Dolan Twins Snapchat Names Novels & Stories

He waved back, happy to see his best friend on the sideline. “Don’t worry, Tules, you haven't missed much,” Dillon said, elbowing her playfully in the ribs. She giggled. “Where are the twins?” Stella asked, glancing around. My heart dropped. “Oh crap,” I said. “Where ARE the twins?” I’d been so engrossed in Jordie’s game, that I’d almost forgotten about them. “They’re over there in the corner, remember? With Marilyn’s kids? Don’t worry. I got my eyes on them.” Dillon wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into his side. He kissed me on the top of my head.

“If I’m gonna be famous adjacent, I better be glam as fuck.” A bold looking reporter in a pink blazer shoved a mic toward me, bold as hell. “Eilidh! Are you officially dating the MacAllister twins?” Keiran grinned and leaned into the mic. “What d’ye think, sweetheart? We fly halfway across the world tae not be with her?” Callum smirked beside me. “We’re very hands on boyfriends, love. Ye’ll be seein’ more of us.” The crowd practically gasped.

“Welcome to Whitaker and Whitaker. I look forward to getting to know you better—much better. If you need anything, this is my personal cell phone number. See you Monday.” It was signed S. Whitaker. Mia flipped it over in her hands a few times, feeling slightly embarrassed that she wasn’t even sure what the S. stood for. She had heard a few stories about the Whitaker brothers, but she didn’t really know anything about them, other than the fact that they were very good at everything they did—especially marketing. She didn’t know what they looked like or even their first names. Except one of them started with an S.

I fixed Darling’s bow tie for the fifth time, while Dillon stood beside him, calm and observant as always. “Don’t wander off,” I warned. Darling grinned. “But we’re not babies.” “You are,” I murmured. He gasped dramatically. “I’m six!” “Five,” Dillion corrected. Darling gasped again. “How dare you betray me?” Their small bickering made my lips twitch despite the tension burning beneath my ribs. Tonight mattered. This gala gathered powerful people—CEOs, politicians, media moguls. Anyone could recognize the twins. Anyone could connect dots they shouldn’t.

No magic work inside that cell. My eyes widened when I looked at those two. I never expected that Dillon would send female vampires this time. They were looking alike, I guess they are twins. Everything was the same except for the hair color. One of them had died, the hair red, and the other one had blonde. Both of them were looking absolutely gorgeous, and they had this innocent look on their face. "This time, Dillon has sent pretty girls. " Nolan chuckled. "We want to talk to the Alpha and Luna." One of the girls said.

Dahlia replied and he raised a brow. "I bought you for the night, beautiful." He argued and Dahlia sighed before standing up straight. "What's your name?" She asked and he raised a brow. "That's not for you to know, just lay there and spread those legs." He ordered and I almost puked by his words. Dahlia chuckled and said again, "Do you know the Lycan Twins Zayn and Zayden?" She asked again. This time, I frowned as well. What was she trying to do?

I threw on a simple black tank and some soft lounge pants, pulled my hair into a messy bun, and told myself I was walking into breakfast like nothing happened. Bullshit, of course. Everything had happened. The dining area smelled like fresh coffee and something sweet...Maria had gone all out again with pastries, fruit, eggs, the whole spread. I was halfway through pouring myself a cup when I felt them both at the same time. That double pull through the bond. One cool and sharp, the other warm and heavy. Both twins were already at the table. For the first time.

Nick says in an affirmative tone but they weren’t buying it. “She’s not his girlfriend but my fiancee. They’re just acquainted,” Dylan unexpectedly shows up next to Anna and places his hand on her waist pulling her closer. She never saw that coming, neither did Nick who looked as lost as she was. “Aren’t you Liam Blake, the executive director at G.L Group?” The Latino reporter asked, which was accompanied by a loud silence. “No, I’m Dylan Blake, his twin brother and the director of this hospital,” He answered but deep down knew he wasn’t going to hear the last of it from his parents.

"My enemies are everywhere. If they knew you were a Carter, you’d be a target for every rival pack in Valeria. You’d be snatched off the street before dinner." Isabella shrank back. "I won't tell Hayden, then." "I'll claim you publicly when the world is safer for you," Ethan promised. "But for now, focus on your health." The next morning, the digital world exploded. My name wasn't linked to a scandal with a socialite this time—it was linked to the twins. The headlines were vicious: [Omega Saint or Secret Sire? The Scandalous Collins Parker’s Hidden Pups!] I nearly collapsed when I saw the feed. It wasn't just the gossip; the bastards had posted photos of Hayden and Layla.

“Everything okay?” I hesitated, not wanting to unload too much, but her face was open, easy to talk to. “It’s complicated,” I said. “I’ve got twins, Dahlia and Delilah. They’re five, full of energy. And my… partner, Oliver, he’s been dealing with some family issues too.” She tilted her head, her smile soft. “Twins sound like a handful,” she said. “What are they like?” I grinned, thinking of them. “They’re amazing,” I said. “Dahlia’s the talker, always asking questions. Delilah’s quieter, loves drawing. They keep me busy, but I love it.”