Novel & Cerita Twin Chefs Little Nightmares

Don't make a sound. I creep towards my bedroom, but I can't resist looking in. I don't want to because I know what I'll see, but twelve-year-old Casey's head is drawn to it because the touches of normality amidst the festering chaos always give her hope. The damp that plasters the walls around the window. A framed picture of her and Claire on the wall, one of those school photos, holding hands, smiles a little too stretched. The large, green chintz-edged lampshade. The small gymnastics trophy Claire won in year 4, that sits on the mantlepiece above the electric fire, which only seems to work when it wants to and mostly when you give it a good kick. The blanket that hangs over the curtain pol

Dawn was Juana's mom and the only other person in the family that found her daughter's dreams scary. In two weeks Juana would be thirteen. Thirteen! She would creep into teenage, on the same day Dawn and her boss would be arriving from Australia. Tick! The clock said 7.0 clock. And maybe teenage would bring good things. Juana should have had her coffee an hour ago but she was mentally restless. She got up and went straight to the kitchen still in her pink pyjamas. She picked her mug from the rack and made coffee. Each of the members of her family had their own special mug. Plates. Trays. Cutleries. The kitchen was orderly made. Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday althoug

Sonia deadpans as she flops down onto a chair, her hair sticking up at odd angles from sleep. Plates start arriving, carried by two nervous-looking girls in aprons. Pleasant surprise: it’s the twins. They’re already working in Service. That’s a very good sign. Starting their redemption the hard way—by doing the dishes and scraping burnt food off pans with their bare fingernails. Nothing humbles like kitchen duty.

I didn’t wait, or knocked before pushing the small door serving as the entrance opened with my free hand. I wanted to see that look of surprise on her face as she behold me. However, the sight that met me as I entered caused me to stagger back, a hot fury boiling at the pit of my stomach. There before me was Nyla and my twin brother, Kade lying above her on the floor, half naked. I stood frozen, my face pale as I watched him go from positioning his arms between her head, to leaning down to her neck. He wasn’t going for a kiss like I had thought. Kade bared his teeth at her neck, about to mark her and I realized I couldn’t just watch this play out.

My mother and Alpha Damien had already left for some pack business, leaving me alone with the twins. Great. I grabbed a piece of toast from the kitchen and tried to eat, but my stomach was in knots. Then, just as I feared, Ryder strolled in, his presence filling the room like a storm cloud. “Morning, little lamb,” he said smoothly, reaching for the coffee pot. I ignored him. He chuckled. “Silent treatment, huh? Cute.” I tightened my grip on my toast, trying to control my temper. “What do you want, Ryder?” He sipped his coffee, watching me with amusement. “Who said I wanted anything?”

TRACY’S POV The night before the court hearing, I couldn’t sleep. I sat by my window, staring at the stars. Down in the basement, Alvin’s clone was reading quietly, waiting for my instructions. I walked down the stairs slowly, and he looked up. “Master,” he said softly. “Are we still going tomorrow?” “Yes,” I replied. “And I have to tell you something important.” He put his book aside and stood up straight. “I’m listening.”

Their stomachs growled in unison; hunger won anger They shuffled out, the twins limping side by side, asses swaying sore, cocks swinging free. ‎In the sunlit kitchen, Nagur stood, shirtless in low-slung gray sweatpants that hugged his thick thighs and barely contained his bulging package, the outline of his cock and heavy balls strained against the fabric. He swung his hips to some silent rhythm, spatula flipping eggs with flair, shirtless torso rippling, pecs flexing, abs carved deep, leading into those pants. Grease popped from the frying bacon, the fries almost ready beside, coffee smell was very strong. Cassian leaned in the doorway, smiling wolfish, licking his lips slow at the sight of

They had insisted on sharing a room which was very fine with him, but it was making them even more mischievous and stubborn. “They don't want beef sauce for dinner and insist on eating seafood but we have none available at the moment and it will take so much time to order some and get it cooked in time for them to have dinner” Madam Grace sighs in defeat. Raising the twins was very tiring and they were doing it on purpose.

Tiny proudly stated. Chef is the best when it comes to cooking top-notch cuisine. He takes his profession seriously. But just like the rest of the members of El Latro, he too has a double life. The chef enjoyed torturing people and squeezing information out of them. He used different techniques to make our captives talk. He loves mutilating people and watching them bleed to death. That's the reason why he is also known as the "butcher." "Nice to finally meet you in person, boss." The chef removes his gloves and extends his hand for a handshake.

The twins ignored our presence and even fell asleep while Min and I brainstormed on what we would do with them. "They fell asleep," Min informed me. "That was easy." "We'll wake them when dinner is ready," He advised and I nodded. We sat on the couch facing the television and tried to watch a movie but everything was hard as all our attention was on the girls. They slept for an hour and finally woke up. Min had stepped out to get groceries for the meal he planned to cook and I wanted to be on the twins' good side. "Cake?" I asked and they nodded. I told them to follow me and we went to the kitchen. I gave them big slices of my really sweet overgrown scone and a scoop of ice cream which they