What Happen To The Dolan Twins นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Raising her hand to wave. “Hey, it’s your Uncle Dan!” It’s my friend Keegan. Is that my Uncle Ben? Calling them over to us. “Hey, my name’s Taylor.” Hi, I’m Cleo. Magnolia. Dolphin. Blue. “This is my daughter, Sadie.” My little girl, Petal. This is Anastasia. Lola. Jean. Because names aren’t really important. Just a collection of sounds we give to each other. I guess any word or sentence is, really.

“How long have you been sleeping with her?” “On and off since high school.” Landon lets out a huff, and I see him shake his head. “She isn’t at all who I thought she was.” “Is there anything else we should know?” Lincoln’s tone tells the story that he is through with this conversation. “I….um…..” Oh no, I think there’s more. I almost don’t want Neal to say anything else, or the twins may just lose their s**t. “She had me make the call to bring you back to the territory.” The call…what call? I stand up and look at my mates. I can see their minds hard at work, and so many emotions pass through their eyes. They look at each other simultaneously, and I swear they would shift right here and now i

Nick threatened, glaring at the new edition sports sneakers on her feet. Dalia took the threat seriously and tucked her foot away, hiding it behind the UPS system. “My mouth is sealed,” she said, zipped her mouth, and threw the invincible key away. Turning her body back to the screen, she cracked her knuckles and resumed typing at her keyboard. Nick began walking toward the door of the tower, but Dalia stopped him as his hand touched the doorknob. “A piece of advice, brother. You might want to get prepared for making the hardest decision of your life. This history of the twins? It's a tangled one that will take a lot of strong will.”

Ethan’s grip tightened on my waist, his fingers digging in just enough to remind me who held the power. He pulled me closer, his body radiating dominance. “She’s very real, brother.And she’s mine.” A tense conversation followed — cold greetings masking deep, hidden resentment. Ethan asked about Dan’s time abroad. Dan gave short, clipped answers, his eyes never leaving mine. The air crackled with unspoken accusations and old rivalries between the twins. After a few painful minutes, Dan’s shoulders slumped. Heartbroken, he looked at me one last time, pain and confusion swirling in his eyes.

“Everything will be fine, baby. It'll just be a chat with my warriors.” I watched them disappear into the bedroom, leaving me alone in the living room surrounded by broken glass and the echoes of our lust. I knew this conversation would change everything: my secret as a rogue, my relationship with the Alpha, and the twins' future were hanging by a thread. *** From Dilan's point of view I planned to spend the whole day fucking Katherine, melting into her until exhaustion forced us to talk about the future. However, I wasn't expecting the twins so early. As soon as we entered the room, I felt their judgmental stares burning into me like hot iron.

Chapter Seven Over the last few days, things have been hectic. The twins have been preparing for the ball and trying to keep all the rogue problems under control. They haven’t been able to catch one to interrogate them because every time they would catch one, he would mysteriously die, and Dillion and Daniel had to enlist Jaxson and their dad John to help them figure out what is going on because no matter what happens they can’t seem to figure out how the captured rogues die suddenly.

Trent answers, a grim look on his face, " I didn't think much about it on the day, but since they haven't been seen since...It's just a little too convenient for it to be a coincidence, that's all." "What is?" I ask, growing impatient with his lack inability to spit it out. "The Southerland twins, they asked my patrol partner and me to switch with them. That was originally our post," Trent replies, meeting my eyes, an unspoken understanding passing between us. "And now they're gone?" I ask, to which I am only met with awkward silence as the other warriors glance between themselves. Why do I feel like this assignment will lead me to more questions than answers for Damon?

We had suffered so much, yet our husbands didn't believe us and didn't even care about us! Back when my twin sister and I married the Smith twins, our story made the front page of the Avalon Times. Everyone said it was fate—the perfect match. Twin sisters marrying twin brothers sounded like something straight out of a fairy tale. People sent us their blessings, calling it the most romantic story of the year. But now? That fairytale had turned into something else entirely. Our marriages were far from perfect. They weren't even happy. They were devastating. "Lily, look at Annie's post," I choked, handing the phone to her.

When I turned down the hall to the bedrooms, the twins were pulling on clothes and trying to race out. “Where are you going? What happened?” I asked. Dylan paused for a moment. “We were with Anastasia, then… then we smelled it and knew it was her!” he started to answer breathlessly. “She was standing there and both of us knew it was her. We called out to her but Anastasia—” He rolled his eyes. “She was a bitch to her. She ran away and we need to find her.” “Yeah… none of that makes sense. You’re going to have to better explain,” I ordered.

The twins kept their gazes easy, but the tension was razor sharp. Then I looked left. Cole Harrington. My blood iced. And beside him....Donovan Kerr. I didn’t speak. Didn’t need to. My twins stiffened like wolves scenting blood. Callum’s hand clamped on my knee. Keiran’s lips brushed my ear. “Dinnae look again, mo chridhe. They’ve clocked ye.” Declan’s voice was a low growl. “What’s the play?” Rory muttered, “Could confront, but this is MacDonnell turf.”