Giving Away My Twin Novels & Stories

This girl is a queen of hell, with an angelic appearance but demonic actions. Cristine exhaled deeply, relieved. Thank goodness she doesn't have to clean someone else today. ... A/N: I love twins. My mother had a twin brother who died when they were both very little. We, the sisters, were debating who would be the mother of twins. Despite the fact that I have never had a boyfriend. Leave me alone! I'm going to a monastery. End of Text.

I thought as I tried to rub my eyes attempting to make the redness disappear, but I knew that was a pointless move, if anything, I was just gonna make it worse, But at least, if I'm asked why my eyes are so red, I'll just tell them I rubbed it too much, that won't exactly be calling lying right? "Hey! Alexis come up here, I promise you it's safe, I'm here" As I heard his voice calling out to me, I jolted at the sound of it, even though he yelled, it still sounded assuring, just like the way it did back then. I was tempted to go up but when I saw my identical twin sister standing beside him , she crossed her hands in his, clinging on to him like it was nothing.

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.

“Madonna mia. Look at you. You’re huge.” Emilia swatted her arm, laughing. “It’s been a month! What did you expect?” “Twins or not, you look like you’ve swallowed a melon,” Isadora teased, but her voice was soft with awe. She rested a hand gently over Emilia’s stomach. “They’re really in there. Alive. I can’t believe it.” “They’re fighters,” Emilia whispered, her hand covering Isadora’s. “Just like us.” Their laughter dissolved into another tight hug, the kind only twins could share—the kind that stitched together every wound, every scar.

However, Alice had forgotten that she was the mother of a set of twins that belonged to a man named Antonio Earliton, who she assumed broke her heart. "Why is papi always jealous, Mamita?" Andrew asked as Alice held them both up, her round, sky-blue eyes making him even cuter; their eye colors were exactly the same and they resembled one another. "Kid, what did you just say? This lowlife has no right to make me jealous."His reply struck a deep chord with Mira, asking why he would refer to her as a lowlife.

Everyone congratulates Garret and me. “That’s not even the best part… Tell them…” Grayson says. I glare at my stepson. He smiles sweetly. I had to roll my eyes at him. “Come on tell us the best part?” Blake asks. I turn to look at my brother. “We’re having twins…” I announce. There’s a moment of silence before Julliet breaks the silence. “Oh my God, that’s great, I won’t be the only one with four kids…” she says excitedly.

About what we’d given up. And I said, “We’re not rich. We’re lucky. And that’s different.” She frowned. “How?” “Being rich means someone gave you something,” I said. “Being lucky means you already had what you needed — you just had to hold on long enough.” She nodded like it made perfect sense. And maybe it did. Maybe, for the first time in years, it all did. James’s POV That night, I pulled the twins’ refusal papers from the folder and placed them in the fireproof safe beside our bed.

In fact, it seemed like the more time we spent together, the stronger my body reacted to his touch. After Ash left, Juno shot me a knowing look. “Do you want to talk about it?” “Talk about what?” I asked her innocently. I couldn’t stop myself from glancing out the door where Soren had left. I knew that soon enough, Ash and Soren would leave, and they would return to their usual glamorous lives. There was no point in mourning being left behind. The twins had left me a parting gift in getting me out of Aunt Margot’s house and helping us pull off the French presentation. I stood a chance at getting the exchange opportunity because of their help. I would be able to start a new life because of th

I ventured tentatively. She gave me a puzzled look. "What kind of rumors?" she asked, her tone curious, but also laced with an underlying hint of defensiveness. I sighed before I replied, "Well... I went out with Ryder today, and this lady, Mary, came up to me when I was alone and she said that the twins should reject me because I'm not Luna material."

Quickly, she snatched it from the person and ran. Furtively, she tossed it to Thelma. Some guys ran after her thinking she was with the phone and some others ran after Thelma thinking she was the girl they were chasing. After running in circles, the twin appeared in front of them and asked, "Looking for this?" They tossed the phone to one of them and said "Never mess with us". "Twin?" a blonde young man appeared. His crystal blue eyes gleamed as he made his way to Thelma. He smirked at her and stretched his hand. "Hi, I'm Oscar and you are?"