Are The Usos Identical Twins Novels & Stories

The moment she saw it, she said, "Zac, you have a twin brother. Why isn't he here?" "He is in the US for business. He will be back in a few days," Zac said understatedly. Hazel got up from the sofa and walked up to the photo. "Which one is your brother?" Zac pointed at the man standing beside him. Startled, Hazel said, "You guys look completely different. Aren't twins supposed to look alike?" "Who says twins have to look exactly the same? I think there are a lot of twins that don't look alike." Zac scratched her nose.

A picture catches my eye, and I snatch the phone from her. "Clinton Steele," I murmur, reading the rest of the write-up. My voice reduces to an inaudible whisper, each word I read about him connecting certain dots in my head. Aaron has a twin brother. Not only that, they're non-identical twins. I tap on Aaron's profile, trying to compare and contrast, but these boys are too damn similar. I mean, even that shallow dimple on the left cheek-they both have it. The same haircut, the same eye color... When I check their I*******m, it's private, so I don't get to dig deeper.

The hospital could give me vital information that I needed to protect my little snow angels. “We’re really leaving?” asked Owen, looking around my bedroom with huge, knowing eyes. Though my twins weren’t identical, they looked strikingly similar, with their shock of dark hair and big blue eyes – until they started to speak. Owen was quieter, gentler; he was brain over brawn, whereas his brother was strong and quick. I was equally proud of them both: Owen’s IQ had recently been tested, and he’d come out with a score of two-hundred-and-twenty. I hadn’t been able to believe it.

Ten minutes later, in an empty examination room, Marcus showed her the DNA results. The doctor’s face went pale. “Where did you get this?” “Doesn’t matter. Is it accurate?” She nodded slowly. “I ran the tests myself. Neither twin is the father. I was going to tell Judith once she was stronger, but…” Marcus’s voice was rough. “Who else knows?” “Only me. And whoever ordered the test.” “Ethan,” Marcus muttered. He thanked her and left quickly, heart pounding. The timeline fit too perfectly. That night in the Thompson mansion. Judith’s tears. His own weakness.

When she arrived, she saw Quad coming out, led by Sole and his wife. Sonnet’s heart started beating faster at the sight of Quad. It was because he looked so much like Tre, whom she had seen in a photo. They were identical twins, and if Tre was the biological father of the children, the chances of a successful match with his twin brother would be much higher... She approached Quad and called out to him, “Quad!” Quad looked up at her and seemed confused, asking, “Who are you?” Sole looked surprised and asked, “Didn’t you say you know our son Quad? Why doesn’t he know you?”

So, needless to say, I was fuming, and of course, to everyone else, it might just look like I was taking their shit. These two were known as ‘the twins’ on campus because of how eerily similar they looked and acted, but the catch was that they were born from two different families; hell, Kristen was older than Donny by four months. Regardless, they chose a day between their birthdays as a day to celebrate and liked to call each other “twin” or “sister.”

“Do you think you can get drunk just from the smell?” Carter and Weston exchanged confused glances as I sat down in my former seat. Weston turned to me, looking concerned, but then I held up the ultrasound for him to see, and his eyes widened. “Twins,” he said, his voice filled with surprise. “Let me see!” Carter exclaimed, snatching the ultrasound from Weston’s hands. “Ooooh.” “Sometimes it runs in the genes,” Weston teased. “You’re going to have your hands full,” Carter chuckled, waving the ultrasound around.

"She looked like she was about to interrogate you on hot coals! But I'm curious, did you seriously think we were the same person?" I blinked again, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "Well, I… didn’t exactly expect there to be two of you…" I mumbled, barely audible but the twins exchanged a glance, their expressions perfectly synchronized in their amusement. Fynn let out another chuckle, and Kai shook his head slightly, though I could see the humor in his eyes. "Don't take his words too seriously. Of course, it's understandable. We get that a lot." "Yeah, but usually not in situations where someone is kissing one of us and confusing it with the other," Fynn added, his grin widening.

"And because I'm tired of watching what happens when women in this house don't have information." "Women like who?" "Like Lena. Like you. Like every person who married into this family thinking they understood the terms." She opened the folder, pulled out a photo and placed it face-up on the desk. Two boys. Maybe eight years old. Identical. Standing on either side of a woman I recognized immediately as a younger Lena Voss. "Nico and Eli," Iris said. "Twins. Born four minutes apart. Raised as one person from the time they were twelve."

“He used my power against me and it hurts. Oh, goddess, it hurts.” The Hunter she had tried to command shook his head with a chuckle, and as both men closed in on us, I picked up on an unsettling detail. They were practically the same person. Identical twins. The observation had barely registered before one of them called out. “You shouldn’t have come here,” he said. Then his double finished: “Now, this will be the last place you ever see.” It was eerie to listen to the similarities they shared even down to tone and cadence, but there was no time to dwell on it. Malcolm and I shared a look, and without a word we both stood to our full heights, each facing an opponent.