Forest Whitaker Twin Brother Novels & Stories

If Scarlet didn't know better, she would have said she was gawking at her reflection but the blonde hair was a ripoff. Fuck! Who was she and why did they have the same face?! "You weren't trying to kill my mate and my unborn child were you, brother," Reid's eyes were darker than the night, Scarlet could see the animosity in them, his jaw was locked so tightly while his hand gripped the gun in his hand, holding it tightly and pointing it at the one he called brother. Reid's sudden appearance was the least of Silvester's problems as he looked between Scarlet and the other person that looked the same. "You are twins," The realization hit him hard.

"But you will see the truth, eventually. Silence settled in between them, the tension thick as the mist was settling through the forest. For a moment, Hadzen didn't move, his gaze searching hers as though he could find the answer written on her face. Then, without another word, he released her wrist. "Get up," he ordered. She had remained on the ground and glaring up at him defiantly. "Why? To drag me back to your perfect little family and make the lot of them humiliate me again?" "No, Ericka said. But I don't believe Hannah is my real twin sister and you have to prove it so.

A time when Mathias wanted to kill his brother from another mother. It still baffled me that the two of them looked so much alike. Twins except one had dark features and the other was a washed-out version. With almost white hair and lilac eyes, Finn’s skin was much paler than his Bothers who had pitch-black hair, silver eyes, and bronzed skin. “How come Tawny didn’t come?” I turn my attention to Crimson.

Just as Amber prepared to transform into her wolf and use it’s strength against me, the restroom door was suddenly kicked open with great force. Aamon Blackwood who happened to be my bully number two who also happened to be her twin brother burst into the restroom, his eyes flashing with anger. “Leave her alone!” he shouted, shoving me away from his sister. Amber cowered behind her brother, her eyes still fixed on me with hatred. Aamon positioned himself between us, his broad shoulders shielding his pathetic sister from my gaze. Their family is full of nothing but assholes, I wonder if it wasn’t a mistake the goddess did to make them come from an Alpha.

That was how they were raised and how the twins led, side by side. Hilary rarely helps the Fisher Brooks pack; she has every excuse readily available, but you wouldn’t hear the Roberts family complain. She was toxic in everything she did, but as traditionalists, the Roberts family did not support rejecting true mates. “She looked stunning, didn’t she?” Miles finally spoke. It was the first thing he’d said in the last hour of driving. Tyson didn’t need to ask who his twin brother meant; he and his wolf, Demon, already knew the answer. The young lady Miles wished he had gotten as his true mate instead. Tia.

Rowan Caelen Blackthorn. The name still felt surreal on my tongue. A name that held strength, legacy, and love. A name chosen not for show but for the heart of the man it honored, Rowan, Lyra’s twin, Xander's brother, my friend, my brother-in-law, and the soul who had carried so much weight on his shoulders with unwavering loyalty.

The man looked down, besides the secret, it was also his trauma. "Actually...." Diana nodded, convincing him to keep talking. "I really do have a twin brother. He was physically similar to me but our personalities were much different. One day, we went with my father hunting but there was an unexpected accident. He fell off a cliff into the sea while we were playing hideandseek. His body was never found and everyone was sure he was dead that's why when you said you saw someone who looked like me, I doubted Diana." "But it really was you with a different hair color, Darren."

He just looked at me, my fangs an inch from his face, and slowly … slowly … he smiled. “Did you just bare your fangs at me, brother?” His voice was soft. Almost delighted. Like I’d finally given him something he’d been waiting for. I should have let him go. I knew I should. This was my brother. My twin. The other half of the only family I had left after our mother died. I didn’t let him go. Because he was right, and that was the worst part. He’d named the thing I’d been refusing to say out loud for weeks. It wasn’t her power. It wasn’t her bloodline.

Suddenly, Trinity had gone from their small apartment to this luxurious mansion with two new stepbrothers, identical twins who made her heart race for all the wrong reasons. Mason and Marcus Blackwood. Twenty-four years old. Tall, broad-shouldered, and devastatingly handsome with sharp jawlines, piercing grey eyes, and dark tousled hair. They were identical in looks but carried themselves with the same commanding dominance that made everyone around them submit. Star athletes turned ruthless businessmen, they moved like predators — always in control, always hungry. Trinity had tried to avoid them as much as possible. She was the quiet, bookish stepsister who spent most of her time studying in