Twisted Never After Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

Waking up today wasn’t my intention. I had a long day ahead of me and of course, I’m always the one who has to work hard. I wasn’t an adopted child, I wasn’t a stepdaughter, but I had an annoying twin sister. Veronica Summers, my identical twin was the opposite of me. She was pampered more by my mum and dad and always caused trouble - of course, I’m always the one to be blamed.

** One year later. The twins’ first birthday was a whirlwind of balloons, cake, and laughter. Alejandro and Antonio—named after Andres’ grandfathers—clapped their tiny hands as the family sang, their giggles filling the air. Celia sat nearby, frail but smiling, her eyes shining as she watched her grandsons. Shortly after the twins celebrated their first birthday, the house was quiet. Celia lay in her bed, surrounded by family. Ainara held her hand while Santino held the other. Andres was there with Jaime, who couldn’t stop sobbing even though he knew this moment would come.

“Don’t even think about it,” Archer grumbled as he took a shot of whiskey. He was back in New York after they had successfully done the revenge. He had heard about the absolute fear that trumped the witches’ camp. It was purely delightful. The best part was that they had no idea that it was the werewolves that did it. Clarissa had been right. He needed to believe in his ability to make the most as a leader. He had never had a doubt before, but his mother’s words had been taunting at best. But now, he felt so much better that he had done what he did to the witches.

"Oh, I thought he is your mate or Endrich? Are you all partners here? Fascinating but it twists my stomach out of nowhere" "Donna is mine" another guy came. Donna smiled and approach the guy. "You are?" I asked gesturing to him. "Atreyu Windsor alpha of evergreen pack" then he is the other guy yesterday. "Nice to meet you all" was it nice to meet them? I'm glad to know them but seeing them forms a pain inside me that I can't explain. "What's that?" I ask when an eagle landed on Idris's hand with an envelope with it.

He crossed his arms and rested his elbow on the armchair, his palm supporting his tilted head as if he were assessing the children. “Tales,” Raja called out, indicating he was scared. “I know,” was all Tales could mutter as he didn’t look away from the man’s face. He stared at it as if engraving the man’s face into his memory. He clenched his teeth. The man smirked darkly and stood at the center of the mezzanine. “Welcome to Twilight Organization. I am happy and excited that some of you will be part of our family,” said the twisted man.

I thought again. But just then, I began to perceive a sweet scent of cologne mixed with ginger, so sweet that I could not help but to sniff. My legs were shivering, and my lips were shaking with excitement. But I didn't know what was making me so happy and also making my legs Shiver hard. Then, I heard the word that made me Shiver with even more excitement. "Mate! Mate!" My wolf screamed at me. I could feel the mate bond now, so strong that I wanted to be one with him forever.

I looked down at my fists, slowly relaxing them before my gaze cut to his clenched ones. "I think you should too." He huffed out a breath and unclenched them, walking beside me to get inside the school. I stopped in my tracks when I saw two girls, one of them Scarlett and one of them, another bimbo pinning Dahlia to the lockers as Chelsea held a white paper in her face with a taunting smirk. Me and Brandon made a beeline toward her and Dahlia's eyes cut to mine portraying her relief. I smiled at her and a pleasant feeling wrapped itself around my heart, at her confidence that I would have her back.

Selfish, stupid girl. “You, just never try to talk with her like this, this is the last and only warning I am giving it to you. Take it as whatever you want to, black mail or threat, but just know that I can’t bear anyone talking to twinkle like this.” He spoke, striding forward, with him standing in between me and her. Extremely protective and possessive about her, I don’t know whether to cry or rejoice that after year’s I had listened to the name twinkle from someone’s mouth. It is only and only Deven who would call me this. I later realised it was not meant for me, he was not connecting me as twinkle, what he said was unexpected and confusing. Breaking all my hopes and a executing the pa

Her back stiffened with his words and she couldn't tell if he meant it or not, with how calm he was being. She eyed him as he lifted his hand, slowly, as if giving her every chance to drive the glass forward. She didn’t though. Her arm felt locked in place. Two fingers caught the wrist holding the bottle and she let out a scream at the sudden contact. Her fingers felt numb with fear, an immense amount of fear flowing through her veins. “Drop it, cara mia.” Her fingers spasmed open almost before the command finished registering. The broken neck clattered against the marble, spinning once before dropping and shattering into piece.

The cousins followed with broken cries, bodies shaking as they were flooded with thick, warm loads that overflowed and ran in creamy rivers across the altar. When it finally subsided, the family lay in a glistening, sticky heap. Sophia looked into the camera, eyes blazing with defiance and satisfaction. “You tried to burn us. Instead, you made us immortal.” Aurora, breathless and glowing beside her, smiled softly. “We’re still here. Still fucking. Still yours.” The stream shattered every record once again. Later that night in their bed, the sisters lay facing each other in the dark. Aurora’s fingers traced the drying trails of milk and cum on Sophia’s skin.