Hitachiin Twins Novels & Stories

I marveled at his great skills. “Your highness, you shouldn't be doing this,” Tulsi murmured as we were untied. “She meant to say that she was grateful, your highness,” I scoffed at her. “I guess Miquel never told you, but we are twins, I'm Miguel and this is Ceasor,” he told me plainly. I stared at him, then at Ceasor. “You're not Delicate…flower?” I asked slowly, but then, I saw something on his neck.

"What did you imagine?" "Nothing complicated. You, painting something in a kitchen somewhere. Me, pretending to read while I actually watched you work." He almost laughed, low and rough. "I used to think it was pathetic, wanting something that small. I had every resource in the world, and the thing I actually wanted was that ordinary." "I used to wonder too," Hannah admitted. "Not as often as I probably should have. But sometimes, at dinners with Danny, I'd catch you across the table, and for half a second I'd forget which twin I'd married."

The response was short, containing only three words: 'Kill the twins! Staring at those words, he felt puzzled. He couldn't quite understand the meaning behind those words. Kill the twins? The twins are probably referring to Hilda and Linux, the fraternal twins. So, she only wants to kill Connie's children and end the family lineage? But, from my observations during this time, Connie isn't particularly bothered by blood ties. Aside from Hilda and Linux, she still has several backups, such as Thomas and Luna, that could inherit her will. Therefore, more than two targets exist if she wanted to eliminate Connie's successors. So, why only kill the twins?

Three days apart—Ysabel Eldridge must have been dying to see him. Sure enough, Scott didn't even take the car—he ran straight to the building three blocks behind ours. I took a breath and noted the floor where the elevator stopped, a cold smile spreading across my face. 'No wonder I never noticed anything—turns out the two of them were right under my nose. Scott Camden, you really thought this through.' Pulling out my phone, I sent off a message and went home to start packing. The house was full of baby items—two of everything. Looking closely, I finally noticed something strange. Though they were meant to be identical, the quality wasn't the same at all. Even the twin strollers had differen

Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore. …… Ever since I was little, my grandma always told me, "There’s no one better than a mother." But I always felt like she was lying to me. When I was eight, my mom took forever to come pick me up. When we finally got home, I saw her comforting Gwen Lincoln, my twin sister. We looked almost identical, except I had an extra mole beneath my left eye. "Mom, who is she?" "She’s Kate, your sister from the countryside." Their dissatisfied questioning and cold response left me with a sense of unease.

Mia agreed with a smile. Beau brushed her hair back over her shoulder and kissed her again, and Mia knew she’d made the best decision of her life, choosing Mr. Whitaker, the younger twin. She would never have to submit to Sam Whitaker again, and in Beau, she’d find everything she could possibly need.

He had a modellike body, and I knew that despite how dark his soul was, he was one of the most handsome brothers. “Tristan. Since you feel that you can come into the dining room after I do, I guess you should say the grace. Since you believe you're that old now.” He laughed, and I could tell that beneath his laughter, his emotions were simmering. His anger was about to roll over, and I knew it was only a matter of time before he unleashed it. That was how it was with twins like us. We were connected in a way that was beyond understanding, and sometimes I hated it. I hated it because of how dark my twin was, and because of how difficult it was to mindlink him or know his thoughts.

Is being pregnant for a stranger not enough so what's the other news. With shaky lips Stella asked, "What else mom?" Hannah looked at Jace then looked back at Stella and sighed, "You're not just pregnant with one baby but two babies, you're carrying a set of twins in your stomach" Hannah completed. Stella almost fainted when she heard this.. twins? She was going to give birth to twins. Back then when her neighbors hadn't moved out yet, Mr Vincent's wife gave birth to twins and Stella could remember the stress she faced to take care of the babies especially when they would start crying. Those times her neighbor's house was full of nothing but pure noise, each time Mr Vincent's wife wanted to

And still… here I was. Drawn to them. Again. Against reason. Against vengeance. Against the oath I had sworn over my parents’ graves. I stopped at the edge of the clearing, my breath catching when I saw them waiting. The Ligaya twins. Two figures framed by the pale wash of moonlight, shoulders squared, wolves bristling beneath their skin. They looked like shadows carved out of the night itself…dangerous, unyielding, every inch of them a reminder of what I had sworn to destroy.

Everywhere became silent and the witches stood up to honor her. She waved at them, smiling. They waited for her to sit before they sat down too. She smiled. "We bring good news to you all. The twins are already manifesting their powers. In a few days, they will be eighteenth and their power will be fully manifested". Shout erupted in the coven. This is good news for them. She raised her hand to stop them. "But there is a problem". They stared at her with curiosity written all over their faces. Different thoughts running through their minds. "What could the problem be?" They thought.