Twin Spirit Detective Mga Nobela at Kwento

Maybe because it was after The twins birthday that their father died . --- Not edited I literally have no inspiration to write these days. I had no idea what to write in this chapter so please bare with it and mistakes... Love you guys.. Muah!❤

Yes, sir. "I see. It looks like one of the contestants is your twin sister. But don't worry, we will find her. " Chief Police said as he stood up and left the room, leaving only Detective Kathy, who was still shivering in the meeting room. She looked down as she let her tears fall from her eyes. ooo

I got situated in my room, closed the door behind me, and took a deep breath. I wondered how I was even going to start looking for the twins. Detective Montez called on my way to New York and reassured me that I didn't need to take the law into my own hands and let him do his work. But I was not going to sit back and do nothing. After taking a shower and eating, I left and went to Don's club. Sebastian had introduced him to me a while back when we were still married. I attended a few brunches with him and their other friend, together with Anastasia.

Since I wasn’t going to be alive much longer, I wanted to spend my last moments with my pup. After dismissing the healer’s suggestion, I walked out of the Temple of Healing. My intention was to find Lucia. We were twins. From the day we were born, we were destined to never be apart, even in death. Amid my journey, Kaden Hems called me on the phone for once. Staring at the caller ID, I recalled that Kaden cut off our mind link. “Can’t you give it a rest even for one day? Just because you’re my mate doesn’t give you the right to mindlink me all day.

I stared at the screen, hands shaking as Jenna's interview played. Reporters swarmed her. She just smiled, calm as ever. "I have a special ability," she said. "I can see from a killer's perspective. That's how I found the serrated knife and tracked him down." The crowd went wild. "No wonder Detective Blake's unstoppable!" "With her around, criminals don't stand a chance!" Then a reporter cut through the noise: "Since you joined, Detective Mercer hasn't solved a single case. What do you think about that?"

He looked pale, he wasn't okay and Fr Tanaka knew it. 'Is this the so-called twins bond I have been hearing about? Because of one, the other looks like a mess. They really are twins. Sigh, I really wish he would cheer up a little bit.' Fr Tanka thought to himself. Mainly looking at Sasuke, he could not help shaking his head. This boy he was asked to take care of was really something else. If not that he knew their secret, he would have thought that his ward was madly in love with his student.

With every stolen glance and tender touch, they discovered new layers of one another, forging an unbreakable bond that defied the boundaries of their existence. However, in the depths of their stolen moments, Damien, Celeste's ever-watchful twin brother, began to sense a change within her. His vampire senses heightened, his instincts honed to detect even the subtlest shifts in energy. The once vibrant sparkle in Celeste's eyes seemed clouded, replaced by a distant longing that piqued his suspicions.

Whatever that had been. He exhaled through his nose, eyes sharp and unblinking as the wind swept up from the water below. She had the face of a ghost. The same storm-green eyes. The same high cheekbones. The same mouth that once whispered lies into his neck in the dark. Isadora. The woman who burned him — stole from him, betrayed him, and vanished into the shadows of Nice with a USB drive worth every secret he used rule. And now, four years later, her twin was here.

But Ava knew that beneath the polished marble and the velvet sectionals, a digital cancer was eating away at her marriage. She looked down at the black ledger in her hand. It was no longer just a collection of memories. It was a complete blueprint of her sister's obsidian soul. Amelia believed that by banishing Ava to the concrete sanctuary, she had stripped her of her power. But she had actually given her the greatest asset an investigator could ask for: absolute, uninterrupted time to hunt down the flaw that would tear the twin who took it all down to the ground.