Twixt Meaning Novels & Stories

I did as he requested, he moved closer to examine me. He looked into my eyes. I don't know why they always checked that; I could hear his heart beating faster; it made me smile fondly. Dr.Bernard was back with a bowl of water. "Use this". Damien was startled by his voice. He knocked the water off Dr Benard's hand and it poured on his body. Some amount of the water splashed on me. For the second time, I was completely wrong about Damien. The water poured on the lower part of his body, with his poor taste in fashion, he wore a tracksuit underneath his T-shirt, I could see his dick print because he was damped.

Somehow I can’t stop thinking of going back… But I can’t, I’m doing him a favor remember… ‘Little miss goodie two shoes’ I smile as I hear a very familiar sassy voice in my head “And what’s wrong with being good” I mumble what I always tell her back. I know I can’t hate anyone…but surely ever since I knew the word hate then I’ve always hated one single person.. Abdul Sabri.. He took away something so precious to me…even before I could have it… my brother. Well, my name is Isqaar. No don’t try to pronounce it, If you care much just call me Issy... I got used to that since no-one ever pronounces my name correctly,..

"My parents are pretty welcoming. My mom is a hugger, dad loves firm handshakes. My twin, Annie is like my mom." "Thank you, meeting someone else like me that wasn't my dad, is comforting," she chokes quietly. "Me too, but I'm the only intersex person in my family," I choke quietly. Together we get out of the car and walk in to my parents waiting in the foyer. As predicted, my mother immediately pulls Melanie in a tight embrace. "Sweetheart, I know we're just meeting, but you're welcome to stay in the guest house however long you need," mom chokes in sympathy and Melanie breaks into uncontrolled sobs. "We'll help you figure things out okay?"

And most importantly, what did they want with us? "I hope you can swim," the one at my back whose dark mask had red stitching on one cheek said. "Are we going for a swim?" My blonde friend asked. The other one chuckled, "Something like that." With a grimace, red stitching bent and pushed open a hole in the ground covered by a metal lid. The smell that wafted up was rancid. I covered my nose and my eyes watered. "What's in there?" Trish asked in a small, unsure voice.

she questioned and Nick stared at her in silent "I just found out the most terrible news about myself. I just found out my twin sister has different parents," she said and Nick raised his eyebrow "Yes, Chantel has a different mother and father even though my mum gave birth to both of us. My mum took a surrogate deal and she met with my father and somehow I was born alongside Chantel," she narrated

, she replied and my smile went straight back to where it crawled out from. "Don't call me that", I said with a frown and she rolled her eyes. "Why? Because your cousin Blake calls you that?", Amelia asked as she chuckled and I frowned. "Nope!", I replied and she laughed. "What then, Liam?", she asked as she hit me on the chest. I looked at the area where she hit me and I blushed. Wait, is blush the right word for guys? "Nothing. I just like how my full name sounds on your lips", I said truthfully and Amelia stopped laughing. She stared at me and I stared right back. * * *

Twisted I always had fear of death ever since I became aware of the clock birthmark engraved on my left palm. I always hate celebrating my birthday because it always serves as a reminder that I'll die young. My parents told me that among our generations, I am very different because my two clock birthmarks have the same date. Because of too much curiosity, I tried researching and reading stories and blogs that tackle different painful tragedies.

“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.

Chapter 2 It’s been four years now, and my twins are three years old. Their names are Princess Xenna and Prince Xenno. I really went through a lot during my pregnancy, like constant vomiting and intense food cravings. Good thing my friends, especially Tanya, were always there to help me. I was deep in thought when Princess Xenna tugged at me. "Mommy, please 'gewa' us some cookies," she said, mispronouncing 'gawa' (make) into 'gewa' while making cute eyes. It was adorable enough to make me secretly laugh.

The next thing I know, Tiffany is flying across the vip section. ‘Mate’ Pyro jumps up. He’s been MIA ever since I kept myself away from Amaly. He would only appear when her name is mentioned or when we got a faint scent of her somewhere. He took the barrier away and this time on full force. Feeling himself force the mate bond. ‘I need mate’