Twinkets Novels & Stories

I pleaded to him. He hesitated a lot but looked pityingly at me. "Okay no need of your help," Chris snapped at him. “Wait, I will help,” he said at last and kept his hand to open the room. “PASSWORD CORRECT,” We three entered the room. It’s way bigger than I imagined. It’s like a company, infinite androids are working in front of the screen. Sincerely. many rows and columns seats filled by androids. Above all, a large screen fixed, it shows different images of the universe, planets. They are keeping track of everywhere.

"I won't ruin your happiness, Wendy. Because if you're happy, of course, I'm happy too. After all, sadness made me grow up, I don't want to grow up! I don't want to be as big as you, and not be able to ride a tree slide anymore." "Smart boy," said Wendy after a short laugh. Peter's eyes shifted to Wendy's necklace pendant. A dry walnut with an arrow-pierced hole in the middle. "Hey, that's my kiss!" Wendy then fingered the locket, and her cheeks blushed. "Right." "You still have it?" "I never let go." “I also have a thimble from you here....” Peter pointed to his lips. "Unfortunately not seen." Tink, who had been watching with a jealous face, pulled Wendy's hair, asking for attention.

They'd survived their first year, overcome James's medical crises, developed into healthy, happy three-year-olds. Lucy organized a small celebration. Just family and a few close friends. Cake and presents and the boys' favorite dinosaur decorations. Catherine helped set up, her eighth birthday confidence showing. "Jackie wants the blue dinosaur, Jamie wants the green one. I know because I asked them." The twins ran around the living room in their party hats, Jackson chasing James, both boys laughing. "Look at them," Rachel said, watching the chaos. "You'd never know what they survived."

***************************** [Flashback] The subtle scent of the grass and wildflowers surrounded a not-so-peaceful orphanage near the suburbs. Children with different personalities ran around the area; the younger ones played while the older ones simultaneously helped with the chores. Cries and laughter echo within the thin walls of the old building of the orphanage every day, transforming into silent sobs in the evening.

Chris asked. “I've heard of it. What about it?” Tanya asked. “She's the head of twinkle.” Chris said. Tanya's face soon had a look of surprise on her face. “Really?” Tanya asked, surprised and excited. Twinkle is a fashion company. A company that produces a lot of clothes, which models, actresses, great and highly respected people all over the continent wears. They are known for transforming rags into fashionable wear. Their clothes are worn by all high class people, including governors and the president's wives.

(Katelyn’s POV) They finished playing their little game of musical chairs and then we were off, driving into the night as we tried to escape Harlan yet again. As Ryder drove, Tyler pulled out all the first aid supplies he'd purchased and I couldn't help but frown. "Oooh! Disney Princesses! Nice!" I remarked with enthusiastic sarcasm, gesturing to a box of bandaids. "It was this or Winnie the Pooh," he replied with a wry smile.

“For the twins.” The room went still. My hand trembled as I touched the lid, but Aaron’s grip came down, stopping me. “Don’t,” he growled. Dorian’s mouth tilted faintly, not quite smug, not quite sad. “It’s not a weapon, Aaron. Just a gift.” My pulse pounded, but curiosity overruled fear. Slowly, I lifted the lid. Inside lay two delicate silver rattles, engraved with tiny vines twining into blossoms. They gleamed under the chandelier, elegant but simple. Precious.

Chapter Two “Do you know what Thor’s favorite word from my vocabulary is? It starts with an ‘a,’ then a ‘tta,’ and ends with a ‘ck,’” Nick said, standing at my back while Thor kept barking. “That’s not funny, Nick,” my voice shook as I went closer to grab my phone, which was on the floor. “He doesn’t like you. He must think you snuck in without permission, but that’s not true,” Nick said from behind without moving an inch.

“Gee Fox? You're just a toy and always will be—” “Gia?” A voice cut through my haze, and I turned to see Bobby, the manager of the club. “Yes, Bobby?” I replied, peeling off my coat to reveal my micro mini skirt that showcased the black thong underneath, knee-high transparent black socks, heels, and a cropped corporate white shirt, complete with a tie to fit tonight's high school theme. “Private room service. Tobias Whitlock,” he said briefly.

I can communicate entire sentences with these babies. “Okay, last choice before I retire from this lame job.” Teagan shakes a pair of Jimmy Choo knock-offs at me. “Calf busters. Thigh flexers. Butt lifters. You cannot go wrong with these suckers.” I snag them out of her hand. “You must be high. How am I supposed to twerk it out with those on?” Teagan rolls her eyes. “What … you’re going to start licking sledgehammers now, too? Shall I get the foam finger from your dad’s closet?”