Bella Twins Feet Novels & Stories

It was Sarah. "Maggie, it's Sarah," her warm voice greeted her. A genuine smile spread across Maggie's face. "Hey, Sarah”. Sarah's tone was lighthearted. " Hey there. I am just calling as usual to check on you and my favourite twins. How are you all doing?" Maggie's heart swelled with affection at the mention of the twins. "We're all good," she replied, her voice tinged with contentment. "The kids are growing up so fast. They've been keeping me on my toes, as always."

Twins, actual twins. She eased out of bed and retreated to the bathroom to relieve herself. Once she was comfortable again, she moved to the living room and sat on the sofa. She was grateful for the large cushions. Her back and feet constantly ached. Now, it seemed the twins had settled permanently on her bladder. That was something no one warned her about.

"Now, the Blackwell Group is mine." The comments went absolutely insane. [What an epic plot twist! Jasmine has struck back! It's incredible!] [She was acting the whole time, collecting evidence all along!] [Recording earring?! Holy crap, that's genius!] [From victim to mastermind! That twist was incredible!] The wailing sirens gradually faded, and the room fell into dead silence. I sat alone in the large executive chair, while in front of me, those colorful, frantic comments still had not stopped, and were only getting more intense.

Lucian filmed the entire thing, pride radiating from him like heat. Kai, now speaking in clearer sentences, started calling the twins “my babies” and insisted on reading them a bedtime story every night, his little voice stumbling adorably over the words. Bella’s acceptance deepened in quiet ways. One afternoon, she found me struggling to tie my shoes over my swollen feet and knelt without hesitation, doing it for me. “You don’t have to—” I started. “I want to,” she said firmly. “You fought for me when I showed up angry and broken. Let me be here for you now. For all of you.”

she laughed nervously, Shawn froze, staring at the mix of pink and blue confetti scattered across the floor, across Eva’s hair, across his own shoulders. Then the realization hit him like a lightning strike, “Twins,” His voice cracked with awe, “We are having twins!” He exclaimed, throwing a fist in the air, The room erupted in joyous shock, “Twins?!” Eleanor gasped, covering her mouth, Richard let out a rare laugh, “This is Incredible,” Daine squealed, clapping her hands together, “Oh my goodness, one boy and one girl!”

“Children? What are you talking about?” “Two of them,” Cassandra added, her voice sharp like she was throwing the words as knives. “We saw her at the hospital. Twins. A boy and a girl. She was holding them like some perfect little mother.” My hand pressed against my chest without meaning to. “That’s not possible. Katherine? I thought she would even get rid of the baby in her belly at some point but wow.” “Yes,” Anastacia said quickly. “She looked well, too. Too well. She wasn’t struggling. It made no sense.”

The doorbell rang just as I was placing the last fork, and I heard Dad's footsteps heading to the front door. "Jasper! Xavier! So good to see you!" His voice carried from the entryway, followed by the sounds of adult laughter and greeting. I don’t know why the name reminds me of the twins, but I quickly brushed it away. "And these must be the famous twins we've heard so much about," Mom's voice added. My blood turned to ice. Twins? No. No, no, no. The universe could not be this cruel. It can’t be the twins, right? It can never be.

Before anyone could say more, the door opened and Bella walked in, with her tablet in hand as usual. She paused just as she closed the door, and scanned the room. The look on her face twisted to mockery when she saw me by Stone's side and not the twins. "He shows up and you both instantly lose her," she snorted and she sat on the armrest of an empty chair. “Anyway," she said, dragging the word, “Did you do something to Teresa?" She asked, her eyes moving between the twins. “She was cursing and shoving everyone from her way earlier."

I sat up, heart racing. "What's wrong? Is it the baby? Are you" "Chicken feet," Bella said. I stared at her in the dark, my frame frozen. "What?" "I need chicken feet." She was sitting up beside me, fully awake, absolutely serious. "Right now, Caleb. I need them right now." I looked at the time on my phone. Two-fourteen in the morning. "Bella." "I know what time it is." "It's two in the morning." "I know." She looked at me with her eyes completely steady and utterly unapologetic. "I need chicken feet."

Or, in Max and Issa’s case, until the world was ready to receive them without an additional adult witness. Bianna got out first, carrying a giant tote bag filled with snacks, an extra cardigan, extra socks, two water bottles, a backup unicorn, and possibly a life philosophy. The twins climbed out after her. Max immediately tried to step in a puddle. I caught the collar of his jacket without looking. “No.” He froze. “I was just checking depth.” “Use your eyes.” “My eyes don’t have shoes.” Issa stared at the puddle with disgust. “That water has bad vibes.”