Doppio Senso Novels & Stories

Yes, the twins have a highly toned body with muscles visible even with their clothing but because the enemies are great in numbers, the chances of winning are almost zero. "We don't want violence," Enric says, calm and composed. "So, just please let us go." "And what makes you think we'll let you?" Sam says looking down at Enric. "Then are you fine with a little spilling of blood?" Emmanuel smirks and rolls up his sleeve, ready to fight. I was starting to get nervous when the two loan sharks started to grip on their knives. The quarterbacks were cracking their necks and knuckles too. Ready to throw punches at any second.

The air in the uncompleted building was thick with the scent of dust and raw, unfiltered desire. I stood in the shadows, my breath hitching as I watched them. Ajayi’s legs were spread wide, her fingers moving with a frantic, rhythmic intensity as she touched herself. Every moan that escaped her lips felt like a needle against my skin.

“Never.” The girls did say they couldn't wait to end each other… or Matteo would kill Dante and then himself. How was this man suicidal? Not like it was always stamped on the forehead, but he just never looked the type. “Wow. I never would've guessed if you didn't say. Y'all make it sound so convincing.” “Of course. The double ‘s’ in Russo is borrowed from the ones in '‘madness’. They're insane and now I am too.”

“This is someone else. She might look like me, but she isn’t me. This girl has slanted blue eyes where I have green.” Amber looked into the bowl and saw the same girl Leah did. She knew immediately that it wasn’t Leah looking back at her. But how could that be? Leah’s twin, Abigail, was separated from her at birth, there was no way that this could be anyone other than Leah. The twin bond was supposed to have been broken years ago. “What does this mean, Mom?” Asked Leah as an ominous feeling began to creep into her. “Is this another version of myself? Someone or something that I should be afraid of?”

~~ 𝑆𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑎 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑣 "𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ 𝑢𝑝, 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦."~~ 𝐿'𝐴� �𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑜 𝐷𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒

He locked himself in his room and just kept drinking. Unfortunately, no matter how many times he got drunk, I never once appeared in his dreams. As he cried helplessly, someone grabbed his wrists. River was staring at him with concern. “Dale, stop drinking. No one can come back from the dead, so you have to learn to let go.” He flung her hands away. His glazed eyes gradually gained clarity, just as disgust and hate filled them. At the next second, he grabbed River by the neck. The hatred in his eyes was about to spur him into action.

Double embarrassment. “No,” I coughed and immediately looked ahead. My heart pounded like crazy as my mind rang with the warning that I could not be having these weird feelings for a man I barely knew for a day. Xavier dropped me home and left right after while I watched him go. I went to my room and slept off. Brrr! Brrr! My buzzing phone woke me up. I grumbled, and picked it up, placing it to my ear. “Hello, Miss Diana,” the voice said and I yawned. “The bank is giving you a day to evacuate the house on the terms of defaulting your loan. You are two years due. Do well to follow the right procedure.”

He walked over and changed it. I giggled, “Anything you want.” He poured himself another cup of wine and then handed me one. “Anything?” he whispered. “Dance with me.” He took my cup and extending his hand to me. I looked at him, smiled and reached for his hand. The radio played an old song, Slow Dancing, by Johnny Rivers. Jason held my hand in his and put the other gently on my waist. I heard him softly singing the words, “and we’re slow dancing swaying to the music, slow dancing, just me and my girl…” I closed my eyes and leaned in close to him. I felt his broad chest against my face, as I had once before, when he held me tight. I felt chills along my back as he rubbed his hand against my

ELENA'S POV I stood frozen behind the polished oak bar, the tray of freshly washed glasses trembling slightly in my hands. The clink of crystal against crystal seemed unnaturally loud in the sudden hush that had fallen over the hotel lounge. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird, each beat echoing the name I hadn’t dared speak aloud. But then, his gaze swept over me as he approached. Cool, assessing, and utterly devoid of recognition. It was the kind of look one might give a potted plant or a perfectly ordinary piece of furniture: polite enough not to be rude, but completely uninterested.

And then he walked away with the man, leaving me in the middle of the most insane room I had ever seen. For about ten seconds, I listened. Then I moved. I know, stupid, but there was too much happening. A woman laughed behind glass. A masked couple disappeared behind a curtain. A waiter passed with champagne like this was a normal Tuesday. I followed a hallway where the music got lower and something else got louder. Shouting and cheering. My heels clicked faster until I pushed through a heavy black door and stopped. The room opened into a ring. People packed around it, screaming, waving money, chanting one name until it shook the walls, “Dante! Dante! Dante!”