The Mafia's Twins

"Or should I say, Soralina Russo?"The words rang in my head the firing bullets,  while my own breath hitched in my throat.How does he know that name?The more I remain silent, the more his smirk grows as he stands up to his full height, stalking towards me.He knows. He knows who I am. He knows I'm Soralina Russo."Go to your room. Lock the door. Don't open unless it's me. Go." I whisper to Theo in Italian, our native language, which we never use unless we need to be secretive and the things that only needs to be shared between the two of us.Theo knows that this is used only in the most important occasions, because no sooner have I said it, she begins walking backwards while I shield her with my body to keep her from the prying eyes of the men. Once she is nearest to the staircase, Theo breaks into a run, rushing upstairs before I hear the clicking of a door, knowing she is safe inside.Although she

They are here...to Kill me?Am I surprised? No. Just...unable to wrap my head around everything.They want to kill me, but I can't let them do that. I can't let them kill me.Theo needs me. She has no one but me. I can't let her go to that monster. I have to protect her.But more importantly, I can't let them kill me, because I want to live.I don't want to die yet. I want to live and grow old, looking after Theo until she grows up, marries, gives me grandchildren. I want to spend the life a normal mother should.Am I being selfish? Are we considered selfish, just because we want to live?I once believed so. I had blamed my other half for wishing to live, For valuing her life over other's. I had blamed her, but now I'm wanting the same.I don't think we are selfish, I think we are just being humanly by displaying these desires. It's just...normal.I guess.Suho is saying something, but I no longer hear a thing. He

Italy, 2014Summer Holidays were finally over, and it was time to get back to school, much to the youngsters displeasure.While the more studious couldn't wait to get their lessons started, the careless ones groaned out in annoyance, not ready for boredom life to start again.And one of that careless one, was Agatha Russo.Agatha groaned as she remained passed out on her Queen sized bed, her hairs all over the place and her bed a tangled mess around her.Above her hovered her maid, who was debating what would be the best way to wake up the young Miss."Miss Agatha? Miss Agatha wake up. Wake up. You have school today. Wake up!""Get lost." Agatha groaned while the maid sighed in frustration. She pulled the blanket away, which was a really bold move for a maid, and especially for the maid of Agatha Russo.When the blanket was pulled away, and the coldness begin to seep into her skin, her eyes shot open, and insta

"So did you find a partner?" Sam asked with fake enthusiasm again, while they walked to their next class together. Halloween party was three days away, and Sam and the others were still to find partners."No." Was Agatha's reply, making Sam stop moving as her anger begun to boil in the surface. "What the fuck Agatha do you have no intention to attend the party?""Don't you?""What?""I said," Agatha turned around, glaring at her friends. "Don't you have any intention to attend the party?"Sam and the other's looked confused. "Well of course we-""Then why haven't you found anyone yet? Why is me finding a partner your concern when you haven't even found one yourself?"Because bitch, if you don't find one and we do, there's a high chance you will steal one of ours. But you don't know that you dumb bitch.Agatha knew, she just wanted them to admit it.But of course they wouldn't. So she did it herself.Stalk

Agatha’s eyes closed and reopened again, her mind in a daze while all she saw was occasional lights blinking at her. Little did she know that it was she herself blinking at them. Her body felt on fire. Every single fibre in her body felt like lava had been coursing through them, and that her bones where melting. What will I look like if my bones melted? Would I look gross? Maybe if my flesh would melt, I wouldn’t look that bad… Agatha had no idea what she was thinking, all she knew was there was immense pain coursing through her body, and that she was lying down on something, getting wheeled away. Maybe…in a bed? Can a bed move on its own? Her eyes tried to stay open for more than thirty second, trying to take a look at her surroundings. When she noticed Romeo, Lucian and Soralina beside her, their faces filled with worry and horror, with Soralina still crying, she closed her eyes again, feeling the pain increase as black dotes begin to appear in her vision. Ahh. The bed isn’