Novel & Cerita Twin Mask Rulebook

"No… impossible! You're lying! You're trying to trick me! I want a DNA test!" But the truth was already plain to most. The resemblance was undeniable, no matter what she screamed. I slipped a folder from my bag. "Here. Paternity test results for Nick and Nathan Winston—your twins—with Jeremy. See for yourself." I tossed the file onto the table. Janey fumbled through the pages, her hands trembling, until she reached the final result. Her knees buckled. "No… no, this can't be real! You forged this report! You wanted my boys so much you faked this report!"

“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.

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?”

Pockmark Mask now. ***

The text was embossed in silver. THE TWELVE COVENANTS OF THE VANCE ESTATE The Mirror Rule: You shall not speak to, touch, or acknowledge the woman in the mirrors. She is not your reflection. She is a legacy. The Blood Toll: Every Tuesday and Friday at 06:00, you will report to the East Wing infirmary. You will provide 450ml of blood. Do not eat for twelve hours prior. The East Wing: The East Wing is off-limits. To enter is to forfeit your life.