Twin Princess Mga Nobela at Kwento

The thought of disappointing her ached when it was such a simple fix. Luckily, he had until tomorrow to pull himself together. "Your Majesty?" I looked up at the attendant entering the room. "The twins are here." I got to my feet and followed her down the hallway to the birthing room. Amy was asleep, a ripple of healing magic washed over her. The twins were in bassinets. Grace stood over them, looking down with an expression I couldn't name. "I hate it," she said softly. I approached her and peered down, smiling at the two little bundles, each of them wrapped into a royal color: gold for a princess and red for a prince.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

Alice quickly replied. "The Princess?" Miss Martha asked, beside herself with confusion. "Yes Miss Martha. The Princess demands to see my twin sister". Alice said. "Are you sure?" Miss Martha asked. She doubted the twins. They could do and undo. One will always do one thing to save the other from trouble. Nonetheless, she let Alicia go. If it is as Alice said, no problem. If it wasn't, it was a triple problem for Alice. "Thank you Miss Martha". Alice said bowing her head and turning to leave.

“Madonna mia. Look at you. You’re huge.” Emilia swatted her arm, laughing. “It’s been a month! What did you expect?” “Twins or not, you look like you’ve swallowed a melon,” Isadora teased, but her voice was soft with awe. She rested a hand gently over Emilia’s stomach. “They’re really in there. Alive. I can’t believe it.” “They’re fighters,” Emilia whispered, her hand covering Isadora’s. “Just like us.” Their laughter dissolved into another tight hug, the kind only twins could share—the kind that stitched together every wound, every scar.

"We are no different from him, Isaias. If our Angel knows, we have been deceiving her. She will be angry and heartbroken too." "But we never wanted to leave her alone, right? Our princess will understand." Maniac or Psycho, it was a simple understatement for the twins who were smiling smugly. They were truly proud of what they were doing, and they knew honestly, it would lead to a big mess shortly. _________________

" I stared at her tummy in disbelief. Does she mean...? And then I look up, our eyes meet, she is now amusing herself at my expense. "Twins?" "You bet. You don't do half a job, Alpha. An heir and a princess. I won't be left empty-handed"...

Viktor POV “Goddess, I know it’s only been a couple of months but man, I’ve missed this place,” Cedric said with a sigh. I took my seat at my desk and chuckled. “We’ve missed you here, Cedric,” I said. “So tell me. That other girl is the princess? As in, Princess Violette Dubois of the werewolves?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes, my slave princess,” I said. He let out a chuckle.

Luke asked. "Yeah, it's a princess theme so I wanted to make everything look like a palace," Valentino replied. Alessandra squealed in excitement and demanded to be put down by Valentino. He gently put her down and Alessandra ran around the house, admiring all the decorations surrounding the house. "Isn't this too much for a kid's party?" Luke asked. "Nothing would be too much for Alessandra. She's just a kid, let her enjoy these things, okay?" Valentino said.

Fuck. Of course that isn't what happened. The twins enemies did not fucking do this. They did. They got bored of me. They fell out of love with me. Or maybe they realized that they never loved me. They just wanted to fuck me. I was the shiny, new, never before used toy and they wanted someone to have fun and use and that is what I was for them. That shiny, new, never before used toy. That someone they could have fun with. I am such a fucking stupid idiot.