Twili Loz Novels & Stories

she repeated. Elara nodded. "The twin moons will align in eleven months. If the prophecy is true, if you are the one the voice spoke of, then everything will come to a head on that night." Lyra's mind raced. That means Aldrian, the war, the pack, the white wolf are all connected,...all leading toward that single night in eleven months. "What happens if I fail?" she asked. Elara's expression was unreadable. "I do not know. No one knows what will happen. The prophecy has not been fulfilled in living memory. But I suspect that failure would mean the end of everything we have built."

Rhea Morreti, the female lead and the daughter of a Sicilian gang member; was meant to be a silent spy and was planted in the Vitale family to dismantle them from within, under the guise of an arranged marriage with Adriano Vitale, the son of a rival gang leader. But when her own brother, Dante, exposes her to further his own agenda, she becomes the scapegoat for a war she never planned to fight alone. Marked for execution, she barely escapes with her life—only to return stronger, deadlier, and carrying a secret that could shake the very foundation of their world. Even though Adriano Vitale never wanted the marriage, he didn’t want Rhea dead, especially since they had fallen for each other.

"It doesn't have to be Lilian always. Give the innocent girl a break. She is just this way. Nothing else." "Then, what the hell are you driving at, for real? If she is not thinking of doing that, what are you trying to say then? I only have two daughters. And I'm telling you that Lilian's way might hamper my business." "We have a bigger reason to be concerned about. "Karina replied, folding her arms to her chest. "I'm listening." "I just got off the phone with Gezelle, Dulce's best friend. And guess what she said to me?"

But my memories of last night were foggy. A text from an unknown number distracted me from my thoughts. “Hey, Abby It's Tiffany. Have you seen the news?” I ran downstairs and turned on the TV to ‘see the news’. The headline was “Werewolf strikes at a party.” I turned up the volume to hear what the reporter was saying. “… A boy named Trevor Coleman was seen with the werewolf last night and is believed to know the true identity of the beast. He is giving an official statement to the police as we speak.

Anne looked up expectantly, wondering if it was a customer and lit up when she saw Gabby and Lola, her best friends. "Hi! It's been a while." She said, reaching out to hug them. "I just lied with your name to my grandma and you show up here, this is fate.." "Yeah I know. She gave me the details this morning. About the twins' birthday and this new mystery guy." "Damn girl, tell us everything!" Lola said, playfully elbowing her. Anne groaned. So typical of her grandma to put her business out there, she thought. "There's no one else except Trevor. She called and some client picked up my phone." She said, going back to prepare buttercream.

Nathan kissed my temple and told me he would come back soon before following Brian. Owen attended some of his business clients, of course, Viola and Brian would invite all the important men in Chicago, including businessmen, politicians, celebrities with whom Viola was close back in New York, socialites, people from fashion industries, no wonder they booked the whole resort just for the engagement party.

Roe said confused. “I may be able to offer insight into that part” Lunaya said softly, she stood up and looked to me for approval. I nodded my head, telling her to go on. “Zelena is also a twin” she said without hesitation. The room was silent, all eyes now searing into Lunaya’s skin. “And you’re only telling us this now?” Roe snapped. She wasn’t holding back any punches, that’s for sure. “I was always going to tell her, I just didn’t know how to” she snipped back,

I said to myself looking our wedding pictures in my phone. Well they all are taken by Mihir and some of Anshika's friends, we were smiling looking eachother but it's all fake and forced. But we're looking good together. It's just the third day of our wedding and she's missing. I take a deep sigh and put my face in between my palms. Rubbing it tired ly. "Mama..mamma..mama, mama" I heard the toddler voice of the twins their first word, thier first word is 'mumma'.

I said with quite a warm voice than my response to his greeting. My response made him to brighten up not just because it was humorous, he inferred that I wasn’t against him petting my dog. “I’m not going hunting today. We are harvesting cocoa around our village. Today is a free day for the squirrels,” he replied, laughing. Before he finished speaking, I stroked the dog on the head. It was looking at me and wagging its tail all that while. “A day after a holiday is always a busy day. You won’t let the squirrels rest tomorrow,” I said, still stroking the dog.

** One year later. The twins’ first birthday was a whirlwind of balloons, cake, and laughter. Alejandro and Antonio—named after Andres’ grandfathers—clapped their tiny hands as the family sang, their giggles filling the air. Celia sat nearby, frail but smiling, her eyes shining as she watched her grandsons. Shortly after the twins celebrated their first birthday, the house was quiet. Celia lay in her bed, surrounded by family. Ainara held her hand while Santino held the other. Andres was there with Jaime, who couldn’t stop sobbing even though he knew this moment would come.