Dylan Sprouse Twins Novels & Stories

“Okay, I'm intrigued. What is the issue at hand then?” Amanda lifts her chin towards my iphone. I mouth Dennis’ name silently and she shakes her head, rolling her own eyes. “I'm talking about those idiot twins you've gotten yourself entangled with.” The twins? Has something happened to them? Why would Dennis even care about them right now? “What do you mean, Dennis? What kind of problem?" "Those boys from New York, they keep calling trying to get ahold of us." I still, my hand on my stomach. "What do you mean?"

Alice asked with wide eyes. "Yeah. They are twins." Jacob replied and left the room to give some private moments to the new soon to be parents. Dylan saw the door close and that time he got back to his senses. He turned to Alice. Alice was also stunned by what Jacob just said. "Did you hear him?" Dylan asked. Alice nodded at him with a surprised look. "Y-Yeah." A smile came to Dylan's face. The smile was something that made him look like a little happy kid.

The suit was only covering the stone-cold muscles that Rex has hidden, and Dylan was not yet ready to receive a punch publicly for crossing boundaries. Dylan also heard when Rex had called Remy on the phone, and he dreaded the ruthless twins that he knew hated him from the onset and were Jessica's brothers. Rosie smiled and asked Dylan, "DY, where is my phone?" "I'm not with it. Let me carry the baby a little," Dylan requested. It wasn't Dylan's first time carrying a newborn baby. He knew that he hasn't yet told his family that he and Jessica were no longer living together, and Jessica had left to her parents' house.

After having a two hours rest and letting Dillon and the triplets settle, Ethan and Moriah went to the hospital. "The twins are a mini version of Dylan and Serana, Raymond looks like Dylan while Shannon looks like Serena," Moriah said while looking at the twins sleeping soundly in the cradle. "I told you," Dylan said to Serena. "I look like my son," he was proud that his son looked like him. Serena giggled, looking at the smug face of Dylan. "Okay, you're right," she said, raising both of her hands.

Dylan snapped as I whimpered and clutched my abdomen while running up to them. “Kaiya, is something wrong?” Ace asked. “Just some phantom pain,” I groaned in response. People say the twins are identical, but there are differences. Dylan has built up a very muscular frame and grown his curly brown hair long enough to reach his shoulders. Ace is toned, yet on the slim side with neatly styled brunette curls. They are both handsome, far more so than when I first met them. I remember when we first got to know each other. I had been kept away from them, with other Omegas, but was sent to clean their room when I was eight and they were ten. Dylan was in the room searching for something and Ace was

Tell and Dalton high-fived, and Tell said, “We’ve got ya covered.” “With who?” Brandt demanded. “The Sweeney twins. Kristol and Marisol. And here’s the kicker.” Dalton leaned in. “They wanna play musical brothers. Hell, when we go out, we ain’t ever sure which one we’ll end up with that night.” They high-fived again.

They dragged her away, screaming. The warehouse fell silent again. Dylan turned to me, his expression unreadable. “What don’t I know,” I asked quietly. He exhaled slowly. “The twins.” My chest tightened. “She didn’t fake the timing,” he continued. “Just the intention.” My pulse thundered. “What does that mean.” He met my gaze, intensity coiling tight between us. “It means the twins are mine,” he said. “But the conception wasn’t the night you think.” The words landed like a strike to the chest.

Dylan said and immediately walked over to the table to get some water. "How are you feeling?" It asked as the water reached and helped me get up. "It's okay, I'm just tired." The door opened and the Doctor entered. "Guys, good news." The doctor opened. Eh? I had an accident, then, GOODNEWS???? .... "Congratulations, she is 4 months pregnant with a twin!" News from the doctor gave me the test results. "Oh...what?" I can't believe my behavior. twins? Dylan was also surprised and could not speak.

The doctor smiled warmly and squeezed her hand before turning to the twins. “So, how are my favorite babies? You all look so happy!” The twins’ tiny giggles filled the room, making everyone smile. “They’re adorable, Claire! So small but so lively!” Bea cooed, cradling the baby girl while Dylan held the boy. Dylan had been laughing earlier—the boy was the spitting image of Kiel, even giving him the same stern look. But eventually, the baby giggled as Dylan played with him. “So, Claire… what are their names?”

She got a little angry and clenched her teeth to say, “It’s normal that you'd look down on our good intentions now that you’ve found yourself a golden ticket. "But can your rich boyfriend accept the twins? It doesn’t matter if it’s Mr. Langley or Mr. Young, I’m pretty sure neither of them can accept the existence of the twins. “After all, even our family doesn’t really know where they came from and who their father is. This matter involves the Lanes. You should explain yourself to us and tell us where they're really from. They can’t continue to live life as bastards, can they?” “Shut up! How dare you say something like that?”