Novel & Cerita Addams Family Twins

"Mama, when Uncle Marco touched his nose just now, it was exactly like Papa. And the way he talks, too. It feels the same." My chest tightened. I crouched and wrapped her in my arms, pressing my mouth to her ear. My voice trembled despite my effort to steady it. "That's because they were twins, sweetheart. Papa's already in heaven. He won't be coming back. From now on, I will do everything I can to protect you." She nodded without fully understanding and buried her face against me. I looked up. Across the crowd, my eyes met Giovanni's. He stood at the church doors with his black suit collar loosened. The mask was gone. Naked hatred stared back at me. It was dark and poisonous, waiting to str

As they walked back to the car, Astrid counting her winnings one more time just to rub it in, both twins kept staring at her like they were seeing her for the first time. “So,” she said cheerfully, “what else should we bet on today? I’m on a roll.” “Absolutely not,” both of them said at the same time. “You’ve already taken years off our lives with that race,” Zade added. “But you won thirty-five thousand dollars,” she pointed out. “We’d give back every penny to not have to watch you nearly die again,” Zarek said seriously. But he was still smiling. They both were. Their little human continued to surprise them every single day, and neither of them would have it any other way.

Ethan frowned heavily at the sight, but he still performed a routine examination of me and my pup's vitals out of occupational habit. The cloying stench of blood hit Toby with such force that he instinctively recoiled, his hand flying to his nose. The oppressive heat had already begun its grim work, accelerating the decay of our corpses. He stood outside the basement, refusing to take another step inside. "What the heck is Joyce doing? She's stunk up the whole basement!" he complained. Barney lowered his head, not daring to make a sound, and simply glanced at Ethan from time to time. Ethan took off his gloves with a solemn expression on his face. "It's confirmed that Luna Joyce and her pup a

And still… here I was. Drawn to them. Again. Against reason. Against vengeance. Against the oath I had sworn over my parents’ graves. I stopped at the edge of the clearing, my breath catching when I saw them waiting. The Ligaya twins. Two figures framed by the pale wash of moonlight, shoulders squared, wolves bristling beneath their skin. They looked like shadows carved out of the night itself…dangerous, unyielding, every inch of them a reminder of what I had sworn to destroy.

The bright radiance struck the polished white marble flooring in long, geometric bars, illuminating the warped plastic housing of the dead network injection dongle that lay between the identical twins like a broken monument to a shattered forgery. No one moved for three long, agonizing heartbeats, the physical atmosphere inside the grand gallery locking into an absolute domestic finality. Amelia stood trembling in the center of the floorboards, her chest heaving violently beneath the fabric of Ava's stolen emerald silk blouse, her dark, wide eyes staring wildly at her twin sister’s rigid, silent form. The unhinged scream of pure envy had completely drained her baseline energy, leaving her pa

Looking at his direction, I nodded slowly to confirm. “See? This is why I don’t want you to leave New York.” Adam snapped. He was clearly miffed that I almost lost his “favorite nephew and niece.” “Don’t be too hard on Cassy. The twins are precocious and surprisingly independent. But they were intelligent and smart. They can hold their own in case of emergencies.” Caleb interjected. While I was grateful for Caleb for coming quickly in my defense, I braced myself for the storm Adam was about to launch.

All his siblings were seated having breakfast, but they were all immersed in their various conversations. Thomas, the brother closest to Adrian in age, was talking with William, the oldest of one out of the twins; they were no doubt talking about some football game. Alex, the other twin, was bugging Isla, the youngest and the only girl. All in all, it was a normal breakfast in the Tremont household.

“Adrian has a twin?” “Yes,” Maya answered. “Damien Kane. You haven't met him? He was the one projected for fame, when they were younger.” “I have seen Damien. Surely, I would know if they are twins,” I laughed. “Oh, I heard he grew a beard, to look different. Here, let me show you.” She typed a bit on her phone and then handed it to me. “See,identical twins.” It was true. Two boys standing side by side, with the same jaw structure, the same eyes. I could tell Adrian immediately, he stood with a sense of duty, but the other brother, there was something missing in his eyes.

“I won’t accept a living donation. No matter who matches, I won’t take it.” “Louis!” Mainard looked at his brother, feeling helpless. On the sofa, Adora cradled the twins in her arms, one on each side. Her refined features carried an indifferent expression, her eyes dim and lifeless. She had known he wouldn’t agree. Normally chatterboxes, the twins fell silent at the sight of so many stern-faced adults, their godfather and uncle both looking furious. They stayed obediently in their mother’s embrace. Sherry kept quiet through it all.

Liora asked as Lily handed her the phone. “See,” Lily said. Liora took the phone, her brows pulled up in a puzzle as she stared at the screen. Fiona moved closer to look at the phone too. There they were, her twins, with their cute smiles dancing like they had no care in the world. “These are Amelia and Adrian?” Liora asked, looking up at them. “Yes, and they are being called the Shirt Twins,” Lily said, pointing at the hashtag. Liora looked at the screen again, and she could not bring herself to get annoyed. The joy on their faces was heavenly, and when the other kids joined them, it became brighter.