Books About Twin Sisters Novels & Stories

"Get her out of here. I don't want to see her face." So she left, letting her sister to find her own peace in her absence. Meanwhile Agatha pulled back her tears wanting nothing but just the company of her sister, to hold her hand and kiss her on the head, instead of her fucked up body guard and the annoying doctor. She just wanted to be with her twin, like every other twins of this world, only that they weren't just any twin. They were the children of Gustav Russo. And Agatha knew, that displaying any form of love could only let Gustav more easy access to control them. And she didn't want that. She didn't want their twin bond to be controlled.

“If what I’m reading this correctly. You have met a pair. Ivory, Betty wasn’t your mother. Sapphire’s mom gave birth to two female pups. One as white as snow in every way. The other dark as midnight. Both women stopped moving and blinked at April. Sapphire was the first to respond. “Are you saying we’re twins?” “It says all of this here. In this book, look.” April put the book on a nearby table. Her finger pointed to a spot close to the end of the tree where the more modern name appeared. “You have got to be kidding me, us. Gods, this makes everything all the more sick and twisted.” Ivory wanted to storm and rage at this. Surprisingly, not at the thought of Sapphire as her twin, but that she

Gabriel placed his hand upon hers, "We thought it would be good to find out a bit more about your sisters before this evening. Do you mind telling us about them?" "Er.." she shrugged "Okay." Millie had this whole conversation sewn up. She had spouted this particular conversation several times in her mind, she had rehearsed it until the cows came home. Gabriel and Nick both sat back, ready to hear. Millie took a breath, she could do this "The twins are three years older than me they are twenty-six." Millie took a drink of her tea. "They have this strange thing that twins have, you know, they know what the other one is thinking. They finish each other's sentences off."

Title: The Twin Sisters Two twin sisters, Aurélie and Béatrice, physically identical but with very different personalities, are at the heart of this story. Aurélie, recently married to Lorenzo, presents herself to him as an experienced woman, but actually hides her virginity and a deep anxiety about physical intimacy.

Àsàké; No you must not because the children in you will fulfill the prophecy. Oluwafunke: Children? You mean I'm with twin? Àsàké: Yes! They're twin, a boy and a girl. They will grow to love themselves in any situation they find themselves. Funke placed her hands on her tommy and smiled. Her mother also placed her hands on her daughter's tommy and smiled. Àsàké: Out here, they'll learn the true meaning of suffering. They'll have the leadership trait, strength and wisdom to rule.

Our newly adopted cat stared at me from the couch like she paid rent here. Noah paused near the door guiltily. “...Maybe.” “Oh my God.” Emma burst into laughter. “That means no.” I pointed dramatically toward the kitchen. “Food. Cat. Now.” The twins ran in opposite directions while I struggled to put on my heels one-handed, this was exactly why people needed second parents Or clones or even personal assistants. Five minutes later, with the school bus driving off with twins I was sprinting toward the bus stop with my folder pressed tightly against my chest while cold morning air whipped through my dark hair.

I told Caleb that his twin had been missing for a long time—that something tragic had happened during their birth, and we thought we lost one of them, but now, by the grace of the Moon Goddess, he had returned. “He looks like me,” Caleb said thoughtfully as he stood a few feet from the boy, who sat at the table staring at his bowl of fruit without touching it. “You share the same blood,” I told him. “You were born together. He’s your other half.” Caleb smiled. “I always wanted a twin.” I placed my hand on his shoulder and smiled, warm and motherly. “And now you have one.” They sat together for a little while, Caleb speaking easily, childlike in his excitement, while the boy—Calen—just listen

I am not ashamed to say that this coffee shop does this latte better than they do back home. Climbing out of the car I head on inside to see no lines and see the two owners behind the counter. Wren and Robin Crowe are sisters, but not just sisters ironically, they are twin sisters. Identical twins too. I find it funny how I can go most of my life never meeting another set of twins to come to Boston, Massachusetts to find identical twins. Seeing how close Wren and Robin are with each other makes me miss my twin brother Chase. Reminding me to give him a call this weekend as he said there is something he wants to talk to me about. I have a small suspicion but I gotta wait to talk to him to see

CHAPTER ONE “I need you to pretend to be me.” The words hit me harder than the rain splattering against my kitchen window. I gaped at the woman before me. A woman I hadn't seen in eleven years. My exact replica. My twin sister. Except Arla Morrison looked nothing like the girl who had disappeared before sunrise, the morning of our eighteenth birthday with stolen cash and broken promises. She looked expensive now. Untouchable. Dressed in a cream cashmere that could pay my rent for five years, diamonds whose price certainly cost a kidney glittered against perfectly manicured finger, while my lights flickered like they were seconds away from dying.