Her Twin Pregnancy Novels & Stories

I admit, closing my eyes. “They used me for their own entertainment, and I got pregnant because of it. I want their plan to fail spectacularly on my supposed wedding day.” My explanation comes smoothly as I delve into the details of my revenge plan. Mira chimes in, telling me how her friend can help with the technological side as long as he has access to Sheryl’s social media, something I could easily help with. Headlights appear through the fog and, after a few moments, I recognize the BMW that Liam, or should I say Dominic, drives. After promising to email Mira all the information and the video evidence from tonight to her so she can pass it on to her hacker friend, I wish my friend a good

She accepted it anyway because Vivienne Blackthorne did not decline things in other people’s homes, even when she considered those homes to be rightfully hers by extension, and she sat in the formal sitting room with the cup in her hand and the cream coat still on and her back straight and her eyes moving between Nate and me with the patience of someone who had prepared what she had come to say and was waiting for the right moment to deliver it. Levi was not in the room. I had not gone to find him. Neither had Nate. We both knew he was somewhere close. “The twins,” Vivienne said finally. Setting her cup down. Coming to it. “I have heard things.” “What things,” Nate said. “That the pregnancy

Yet, my tongue, again, would not obey me. “Dianna, Maya, do either of you have any instances of multiple births in your family?” Dianna had been lifting her cup to her mouth as I spoke. Her hand stopped in mid-motion, and her eyes slowly turned from the cup’s foamy contents to regard me, expression so distressed, the creases might have been born then and there. “Yes,” said Maya, with the hint of wonder in her voice. “Yes . . . we are both triplets. It’s what originally brought us together.”

“My pleasure.” The hallway beyond the room was empty and Sigrid took a moment. Twins, she repeated to herself for the third time in shock. She had suspected that she was pregnant for some time, but twins… and twelve weeks along. She knew the babies were her mates. It was either that or immaculate conception. The advancement of the pregnancy had to be due to her being a hybrid. Her turning appeared to have not caused the babies any harm, thankfully.

She had been threatening to weaponize one. She had known before the marriage. She had targeted Selene not in spite of what she carried but because of it. Selene does not say this aloud. She does not need to. Miriam's eyes confirm that they have both arrived at the same conclusion, which is what their conversations have always done when both of them were being precise. "The dreams," Selene says. "The pregnancy activated something." "Yes." "The twins will carry it too."

Her expression told a different story, and it was obvious she was looking for something as she bent to the horn. Madison swallowed the lump in her throat. “Please tell me what’s wrong? Is the baby okay?” Joan put up a hand to request silence, and after what seemed an interminable wait, she stood up again. Her smile was reassuring. “The baby is fine. Both are fine.” Madison blinked. “What?” Joan’s grin widened. “You’re having twins, dear.” She blinked again. “Whoa. I did not expect that.” Her midwife chuckled. “Most people don’t, but it’s more likely to happen when it runs in the family. Well, fraternal twins run in families. Identicals are just a happy accident of nature.”

"Fine, I'll behave, but let me hold you while we sleep. Please... I promise I won't do anything." My body stiffened. I knew struggling would only provoke a stronger reaction, so I warned him sternly, "If you try anything, I'm done with you." He gradually fell asleep. Meanwhile, I stared at the frantic comments still scrolling in front of me, finally piecing together the truth of this absurd world. I was living inside a melodramatic novel named 'Twin CEOs: Double the Danger'. The male lead of the novel was my husband, Trevor, who was still overseas handling a crisis.

"What?" "Twins," Perla repeated, a brilliant smile spreading across her face. "That's why Elias was so confused. He was hearing one heartbeat that seemed too strong, but it wasn't one heartbeat amplified—it was two heartbeats overlapping. That's why your energy levels are so erratic, why the pregnancy is progressing so aggressively. You're not supporting one life—you're supporting two." I pressed both hands to my stomach, trying to process what she was saying. "Are you sure?"

Àsàké; No you must not because the children in you will fulfill the prophecy. Oluwafunke: Children? You mean I'm with twin? Àsàké: Yes! They're twin, a boy and a girl. They will grow to love themselves in any situation they find themselves. Funke placed her hands on her tommy and smiled. Her mother also placed her hands on her daughter's tommy and smiled. Àsàké: Out here, they'll learn the true meaning of suffering. They'll have the leadership trait, strength and wisdom to rule.

Our parents had assured him that it wasn't important, and they could fork out some money to send him overseas for his studies. Our older sister, Natasha Winslow, had waved her hand dismissively. "There's nothing to worry about. If worse comes to worst, I can provide for you." Meanwhile, Claire had comforted him in a low voice, "Kev, no matter how badly you did, you're still going to score higher than Kyle. At worst, all three of us can retake the exam, and we can teach Kyle while we're at it." In their eyes, my only purpose was to make Kevin look good by being the inferior twin.