Twice X Toga Novels & Stories

“Hey, just out of curiosity… when you say he cornered you, like… was it just one of those stupid power moves? Or did it feel like… I don’t know. A dare?” Alara frowned. “A dare?” Scarlet nodded. “Xavier’s reputation precedes him, baby girl. The guy’s got this… playboy rebel vibe, I mean come on Alara, he’s a model or was a model before now. Everyone talks about how he never backs down from a challenge.” “So you think I’m a challenge?” Alara asked dryly. “Oh, honey,” Scarlet smirked. “You are the challenge.” Alara groaned again. “I’m not interested. He’s not my type. Younger, cocky, and completely unprofessional.”

She hadn’t liked the way it sounded even then. “Look who’s back from the dead,” he said now, arms stretched across the back of a chair. Anais didn’t smile. “You’re early.” “You’re late.” “I’m exactly on time.” He laughed and stood, offering her a seat like he owned the room. “This isn’t a reunion, Luca. What do you want?” He handed her a manila folder. Inside were campaign notes, projections, and a branding proposal. But more than that—her name. The pitch wasn’t subtle: Anais Vale, the woman who came back. The woman who rebuilt. The face of redemption.

Gamma Teddy went into play, and a string of dialogues crackled from the speakers. "Alpha, I want to thank you for standing with us to take out the Luna," a female voice spoke. A male voice, deeper and more commanding, replied, "We have the same objective—to take out both the Luna Queen and the Rogue Queen out of our way. But no matter what happens, my name cannot be spoken.""Yes, Alpha," two feminine voices replied at the same time.One of the women went on, her voice filled with desperation.

The trip to Boston is made under strict discretion. We leave Dublin shortly after midnight on a private jet registered under a shell company. I wear a short brown wig, non-prescription glasses, and a loose coat that helps disguise any recognizable features. Declan travels as a European executive — clean-shaven and dressed in a dark suit that makes him almost unrecognizable. Harvey opts for a more subdued look: hair slicked back, long overcoat, and dark sunglasses even at night. None of us speak much during takeoff.

My bags had been shipped there ahead of time. At the security checkpoint, I heard her voice behind me again. Emily looked like a wreck, as if she had run all the way there. "Anthony… I'll take whatever revenge you want. Just please don't leave, okay?" Under everyone's watchful eyes, she dropped to her knees again, begging. I laughed at how little she thought her own dignity was worth. I didn't answer. I just turned around and walked forward without looking back. As long as you respect yourself, strengthen yourself, and keep moving forward, there will always be a life worth chasing ahead.

•••• 𝗔𝗟𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗗𝗔 𝗪𝗢𝗟𝗙 𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗡 ••••• 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗥𝗘 𝗣𝗔𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘: Court room

She looked every bit the perfect assistant, but there was a glint in her eyes, she was watching everything. Onàrà, on the other hand, was impossible to miss. Her long dreadlocks were adorned with cowries, swaying as she moved. A patterned shawl draped loosely over a fitted black dress, and gold bracelets clinked softly on her wrists. She walked with the easy confidence of someone who couldn’t care less what anyone thought, even as heads turned to stare. A few guests whispered, others tried not to look too openly or show curiosity but Onàrà moved past them as though she were gliding through another world entirely. Then there was a sudden shift in the atmosphere.

She held his hands as they walked inside getting checked and pointed at the direction of their section. She was wearing a green mini shirt and white inner top with a green matching long coat wearing her Jimmy Choo high top boots. Her Hair was in a Black bouncy curls wig accessories with a diamond J necklace and earrings. "We are late." Ire said. "We can't be late na." Victor said. "See how Tiana's eyes lit up seeing her man." Kehinde joked and James sideeyed her. "You guys did not tell me it's Burna Boy nowwww!!" Tiana said excitedly as Burna Boy was performing 'Ye' now and the whole crowd was singing loudly.

The rear passenger door clicked open, letting in a violent swirl of cold wind and heavy mist. Chloe stepped into the vehicle, her face a tight mask of pure, bitter fury. She didn't wear her designer gown from the gala; she had changed into a sharp black trench coat, her diamond bracelets hidden beneath her leather gloves. She slammed the door shut, her high heels digging into the floor mat as she turned to glare at Tristan.

Kai demanded, Speak or I’ll cut your tongue. A scoff followed, and I could hear the sound of chains dangling as a face appeared from across us with a wide grin, “As if you could do that here.” It was dark but his face was clear to me. He looked exactly like Kai…no, Like Zef! Except this one does not have any tattoos or piercings like the twins. “What is happening?” I voiced out, confused. Kai stiffened beside me, “You’re the impostor…the bastard trying to copy Zef!”