Twin Mask Rulebook Novels & Stories

“I’m doing this. I need this” Tina handed her a red leather mini dress—tight, revealing, and completely out of Janine’s comfort zone. She hesitated but changed silently. The fabric hugged her body, accentuating her curves. Her lips were painted deep crimson, and a glittering black mask covered half her face. “Rules,” Tina said, serious now. “Don’t speak unless spoken to. Don’t be rude—clients come first. Don’t be picky—if he pays, you stay. And most importantly, never take off your mask. It protects you.”

I felt Emily’s gaze fall on me, but I was in my work mode, and I wasn’t really ready to deal with the discomfort her intense gaze gave me. “Emily.” Daniel called out to her and she cleared her throat. “They went missing around four days ago. Their names are Keith and Kiara. Both of them aged four years. They are twins. Keith is male, and Kiara is female.” She explained, her voice coming out hoarsely. Evidence of the fact that she had been crying. It tugged at my heart but I shrugged it off. “Continue. What do they look like? I need a detail to be able to input in my computer.” I said and she continued.

“You’re certainly aware of the rule, aren’t you?” Before Dawson could open his mouth to say a word, Tamsin averted her gaze from him, proceeding, “if you’ve forgotten, revisit the guidelines. Recurrence will prompt a sanction’s motion, and I’ll uphold it,” She met his gaze, her stare unwavering. “The law allows no exceptions, does it?” She declared, throwing his own words back at him from when she'd resisted Alaric’s share transfer.

she reads. For a second, neither of us breathes; it's as if we were afraid it would be our last. Looking down at the book she turned to the last page and read “There's a condition to breaking the curse, the twins have to find their mate, if one finds their mate first that can suppress the curse until the other find his, if the other fail to do that the surge to fight each other will grow until they have to fight it out” That's wild! “ No matter what, we can't win,” I whisper in her hair.

"Well, I will be using this moment to welcome you to the Linux Moon pack. It would be advisable to listen to me attentively because I won't repeat myself after saying the rules." "1st rule, under no circumstances, you're allowed to stare at the Alpha eyes." "2nd rule, whoever is going to serve him, must be nice and smart. If you make a mistake while serving him, it's punishable by death." "3rd rule, you're not allowed to roam around in the pack without doing any work." "4th rule, you have to dress according to the Alpha's mood." "5th rule, you are allowed to mate with the male guards unless you have the permission of the Alpha."

I commanded. Two days and just shooting? I shook my head. She hurriedly ran inside the hideout. I wrapped around my hands a cotton strap. "Mamba hurry up!" I shouted. "Coming!" She shouted back while running back to me. She's holding a pair of red gloves and wearing a white sports bra and shorts. Her face was still covered by her mask. "Number one rule. No punches on the face. We don't want our masks off. Second, no hitting below the belt. We're only using hands here." I raised my hands and gestured for her to enter the ring.

"By the authority vested in me as the pack's beta, I hereby strip her of her Luna status, relegating her to the mere rogue she had entered this pack as. However, she remains Alpha's mate, and enslavement only becomes an option if he rejects her. For now, isolation is her fate. She shall have no contact with anyone or consume any food until Alpha King returns from his journey in three days. On the fifth day, we shall reconvene to determine whether he rejects her or not. Following that, we will ascertain her standing as either a slave or Alpha's mate. This assembly stands adjourned until five days from now when we shall await our Alpha's judgment. Take her to the isolation room and secure her

It was a possessive gesture, yet it steadied me in a way I didn’t want to acknowledge. Inside, the villa buzzed with a quiet danger. Men in tailored suits stood in groups, their low conversations in Italian and Russian mixing with the sound of clinking glasses. The air thick with expensive cologne and smoke carried an undercurrent of something metallic—something that hinted at blood. “Smile,” Nikolai whispered near my ear. “Here, masks matter more than daggers. And tonight, everyone’s armed with both.”

Page 432, paragraph 3 rule 304 ***Every pack will be allowed their Alpha, or their representative, their Beta, or their representative, and no more than 4 warriors compete. It doesn’t say that the Alpha or the representative HAS to be a man. Actually, nowhere in the rule book does it say that only men are allowed to compete. I write this all down on a sheet of paper, trying to disguise my horrible writing and make it somewhat legible, and slide it under her door. The second the paper stops sliding I can hear her walking towards the door. “What the fack is this?” Silence, but I can hear her footsteps retreating further into her room.

Again! As twins, we don't mind sharing females, we've done it a few times in the past, and from the look of things, this girl was clearly out to tempt us. That night, things got heated between us three, the girl was a tease, she not only captivated Ivan and me, but she felt like a drug one could get addicted to. However, just as we were going to mate her, Ivan suddenly stumbled clutching his throat. His eyes flew to her in shock, “Bitch! What did you do?”