Which Member Are You In Twice Novels & Stories

I responded with a glare. The shorter staff cleared his throat. "If you'll both kindly show us your key cards, we can straighten this out." "gladly," I huffed, shoving mine forward. Mr. Smug did the same, sliding his out with infuriating calm. the staff scanned both cards, their brows furrowing. My stomach churned. Finally, the shorter one looked up nervously. "There's been a double booking. Both of you are registered to this suite." I blinked. "You've got to be kidding me."

“Congratulations.” His eyes darken. “You’re enjoying this.” “I’m enjoying you not knowing what to do.” “That’s not the same thing.” “It feels pretty close from where I’m standing.” He looks at me then like he’s trying to reconcile the version of me in front of him with something he already decided I was and it pisses me off so badly. “You think just because we crossed a line once—” he starts. “Once?” I cut in. “Is that how you’re counting it now?”

Heat rose in my cheeks, and Marcus kissed my temple like he knew exactly how overwhelmed I still was. Jarek let the noise settle. “But there’s one more thing.” My stomach fluttered. Beside me, Marcus was practically vibrating. Oh no. I looked at him again. He refused to look at me. Which was an answer all by itself. Jarek’s gaze moved over the room, then landed on me. “A patched member can wear the colors. A patched member can sit at the table. A patched member can stand with this club and be counted as one of us.”

"I can't exactly relate to that, but remember I'm always here for you all through. Whatever step and decision you take, Mariella and I are always here for you." "Thank you Lynn for everything." "Ahhh, that's right. I heard the pack will be enlisting new members to join the military. I hope there will be lot of handsome guys this time around." Lynn gushed, her eyes twinkling. Aria shook her head in disbelief. "Silly girl, what of your mate?" she muttered, hitting her forehead. "Ouch... that's hurt." Lynn whined. "You never can tell, my mate could be among them."

I lost my mind, finding imaginary birds circling around my head. “I could show you a copy of your transactions,” she began and my phone beeped. I held my breathe, refusing to check my email. “So I can't withdraw?” “No, Ma'am. It's blank.” The last word rang a bell in my ears. “Okay,” I muttered. “Did you know who came here to withdraw?” She hesitated for a bit. “Please, I have a bad memory,” I lied. “Sure. It was your husband, Mr. Julian. He made the withdrawal yesterday around noon.”

"Evie's had too much to drink, and she wants you to come fetch her." When I heard those words, I couldn't help but sigh. I didn't really want to go, but I was nothing if not a professional. Might as well see things through. I followed the address that her friend sent me, and I found the private room. The moment I pushed open the door, I heard people inside egging someone on. "Man, kiss already!" "Stewart, did you forget all our rules after not joining us for so long?" "Yeah! You left without saying a word, too! What, were you too good for us?"

I am dumbstruck because I can't believe that I am in the presence of my idol. I have always heard about Daisy Fiato and I have never, even in my dreams, thought that I would meet her one day face to face. “Can't she speak?" One of the twins asks. I know that they are twins because they are identical. They are like the same person twice and it is hard to tell who is who. "I… ahem… I can talk. I am Mia," I say and they all smile and my goodness! I am blinded. A nurse comes in carrying a tray and I didn't see any of them call anyone but who cares.

‍ Stay‍i‌ng. Com‌ing back. Again. And again‍. ‍ And somehow ⁠ they did. ⁠

again. For a moment, Emily felt relieved. During all that time bending over backward to play along with my so-called memories, she'd been carrying two kinds of pain. One was that the woman in my memories wasn't her. The other was the humiliation of being forced to act like someone else. Compared to that, physical pain meant nothing. And so time passed quickly, until the wedding day arrived. We hadn't just reset the date—we'd also switched from a church wedding to a simple courthouse ceremony.

"Oh dear... I'm really sorry. There was a mistake with the booking." "What do you mean by a mistake?" Maeve asked with a frown. The landlord opened the folder. "You both have valid contracts." "..." "..." "How did that even happen?" "I had a former assistant. He accidentally encoded the same unit twice... and confirmed both bookings." Maeve pressed a hand against her forehead. "Sir... there's only one unit." "I know." "Then why do both of us have keys?" The old man scratched his head again. "That's exactly the problem."