt. Liam froze.⁠ Noah looked‌ confus‍ed‌. H‍is sister looked invested for no reason. Liam stared at her. Ava smi⁠led. “First…” She held his hand. Some truth⁠s sto‍pped hur‌ting after⁠ enough‌ years. Then she continued— “Second…” Her sm⁠ile softened.

I am the one who decided to have a performance about K-pop since I am a fan of many groups. I went to the backstage and we are now ready to slay this one! Since there are lots of girls in our section, we also divided each other so everyone can shine. Now Playing: TT by Twice Ireojido mothaneunde Jeorojido mothane Geujeo barabomyeo ba-ba-ba-baby Maeil sangsangman hae ireumgwa hamkke Sseuk mareul nwanne baby Ajik urin moreuneun sainde

Her eyes seemed such a dark brown to me that it was almost as if they were nothing but pupil. "The very first thing that you ought to know is that I am not your maid, and I will not be bringing you food -- or anything for that matter -- again." She was not rude precisely, but remarkably brisk. "Understood," "My name is Maya, I haven't any official role or title here, but most often am referred to as a 'guest'. The same will be true for you, but make no mistake; we are not guests, we are-" "Prisoners?" I interjected.

“With Suzanne, your lawyer, vouching for you. Claiming to be Celeste Hayes. I’ll admit at first, I doubted. How could you possibly know about Nexus if you were truly the sister we’d never found? It should have been us finding you, not the other way around.” Celeste said nothing but intently stared at Katie. “But then,” Katie leaned back, her lips curling into something that wasn’t quite a smile, “you passed every test. Every scrutiny. And I thought, perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps you were who you said you were. After all, twins mirror each other. It made sense that you and Celine carried the same mannerisms, the same stubborn spark.” Ònààrà stirred then, a quiet chuckle leaving her lips. “She

Which somehow felt worse because it meant the choice to leave me had been deliberate. “Do you think you’ll ever find another mate?” I asked carefully. Mike laughed but it was bitter. “No. I don’t think I will.” “Why not?” He stopped walking and turned to face me. The moonlight caught his features and made his blue eyes look almost silver. “Because I think the Moon Goddess only gives you one true mate Silver. And I already had mine. She’s gone now and I don’t think there’s another person out there who was made for me the way she was.”

A crushing pain twisted through my abdomen, making me curl up and tremble. My nails dug into the cracks in the wall, and with difficulty, I asked, "What did you feed me?" She put on a sweet smile and slowly said, "Medicine. Made for miscarriage. Ten minutes later, your second child will turn into mush and bleed out from your lower body." Her sharp laughter filled the room. I was leaning against the headboard, shivering, but my eyes were on the knife on the fruit platter. Cecelia was still bragging. "My baby comes in five months, while yours will turn into a pile of mush. You're a failure who can't even protect your chil—"