Twice Short Novels & Stories

“How long has this been going on?” An exhale and then he tucked his hands into the front of his pants. “Six months.” Her eyes went round in shock as she quickly did the maths. It had to be around the time of her birthday because that was the first time she introduced them to each other. “You have been fucking Michelle behind my back for six months, Charles. When were you going to announce the breakup?” She had no control of her bottom lips as it wobbled. She felt like an oblivious fool. Charles gazed down at her, noting her white knuckles as she clutched the duvet with a death grip. She was hurt. He wasn’t so bothered. Afterall, she had it coming for her.

" He couldn't bear it. His sword pierced her heart. Her body jerked—then slackened. She collapsed. But not before the faintest smile curled on her lips. She mouthed the words. You deserve this. And he did. To kill his princess. Twice.

The crowd hushed, and for that single moment, I felt the world hold its breath. This was love: simple, pure, and unbroken. Around me, the air hummed with music. The twins stood proudly at the front, dressed in deep royal blue, the color of Fiato royalty. Their eyes gleamed with pride and emotion as they watched their sister walk toward her future. They had built a kingdom, fought wars, and won impossible battles, but this, I knew, was what mattered most to them. As the vows began, I sat beside a few of the girls, our hands linked in quiet awe. I felt the rhythm of their hearts through our bond, each of us touched in different ways.

“But remember, Lady Elowen. Second wives don’t get to rewrite the story. They only get to accept the ending.” Elowen held that gaze for one long moment, then turned slightly - just enough to show she was aware of the dais and the court beyond it. The banners fluttered faintly with the movement of air through high doors. The sound of distant bells - announcement bells, ceremonial bells - threaded through the hall, low and inevitable.

The step completed. Nothing happened. Then— The same moment happened again. Not a repetition. Not a loop. A second version. The wolf stepped forward— Differently. A slight variation in angle. In weight. In outcome. Both steps existed. Simultaneously. Overlapping. Two realities occupying the same space. The world did not break. It held both. Levi’s breath caught. “That’s not—” The second variation changed. Not by choice. By influence. The eye shifted slightly.

“Say it again.” “I love you.” He slammed into me again, groaning, and holding my body like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. We came together that time, our bodies locked and hearts racing. He collapsed beside me, both of us gasping, our skin slick and sticky with sweat. No words were spoken, just the sound of two hearts that knew they’d gone too far. But fuck, it felt too good to regret. Hours passed and the sky outside darkened, which dimmed the room and I woke first.

Emily did not catch up to me. But it was only a matter of seconds—no sooner had I gotten into the car than she rushed out the door. She chased after my vehicle for a long time. Only when she was completely exhausted did she finally stop, switching instead to calling my phone over and over again. I didn't answer. Yesterday, we had already gone to get the divorce certificate. I had told her that today we would hold the wedding first, then register the marriage afterward—double happiness in one day.

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—"

This story is all about boys love. Love is not gender biased. It's all about feeling how we feel towards someone especial. Everyone gets second choice to correct the mistake . Ryan also gets the second chance to get back his soulmate. But does he really make this chance in the right way or just spoils it again and left regretted rest of his life. Parth who loves him unconditionally, tries all possible ways to get his love but love is all about putting equal efforts from both side.

* His eyes moved down the page. **VANCE, AURORA — BORN OCT 12.** **VANCE, LUNA — BORN OCT 12.** Ethan stopped breathing for a second. Twins. Aurora had never mentioned a sister. Not once. In all the conversations they had shared about her childhood, her family, and her past, she had spoken as if she had grown up alone. Ethan turned the page. And his entire body went still. A surveillance photograph was attached to the top corner of the file.