Two Face Novels & Stories

she pauses and sighs, realization washing over her, “…is it Matteo?” “It's always Matteo” a tear falls from my eyes, “he can never leave my system Aunt Gil, he is always in my head, in my heart…everywhere, I can't seem to flush him out of my system.” “Even despite your love for Dex?” “Even despite my love for Dex” I sit up, “it's like I'm being pulled in two different directions and I can't seem to choose and I pride myself with facing dilemmas head on” I chuckle, “just not this one”

The way they smiled at each other made them look like the perfect couple. The moment our eyes met, a shiver shot through me, and I couldn't help but tremble all over. The pain from that fatal fall in my previous life crashed over me. The smile on his face disappeared right away, and his eyes turned cold when he saw me. Coco's voice was timid, but there was a sly look in her eyes. "Please don't get the wrong idea, Wynne. The stage suddenly collapsed during the event, and I fell. Mr. Swanson was just kind enough to bring me to the hospital…"

And he kissed me again, deeper, deeper still, until the world narrowed to just the two of us—to his touch, which made it painfully clear that I wanted him just as fiercely as he wanted me. No force. No hesitation. Just two people falling into something neither of them could control.

The door opened, and they entered the grand entrance hall of the mansion. Ricardo entered with a smile on his face, accompanied by only two more men. On the other hand, Freya looked serious and didn't know exactly who to look at first. They all stood side by side, staring in their direction, and Freya felt like she was walking towards a firing squad.

I silently shone my phone's flashlight downward. The light shone on the pink bunny slippers under my bed. They were right where I remembered them to be. The Leah who stood before me was barefoot. How creepy. There was a Leah who could easily move in the dark, but there was also another Leah who was supposed to be wearing her slippers and had night blindness. One of them had flawless skin, while the other had a wound on their face. An absurd thought entered my head, but it was the only explanation that made sense. They were two different people!

“Is this another version of myself? Someone or something that I should be afraid of?” “No, my Love, there is nothing to fear or worry about,” said Amber, but Leah could see the concern on her face. Her mom had a bad poker face, always showing exactly how she felt. This worried Leah to no end. How could this be? Could Abigail really be the face in the bowl? Wondered Amber, daring not to say a word to Leah for she had no idea that she was part of a twin. Leah was an only child, as far as Leah was concerned. Amber had never revealed to Leah that her twin had been separated from her at birth and she wasn’t about to now. Not today. But she knew that she would have to eventually tell her… when the

He muttered under his breath and walked out of my bedroom. "He is upset," Shalini murmured. "Do you really want to get married to the guy who makes you wait for two days to reply to a message?" I asked her. "We are different when we are together. We are all fools in love anyway. Like you, either I will get my closure or I will have my happy ending." "Fools," I heard Mateo say from my living room. I can't help but agree with him. We are fools in love.

Mia said. “Your face,” Priya said. “I know,” Mia said. “I saw it before you did,” Priya said. “I know,” Mia said. Priya held her gaze in the mirror. “Look at where the face went,” she said softly. Mia looked at herself. At the specific quality of a face that had arrived somewhere. “Yes,” she said. Priya put her arm around her briefly. The Priya gesture — fierce and brief and entirely meaning everything. “Come on,” Priya said. “The mountain is waiting.”

Reva's POV “Reva?” Nico asked when I walked down the stairs in a green sequin dress. I noticed the way he stared. He stood completely still as I came down the stairs. His eyes stayed on me. “Are we not leaving?” I asked, trying to break his gaze. He looked up at my face. For a few seconds he said nothing. Then he stuttered. “Yes… we… we should go now.” I was shocked. The great Nico Castellano, the Italian cold Mafia Don. The man who never showed weakness is actually stammering like a fool. It felt so surreal.

Midnight stated coldly while his eyes were full of boredom. "Now, now that's not how you greet your cousin Night," Dr. Zithea stated with a mischievous grin and provoking Midnight. "You annoying brat, stop talking. You still owe me something," Midnight said with a glare. "Yea, yea, I'll replace your console. Sheesh, you're rich; you don't need me to be doing that," Dr. Zithea said, then rolled her eyes as a sign of annoyance.