Novel & Cerita Birthday Gifts For Twin Sister

I stammer, "I don't feel well. I need to go." I race back to my room, the package a ticking time bomb in my arms. With trembling hands, I tear it open. Three items tumble out: a sheer red bra with matching panties and stockings so delicate they look like they might disintegrate at a touch, a rose-shaped vibrator in soft pink silicone, and an envelope with my name written in painfully familiar handwriting. I slump against the door, a mix of disgust and resignation washing over me. This has been happening for three years now. The first "gift" arrived on my sixteenth birthday – baby pink lingerie and a small dildo, with a note instructing me to "look pretty and pleasure myself.

“I wanted it to be pretty for our birthday! Mama says birthdays are special.” “They are special,” I agreed, pulling both twins into a hug. “And you two are the most special birthday kids in the whole world.” We gathered around the small kitchen table, the five of us and one very modest cake. Marcus had even found a single candle somewhere, which he lit with a match while Joan hummed a birthday song. “Make a wish,” I told the twins, holding them close as they stared at the flickering candle flame. Ari closed her eyes tight, her expression serious. Ash kept his eyes open, staring at the fire with focus, but I could feel through our bond that he was wishing just as hard as his sister.

"Can't you lose to me once?" "No." Sejin shows him an innocent smile. The twins wrap their arms around him. It's the twins' birthdays. He kisses them both. "Sejin, did you bring birthday gifts?" The twins ask him together. "I am the birthday gift." He has never slept with twins at the same time. He doesn't even remember their names. They look the same to him. "Ah!" The left twin bats her eyes at him. "Do you want the special treatment first? "Or should we take our birthday gifts first?" The right twin sighs and leans on him.

They should try and look at that picture well. Maybe if they look at that picture well they will see that there is a different between my face and the face on the picture. I don't blame them because most people outside my pack don't know we are twins except they see us together. Alexia is not a big fan of me and she is not someone that brags about me and I am sure people that came for the engagement party don't b know that she has a sister let alone twin sister. “What do you need her for? This is kidnapping you all know that right if you need her or you have questions for her you can always come visit and ask your question.” I questioned them.

she questioned and Nick stared at her in silent "I just found out the most terrible news about myself. I just found out my twin sister has different parents," she said and Nick raised his eyebrow "Yes, Chantel has a different mother and father even though my mum gave birth to both of us. My mum took a surrogate deal and she met with my father and somehow I was born alongside Chantel," she narrated

“This is from the twins. They wanted to thank you personally for their birthday gift. I smiled as I took the card, pulling it back as someone tried to snatch it out of my hand. “Who gives a fuck about this card?” Nina’s snarl frayed the last thread I had in my control. But I slipped the card back to one of the girls, keeping it safe. “What I do with my card has nothing to do with you. And it’s mine, so I care.” I lifted my brow and tilted my head. “Why do you care so much is the actual question?”

His dark hair ruffled from what I assumed was a good day of play. “Aunty Rosa." The twins chorused as Rosa dashed out of the car. She scoped them both into her arms, I caught sight of her wincing before grinning at them again. I've told Rosa over and over, the twins are becoming too big for her to scoop them like that, in a few months, they'll be five and so far I haven't even started planning their birthday party yet. Tiffany had mentioned inviting everyone in their class except Sybil, I didn't know the best way to tell her that by that time, we'd be back in Boston. Hopefully, Grandfather Campbell would make them forget about it with his spoiling and gifts.

"And Mommy, can Carter bring a present that's not a fish?" I texted Carter later that day: "The twins want you at their birthday party. It's a month away. Saturday afternoon at my house. Just family. Small. Don't bring a goldfish." His response took thirty minutes. When it came it was longer than his usual messages: "Grace, I don't have words for what this means. Being invited to their birthday. Being considered someone who should be there. I'll bring the perfect present. Not a fish. Not terrible snacks. Something they'll actually want. Thank you for this. Thank you for all of it. For every Saturday. For letting me be part of their lives even in this small way."

The twins opened their eyes and their eyes lit up, staring at the wrapped presents. "For me?" "Of course. It's your birthday." "Can we open it?" "Yes." They both picked up their gift and ripped the wrapper apart, their little faces beaming. Zion got a toy car, while Autumn got a Barbie doll. "Thank you, mommy." "Thank you, daddy." "You're welcome." * * * * * * * * * * * Valerie, Lorenzo's youngest and only sister was with the twins, trying to distract them from going outside.

I asked, and Eva raised her head to meet my gaze. "I am 25, and my sister is 27," she replied. "Alright. So what do you give her? Or do you not celebrate your birthday?" I asked coolly. "I do. We just buy dresses or shoes. Sometimes we bake a small cake and make a wish. We don't have to push ourselves to buy expensive gifts like you rich folks," she replied. "When is your birthday?" I asked her, and she looked away. "You shouldn't worry about my birthday. It's already past. What's important now is your sister's birthday," Eva replied coldly, as if she was beginning to avoid me.