Giving Away My Twin Novels & Stories

“Then I suppose you’ll be wanting an explanation? A reason for why I did what I did? Maybe then you’ll be able to see this from my perspective. How… I’m not entirely the bad guy in all of this.” I didn’t reply. It seemed too good to be true for him to just start telling me what surely had to be his darkest secret. Did he believe he had leverage over me now, knowing I had used the phone here? Or was this something else? “I wouldn’t expect you to know this, but Victor and I are actually twins. Fraternal, of course,” he started. “Our mother had a complicated birth and, as a result, the two of us were delivered by C-section. Do you know what that means?”

His hand tightened slightly against her cheek. Hers gripped his arm. The twins’ power flared between them, gold and silver colliding violently, reacting to the connection, to the emotion, to the choice being made.It wasn’t just a kiss.It was a goodbye. And they both knew it.When he pulled back, his forehead rested briefly against hers.His breath is unsteady now.“Now I can go,” he said quietly. Her chest tightened. “Zephyr—don’t.”But he was already stepping back.The shadows gathered around him again.

Around midday, while the twins were briefly occupied with a call, my phone vibrated. Julian: I keep thinking about the other night. Not just the kiss, the conversation before it. You seemed like you needed air. If you ever want to get out again, even just for coffee or a drive, I’m around. No expectations. I read the message twice. There was no pressure in it, no demand, just an open door. The contrast between his restraint and the twins’ intensity made something twist uncomfortably in my stomach. For a moment I considered deleting it. Instead, I locked the phone and slipped it into my pocket. I didn’t reply, not yet. Later that afternoon, Victor found me alone in the library. He closed the

“I think we’ll all be better off if I just let them both go.” “I thought you really cared about them?” “I do,” I answered simply. Then I added, “No one said it would be easy.” I gave her a sad smile before carrying my bag up to my room. Once in my room, I shut my door and texted the twins. I sent them both the same message. ‘I can’t see either of you anymore.’ My phone buzzed with responses almost immediately. Devin's text read, ‘So, you’ve made your decision? Can we talk?’

she said, rolling her eyes as she let go of her. "I'm sorry, I got really excited and almost spilled the beans." "What are you guys talking about? Tell me quickly." Actually, Mr. Wilson came to see the twins. And then he gifted them a mansion. I tried explaining to him that it was too much and I couldn't accept it."

"Don't tell my parents about this." "You have my word." He assured me. "Thank you." I said and hung up. I was able to pay a nurse to let me go into the nursery to take a few pictures of the twins but I had to be fast about it which I was. I got my pictures and the nurse ended up being a thousand times richer. I sent the pictures to Jared, sent flowers to Gabriella's room with a note thanking her for making those twins a part of my life and then I left the hospital.

“And you didn’t think it might be, what’s the word... emotionally destabilizing to drop something like that on her and then just leave her alone?” “I didn’t just leave her,” I snapped. “I thought she might need space, I didn't want to impose my presence. I didn’t think she’d vanish either.” The short one leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “So, you’re telling us you were engaged to one twin… she died… then you ended up with the other twin purposely, by buying her from her mother, what kind of weird bullshit is this?” “That’s not how it was.” “Then how was it?”

It was as if they were celebrating this momentous revelation along with her. In that dimly lit room, amidst the hum of medical equipment, Vivian's heart swelled with love and excitement for the two lives growing within her. She imagined their futures, the joyful chaos that would fill their home and the unique bond they would share as twins. Feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude, she whispered a silent prayer, thanking the universe for this incredible gift, this double joy that was now a part of her life. Twins—two beautiful souls that she would love and cherish for the rest of her days.

I would give them the very best life I could. One week later, after finalizing the inheritance and getting my passport, I would leave with the twins. I was leaving for good. I would be out of his life, no longer being a hindrance to the family he had built with Whitney and their child.

“I’m begging you. This is my only chance. We’re twins—we share everything. Remember Mom? She always said we were two halves of the same soul. If you say no, I lose everything. Please… I’ll do anything. I’ll give you half the house, the yacht, whatever you want. Just say yes.” I yank my arm free, pacing the kitchen for a second, my bare feet slapping against the cold marble. The smoke is still thick in the air, making my eyes sting—or maybe that’s the tears I’m holding back. She’s my sister. My twin. The one who saved me when Mom died. The guilt twists in my chest like a knife. “Fine,” I mutter, stopping and crossing my arms over my chest. “Whatever. But this is fucked up, Jess.”