Cast Of Twin Hearts 소설 & 이야기

Scott let out a sigh of relief, saying something about how there were people he knew at my regular hospital, and insisted on having me transferred. Only after confirming I was fine did he calm down. "Honey, you're carrying twins—you really have to be careful. Don't go out alone next time." His concern was so earnest that even the doctor nearby remarked, "Your husband's really good to you." "Of course he is. I married him and am carrying his progeny—if he doesn't treat me right, that'll be ungrateful of him, won't it?" The doctor's face turned awkward, and Scott's expression darkened again.

This shouldn't be happening to me. I couldn't be so unfortunate. Two powerful twins and I was stuck between them. Married to Zayden. Mated to Alphonso. Fate was playing a cruel game with me.

Clara said, excusing herself. “Go ahead, I'm listening,” I muttered, letting my curiosity get the best of me. Emily moved closer to me, snatching the envelope back from Adrian as she walked. “Here, open it.” With shaky hands, I ripped the envelope open. There was a Polaroid picture inside. It contained two babies in a cot, both alike in every sense. It wasn't difficult to tell that they were twins. I stared at the picture, my breath catching in my throat. The edges of the Polaroid felt rough between my fingers, grounding me in the moment even as my mind reeled.

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.

With trembling hands, the old woman fastened the silver chain around twelve-year-old Luna's neck. *"This is yours, my little star," her grandmother had whispered, pressing her dry, warm lips against Luna's forehead. "Keep it hidden. Don't ever let them see it. Don't ever let them take what belongs to you."* *Luna nodded and hugged her tightly.* *But when she walked out of the bedroom into the hallway, twelve-year-old Aurora was standing in the shadows.* *Her twin—no, the girl she had always thought was her twin—stepped out, her arms crossed, her eyes burning with a dark, bitter coldness.*

My twin sister and I were born with the same face and nothing else in common. Elara was gentle enough to step around an ant. I was vicious. Cross me and I'd take your skin off and never lose a night's sleep over it. The year we came of age, the Crown Prince chose Elara. But the old court held that royal twins brought ruin. If Elara was to be Crown Princess, I had to die. So our parents wept and begged me to drink a death-simulating draught and disappear forever. Before I left, I made three demands. First, my Shadow Guard would pass to Elara. Second, she'd have a dowry worthy of a princess and a wedding no one could sneer at. Third, if the Crown Prince ever wronged her, they'd bring her

After my family deleted the only graduation photo I was in, I accepted a job three thousand miles away—and decided never to come home. That day, my parents, my brother, and my boyfriend took 380 photos. My twin sister, Emma, was in every one. She stood between our parents while they gazed at her proudly. I waited nearby in my cap and gown, but no one called me over. When Emma admitted she still hadn’t found a job, my boyfriend, Ethan, immediately turned to comfort her. “Apply to my company, so I can look out for you.” “Send me your résumé,” Dad said. “I’ll make a few calls and find you something. ” My brother, Ryan, handed Emma the only bottle of cold water he had brought. “My company’s hir

But I didn't see the hunters. I saw the twins. They were standing behind the soldiers, their eyes solid red, their small hands pointing at my heart. "Delete," they said in unison. My heart stopped. Who gave the twins the code, and what is the "Human-Centric" final solution?

The room filled up, people sitting on the floor, standing against walls, all of them listening to three hearts beating. Serna found a spot against the supply shelf, slid down til she was sitting. Her hands still trembled a little but she could control it now, could keep them mostly still. Watched Kaelin press her forehead to Lyra's belly, watched Rhea stand guard by the door, watched a whole room full of wolves listen to proof that something good still existed in all this shit. The twins kept racing. Left one pulled ahead again, right one chased. Back and forth, back and forth, two tiny hearts competing while their mother slept.

That ungrateful girl, it's better to just let her ruin her own life," Zac muttered under his breath. My mom lightly hit him. "It’s a joyful day, don’t say anything unlucky." Gwen laughed, linking arms with Orion as they walked toward the stage. I was forced to watch them. I had never experienced scenes like these happy moments. But it was okay. I had gotten used to it. My heart did not hurt anymore. As the soft piano music played, they started to exchange rings. My mom was in the audience, her eyes brimming with happy tears. They all forgot today was also my birthday. But not everyone had forgotten.