Twin Masters Novels & Stories

The crowd parted with the pack members tripping over themselves to get out of the way, and two men stepped forward, standing in the middle of the pack square. The Twin Alphas were here. As much horrifying stories that I've heard about them, I had never set my eyes on them. They had the same face but if you looked closely you could see the striking difference between them. Both were tall with broad shoulders and a lean build. They both had deep brown hair, sharp jaws and a perfectly sculptured face but while one of them had captivating grey eyes that looked like you could drown in them, the other had icy baby blue orbs and they were the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.

Jensen was so excited that he almost forgot about his principles. He had only two goals in life—to care for his sister and to grow stronger. Henry had significantly assisted him with those two. Jeffery arrived on time at 8 p.m. The two elderly men behind him appeared to be quite extraordinary. They were both masters of the Transformative Force. Grandmasters were extremely rare in the world. However, there were many masters of Transformative Force, even if most remained Pinnacle Masters of Transformative Force for the rest of their lives. However, Jeffery's ability to recruit two mid-stage masters of Transformative Force demonstrated his exceptional talent.

This guy! Jason came walking over with his bow and arrow with the little super ninja behind him, and the women came out of nowhere with their nosy asses. Kat was still looking ripe after giving birth to the last set of twins I'd dropped in her, Casey and Cade, who were toddling along beside her as she and her crew came to stick their noses in. "Jason, you and Nia are the only level ten grandmasters that exist that I know of as of now." Mancini beamed with pride, and I rolled my eyes.

Tristan Miller The fifth and sixth arrivals came together, their cloaks brushing against each other as they took their seats. Their masks were identical—twin faces red in color, one smiling, one weeping. They were known as the Twins, and they never spoke individually, only in unison, their voices blending into a single, unsettling chorus. Pasha and Pania. And then, finally, the seventh chair was filled.

She could be right, or maybe they want something from Kendrick in exchange for returning me to him. “Did you mean it when you said I don’t have to go back?” I hug my knees to my chest and look from one striking face to the other. The bed dips either side of me as the twins sit looking down at me. Even with them sitting I have to crane my neck back to look up at them properly, they must both be almost seven feet tall. I never considered myself short, but these two are built like trees, and just as sturdy looking. There is no way I’ll be able to escape the two of them, even with Justice. “Yes, little one, we mean it.” the first twin smiles and his warm hand gently cups my chin. I flinch and cl

I inquire, attempting to shift the focus of our interaction to prevent awkwardness in the situation. Alex, my stepbrother, meets my gaze with a polite nod, his expression composed as he responds, "We're here to see the bike race. Some of Tiffany's friends are participating." The tension in the air eases slightly as he offers this explanation, the conversation flowing more smoothly with the introduction of a new topic. The night is alive with the hum of engines and the glow of neon lights, casting an electrifying atmosphere over the drift show. As the car drifting event comes to a close, the focus shifts to the next thrilling spectacle - a high-energy bike race.

I asked. “The bond we’ve shared wasn’t enough for you to know that it was me, huh?” That voice. For a long time, even at a great distance, I already know that voice is. “My twin really messed up your system, Devon.” Alpha Antonio said. “And Alpha Antonio now turns as asshole as his twin,” I mocked. “It was quite a long time since you’ve had the courage to show your face to me,” I added, thinking about how I shield myself from his attack to his twin. That was our last meeting.

"I knew it. You fell in love with a criminal or a married man, didn't you? That's why there are bodyguards outside. Are they a politician? I told—" "Mom, Mom," I interrupted her. "It isn't like that, okay? They are not criminals or married." "They?" Mom repeated and I gave her a worried look before going back to the door and letting my men inside, their towering heights instantly filling our small house. "Mom, I would like you to meet my boyfriends. This is Zacarias De Toro, and this is his twin brother, Sebastian De Toro." I introduced them nervously and the twins approached my mother who looked like her soul left her body.

“I could swear you look like Charlotte.” “For fuck’s sake,” I hiss under my breath changing directions in a breath. “They're identical twins, man,” Judy interjects, like the bartender is stupid. But the man doesn't relent. He moves his head to the side regarding her, and his mouth presses into a thin line as if he disagrees. “Your eyes. I don't think I'll ever forget—” I reach them and slip my hand around Charlotte's waist. “Is there a problem, honey?” She stiffens at my touch, but my eyes are locked on the bartender, giving him a deadly stare. “Are you bothering my wife?”

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE The silence after the door closed was a special kind of cruelty. It stretched between Carlton and me, filling the room with everything neither of us could say at the moment. I had been stupid. Not only had I slept with my twin sister's husband, I had gotten pregnant by him too. Twelve weeks. Why didn't it ever occur to me, once in that entire mansion to take contraceptives? Why hadn't I thought far enough ahead when Carlton was apparently doing it without a condom, night after night, like consequences were something that happened to other people?