Dolan Twins Age Novels & Stories

"That's why we need each other." The twins are sixteen. The architecture and the story. Between them, the whole argument.

Epilogue. A Look Back. "Nyle Nattasha, say bye to Mommy". Cyrus held them up so that they could kiss Denzel while Nattarika and Nattarine were waiting patiently for their turn. The elder twins were 5 years now and the youngest were 2. Super active and excited bubbles. The four were the life of Montgomery Home.

The old man gives me a brief nod and then comes inside his home again. The Hale twins are playing in front of their lawn, with matching pigtails and dresses. The two have grown into two adorable seven-year-olds. They run towards my direction, pulling my hand to join their playtime. “We missed you, Charlie!” Tom cheerfully smiles at me, flashing her adorable set of teeth with eyes closed. Kacy, her twin, tugs my hand to capture my attention. The two drags me to their sand pit, showing me their half-finished sand castle in progress.

So, needless to say, I was fuming, and of course, to everyone else, it might just look like I was taking their shit. These two were known as ‘the twins’ on campus because of how eerily similar they looked and acted, but the catch was that they were born from two different families; hell, Kristen was older than Donny by four months. Regardless, they chose a day between their birthdays as a day to celebrate and liked to call each other “twin” or “sister.”

She can be very stubborn that woman. They got Tilly a few years after we got Alec, so she is 13 now and then Damon again after a couple of years, which makes him 11. When we asked if they were getting more, she laughed and said they didn’t need to with the way all others were spitting out babies.

Rohan turned red. They were twins—one icy blonde, the other a redhead. Otherwise, identical. “Zoe… hi, Zena,” Rohan replied, visibly flustered. I had never seen him this uncomfortable before. “Why don’t you go get your sister Serenya? Alpha Killian wants to speak with her.” They both nodded and ran off, giggling. “The Lycan King certainly has beautiful daughters,” I teased. “The twins clearly have a crush on you.” “They’re sixteen,” he muttered, clearing his throat.

A flash of white-blonde hair caught Taliana’s attention as she settled in, causing her to turn and look at the two girls sitting in the third row. Had it been under any other circumstances, she probably wouldn't have recognized the twins. They’d been towheaded kids the last time she’d seen them, and while their platinum-blonde hair hadn’t darkened a single shade, they certainly didn't look like the tomboys she remembered. No, the sixteen-year-olds looked more like the fashionistas Taliana’s mother wished she could’ve been. Vanessa was the first to notice Taliana’s presence, momentarily glancing up from the phone she’d been furiously messaging away on. She flashed Taliana a quick smile before

“Soralina never showed her shadow when she attacked, I just knew she was coming. You want understand it, because it is only something twins can do. so don’t mistaken her ever again.” ____________________________

I smile and nod. "I'm alright. Let's go back to the pack," I say. As we walk, I decide to get to know the twins a little bit, and I ask them questions about their lives. They are both twenty-one and haven't found their mates. They rank the top fifteen best warriors in all packs in the city. "We started training at age five. Our father is a general, so you can imagine," Chelsea laughs, eyes filled with lovely memories. She talks a little more while Chase is silent and emotionless.

“Jesus. Is it really only three o’clock in the goddamn afternoon? From the state of these old bones, it feels like it should be midnight.” “Ah, yes,” Cole pronounced. “The joys of screwing up your body’s time clock by staying up all night doing bad, criminal shit. I remember it well. Also, as the only other forty-five-plus Road Devils guy running around this joint, I sympathize with the ‘old’ part of ‘old bones’.” “Ain’t that the truth. Though the twins will be forty-five in six months, won’t they?” “Yep, and Silver’s only two years behind them. Maybe we should start an Oldies Club. I can print off membership cards with big type.”