Novel & Cerita Twin Takes Manhwa

That hope that one has is what ends up killing you because every time nothing happens that hope slowly flickers out before it leaves you with emptiness. I keep going back to that night the first night me and Xavier had sex and how different it was this time. Last time it was all these emotions running through us lust, betrayal, guilt, and hate. It was the mate bond controlling us. This time though it was more us than the mate bound, there was lust, but mixed in with passion, I didn’t hate him. I didn’t feel betrayal, but there was still a those surrounding us that night, well more Xavier, and that ghost was my twin. I sigh while I keep looking out into the ocean. My safe place.

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.

However, she couldn't shake her pain or stop the tears, so in order not to depress anyone else, she wandered off to be by herself and drink the betrayal of her loss away. She heard steps behind her, but didn't turn around. She hoped that if she ignored them, they would go away. They didn't. Instead, they sat down beside her, their knees up to their chest and their arms wrapped around their legs. Karla wiped the tears away, not wanting the person to see her hurting. It was futile. Her pain was obvious and, to the person beside her, there was nothing Karla could hide. Twins know things about each other that no one else knows, like when the other is hurting.

It was clouded with my juices and I silently swore to keep the treasure for him alone. My mind went wild with imaginations as he gently dropped me on the ground. He had been my brother few hours ago but turned mate. There are things even in my reslience I had not thought of. The thought of ever becoming a Luna had never crossed my mind. Even as I we parted ways and I walked back to my 'hell' I had to pinch my skin to reassure myself that it was not a mere dream. I lay down on the cold floor again. This time with a smile... not hide my pains but to ease my synergy. It was like an ointment to my soul that would keep me going like a nuclear -powered system.

“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.

But, alas, reality proved to be far different from my dreamy expectations. Ashley was always the better twin with good grades, a spot on the cheerleading squad, beauty, and brains. Even when I did well, she outdid me. She consistently received A's, and if I managed to get an A, she would get an A+. She was asked out by all the cool boys in school, except for Trevor Coleman, who was dating Tiffany. Their relationship always seemed toxic to me, so I disliked them both.

They clearly looked interested so I continued. “The girl woke up to a new place, the packhouse of the twins! And they found out she’s their mate. But this is against nature, they should only have one mate, so the twins have to chase the rogue girl and made them fall in love. They compete with each other and eventually, the young girl fell in love with a twin.” Darina’s eyes twinkled, “Oh, what is the name of the twin?” “Mother, who is that story?” Asked Darian who was still processing it. Mateo was just silent and waited for me.

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.

I fell on the chair. He’s right. Nothing changes the fact that he is my brother and my twin. I always thought back in the past that because we are twins, we will live together forever, doing everything together, having each other's backs because that is how twins are to function. But I find myself drifting further away from Eric. It’s even more like we are strangers. God made me the stronger one and him kind of the weaker one. I’m to be his strength and him my weakness. But I don’t have a weakness because everything is my weakness.

they both called out. I cried harder as I hugged them tightly, overjoyed. “Kuya, I think we hurt him!” the girl scolded her twin. “Tsk! He won’t get hurt, Enna. Look at his body—it’s all muscles!” the boy replied with a grin, making me smile through my tears. “True,” Enna agreed. “My twins,” was all I could say as I embraced them tightly and closed my eyes. “If this is just a dream, please… don’t wake me up,” I whispered. But then someone kissed my cheek and said: