روايات وقصص ضمن Twins In Transformers

It’s a mix of excitement, fear, and curiosity—like I’ll be the alien on their planet. An extraterrestrial being from another world who just happens to be the soulmate of their rulers. The twins always assure me that nothing bad will happen to me, especially if they’re around. But what if they get too busy once we’re on Szol? Well, I don’t think anyone would dare harm me now that I have Imperial Guards, and I’ve also gained some combat knowledge.

Mom panicked. Dad kept hitting something. "I have tried, but they are not working at all." I thought the worst had passed away, but it was just getting started. "Aaarrrhhh!" I screamed as my bones started breaking and resetting. My spine grew longer and my femurs broke into two. I felt them changing shapes and taking different forms. I turned to look at Mom and Dad. The looks on their faces as they stared at me were horrifying. But that was when I noticed it, the two bright lights speedily approaching us.

“Six previous attempts. Six sets of hybrid children. All dead before age five, except” “Except what?” Kael demanded. “Except the first pair. The 1987 twins.” She pulled out a photograph. Two children, maybe three years old, with silver eyes and too-knowing expressions. “They didn’t die. They were transformed into something else. Something The Architect could control.” Before she could explain further, Aurora started screaming upstairs. Not a normal cry—a sound of pure terror that made the windows rattle. We ran. The nursery was chaos. Both twins were crying, eyes glowing, and every object in the room was floating. Luna’s crib levitated three feet off the ground, spinning slowly.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Zeus stride toward him and lightly smack him on the back of the head. "Stupid brain. Good morning, tay," he greeted before giving me a manly hug. He then turned to the twins and took their hands. "Let us go, Aether and Cronus. Let us play something else," he said, pulling them toward the red carpet in the living room. That was when I saw their collection of toy robots and cars scattered around. Zenon Aether Evangelista-Smith and Zenos Cronus Evangelista-Smith. Our twins. They were four years old, while the quadruplets were already ten.

Eyes that only belonged to the twins, it turns out they inherited it from their father. “Lady Cassia, get up.” He ordered in a stern voice, his gaze shifting to the twins momentarily. Cassia glanced at them and smiled. She slowly stood up straight, keeping her head bowed this time. “I’m really sorry, Alpha, Luna. I’ve hurt the twins and I’ve apologized to them also. I hope that you can accept me again, they love me dearly.” She quipped, risking a glance at Zarek who glared at her in return.

Alec followed suit, and standing near one another, they looked like twin fallen angels sent to steal me away. They had the bodies of warriors, bulky and muscular, adorned with the scars they received in battle. Alec had always been a tiny bit slimmer than Kade, who seemed to pack on muscle unlike any other person I’ve seen. It was such a minute difference that most people wouldn’t notice it. Yet, I did. I noticed everything about the twins.

She was the complete opposite, she a devil in prada heels. And the queen wouldn't be a queen without her possy of idiots. Maria, or as i call her Bobble Head 1, to Riley's left. Maria is the complete opposite of Riley, pitch black hair and brown eyes. And Jennfer, or Bobble Head 2, to the right. Jennifer is more curvey than Riley or Maria, which is probably why shes known for sleeping with half the school. Some teachers too if those rumors are true. A true redhead with green eyes. The gammas fraternal twins. Both bobble heads are such followers their outfits are basically an homage to Rileys. Only difference is they had the common sense to wear tights or leggings under their seriously short

The mirror of her own deceit is beginning to dismantle her tower from within. She laid the pen down flat against the ledger, her gray eyes tracking the dual-timeline diagrams she had spent days constructing. The perfume trail was gone, the air inside her concrete sanctuary was freezing and clean once more, and as the clock on her phone flashed four in the afternoon, Ava knew the tactical shift was entirely secure. Amelia believed she had taken it all, but by running down to the boys' quarters to demand a reaction, the twin who took it all had just proven that her stolen kingdom was already drowning in its own terror.