Novel & Cerita Crazy Twins

It was enough that my dad was letting us stay together, but I don’t think having sex in his house was part of the deal. Technically his castle, but you get the gist. We spent the rest of the time talking about casual topics before finally heading out to meet the gang. I passed by Azalea’s room and I laughed when I found her and Clayton fast asleep. The two of them had a tough night with the twins. And it was only the beginning. I knew better than anyone that they were in for an adventure. I’d spent some time with the twins alone, and for whatever reason, when the one cries, the other follows. When the one talks, the other does the same. It’s even the same with their laughter.

I mumbled against his chest and they took me to the office. While working, I took that time to search the internet and I was speechless by everything I've been seeing and reading. They were using us for their fantasies and some of them even want to see us kissing and having sēx. It was the most ridiculous thing I have ever seen! Aside from the crazy fans, there are also some negative comments that made me sad not because of what they are saying about me, but because of the twins. They are saying that they are a waste because they suck dīcks and call them names.

James said, shaking his head. We gasped as we saw them climbing on the rails like they were just playing—no fear at all. "F*ck, Bro. Are they really just 4 years old?" James pointed at the CCTV screen showing the twins seemingly playing on top of the wall. I just shrugged and patted his shoulder. "Clear all the footage—they were caught on camera. I don’t want anyone seeing what they’re capable of. You handle this—I have to go visit Ana’s parents," I told him.

Conversely, Matilda only chuckled softly before smiling a little, satisfied to have won this little round. The car slowed as Harry took the final turn towards the twins' prep school. Colonial-style buildings with spacious playgrounds came into view, and the sounds of children's chatter and laughter could already be heard even though we were still in the distance. I patted Matilda's shoulder gently. “It's done. You look beautiful.” “Thanks, Ma,” she replied as she checked her braids on the small screen of her tablet. Her gaze soon shifted to Theo, and she grinned. “Look, Theo, I'm even prettier than your voice.”

Days started to pass smoothly. From that day in Williams Estate, Ellis, Ethan, Adonis and Austin started to go on double dates. But most of the time, Austin and Ellis would go alone because of Ethan and Adonis's work. Today is such a day. Adonis planned a double date and Austin agreed with him. They informed Ethan and Ellis who also agreed to go on a double date. Now, the Williams twins were waiting for their partners to come outside the amusement park. They decided to have lots of fun today.

They had the same piercing blue eyes, the same strong jawline, and even their mannerisms were strikingly similar. "Craig, I... I need to know the truth," Georgina said, her voice trembling slightly. "Are you and Collins... are you really twins?" she asked, Craig gave her a wry smile, his expression confirming her suspicions. "But I have told you uncountable times that we are twins, Well, fraternal twins to be exact. Most people don't know about our connection." Craig explained, Georgina's eyes widened in realization. "So, Collins being a Mafia kingpin and you being an amateur kickboxer... it all makes sense now."

She realized she was nervous to meet these people; she hoped that they liked her. “This is Tyler and Taylor,” Polly said, gesturing. “Vampire twins. You don’t see that often. Their coven didn’t want them, so they ended up here. Good for us. They are some fighters. And while we always know what each other is thinking, those two really know what each other are thinking.” Caitlin watched them. The identical brother and sister were startlingly attractive, maybe 16, and the two of them sparred against each other with bamboo swords, going blow for blow, parrying each other’s every move. They were each worked up in a sweat.

I said. "I saved a seat for you," she said. She smiled. The big yellow bus pulled up to the curb. The doors opened. We climbed the steps. I thanked her. We walked down the aisle. We sat down in our seat. The bus was loud. Students talked. Students laughed. Some students slept against the windows. Maya talked to me. She talked about the new transfer student. She talked about Tiffany. Tiffany is the cheerleader. I tripped Tiffany in the cafeteria last week. She spilled food on herself. People made memes about her. She was very mad. I do not care about Tiffany. I do not care about my cousin. I just want to finish school.

The day I died was the same day as my twin sister’s birthday party. She was in tears and was wrapped up in my boyfriend’s arms. My mom was seething with anger and kept calling me over and over again. My brother was clearly upset and sent me a text saying, "You’re so selfish. You just can’t stand to see anyone else happy." Even my usually quiet dad was furious and said, "She’s nothing but an ungrateful brat." I touched my chest. Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore.

The hasty cremation, the evasive answers—I had suspected all along that neither of them had truly died. And after Jeremy's "death," I discovered I was pregnant. With twins. That was when I conceived my boldest plan. I took on the role of caretaker for Jeremy and Janey's supposed illegitimate sons. Under the guise of grief too deep to bear, I retreated to the countryside with them. Two years later, I returned—with my own twins. Everyone believed they were Jeremy's illegitimate children. Even my own parents were deceived. They scolded me for being a fool, and friends mocked me for lowering myself to raise another woman's children.