Harry Potter Twin Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I smiled at him, "Oh.. I'm sorry, and help me get the foods from the kitchen. I'm betting you guys are hungry.." The youngest Ellis brother wrap an arm around me as we walk to the kitchen to help with my mom. I called her a few seconds ago after the mild drama with Zenith. I think I'm gonna be okay now because Harry's here, I guess he's all I need. Well, it's just like what he always say --- he's my twin. He could feel what I am feeling. I have never wanted to have a twin until today...

May . POV. "I know that you are the Pied Piper who used to live next to our house. You think that you hid it so well but sorry to burst you bubble I always knew that what was going on around me. Do you think that I don't know how my parents treat May. It is just that I chose to ignore it and it was me who took advantage of my illness and May's naiveness which lead to her being away from my family and me being the apple of my parents eyes. Since young I am the one who has everything then why are you with her. I was the one who noticed you first and when one day I saw you and May sneaking I was the one who I informed your par but it never occurred to me that you were kidnapped. I know that you

Or they are hiding something. Harry was wearing knee-length jeans. He briefly kissed Manny's forehead, whose innocent body was covered by a thick blanket. Harry smiles with satisfaction… 'she makes me addict to her body, minx!' 'She is our second chance mate. I am happy… 'Replied the wolf. 'Indeed. I want a puppy.' 'Twin. I want a twin puppy!' 'Let's work hard then…'

*Eliza's POV* I paced the living room, my silk robe trailing behind me like a shadow of the luxury I had fought so hard to maintain. My heart raced with that familiar mix of anticipation and bitterness. Elena—my twin, my mirror, yet somehow always the one who ended up with everything had no idea what was coming. I grabbed my phone and dialed Rosa, the maid I had carefully planted in that house. My fingers trembled slightly as I held it to my ear, a storm of emotions swirling inside me: jealousy that burned like acid, satisfaction that tasted so sweet.

it was an observation, not a question and yet he nodded, a smile spilling into his and Eva's faces. He opened his mouth to speak and began, “You were gone for a while, I almost thought ragnar had taken you because he couldn't stand the thought of not being able to control you” he winked, making it a joke. My heart stopped for a moment and I hated how much of a reality his words could be. If Ragnar could even scheme to kill his twin, what said he wouldn't do this. The image wasn't something I wanted. "You'll always be there so it won't happen”

"How was it?" I dropped my bag on the chair and threw my jacket after it. "You would not believe what I found out tonight." I pulled open the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, pressing it briefly against the side of my neck before twisting it open. "Duke has a twin. An identical twin." Harry stopped chewing. "He abhors the man, and I sat there and watched Duke leave the moment his brother walked in." I took a long sip. "I am so pissed off right now."

What might have resulted to Maya's sudden love confession for the Twin brothers? To be continued... Next Chapter: Romantic relationship

Prologue If my life was a movie? Ora book?And I had the chance to pick a title to put on the cover photo on the tragedy that was my life? It would definitely be something like “All’s fair in love and sex”. All in big, bright, bold letters. And I’m sure I’d sell out almost instantly, because lets face it, who doesn’t love a good old fashioned threesome that gets real messy, realll quick. CHAPTER ONE Everyone always said that whenever Silas took of his glasses, he and his twin, Kyler were indistinguishable, and that it was almost impossible to tell them apart. The same facial structure,same build,same White hair, and then that signature Konstantino cherry-red eyes.

The words crack like a whip. The hairless brute twitches slightly and shuffles his feet. “They look exactly the same, sir,” the man mutters, eyes lowered, shoulders hunched in self-preservation. Harry snorts in disgust. “But we’ll see,” he says softly — dangerously softly — “if his brother loves him …” He keeps glaring at the trembling idiot as he adds, “Enough to trade places with him.” The words settle slowly. Trade places. My stomach drops through the floor. If they grabbed the wrong twin — they have Jackson.

"You trusted the convenience of her compliance. You allowed your judgment to be blinded because she offered you an easy, performative refuge that didn't demand any baseline energy or verification. You accepted a manufactured persona because it was less exhausting than standing by a wife who was trying to show you the structural holes in your own fortress." Michael stared down at her signature on the paper, his breath forming small, pale ribbons of vapor that vanished into the dim air of the terrace. The toxic rivalry between the twins was officially over, the gate was locked, and the identity thief had been cast out into the lower street levels of the city, stripped of her stolen identity fo