I Have Twin Girlfriend Novels & Stories

I said honestly, “but also… pure-hearted. They don’t know anything about us. They don’t even know werewolves exist.” She burst into laughter. “Well, that makes sense. Humans always live in their own little bubble.” Then her tone softened. “But seriously, how are you?” At that question, my stomach twisted painfully. I swallowed. “Girl… I just got tangled in a mess.” There was a brief pause. “What kind of mess?” I closed my eyes. “Those twins,” I said quietly. “They’re here.” “Twins?” she repeated, confused. “Kaeren and Kael,” I said, my voice dropping. “They’re in this college.”

“But you grabbed me first.” “Because you were yelling,” he said. I rolled my eyes and looked around the large office. Papers everywhere. Coffee cup half full. Coat on the table close to him. It all felt too real for a lie. I sighed. “So… how long have you around.” “A while.” “That’s not an answer.” “It’s the one you get.” “You sound like him sometimes,” I muttered. “We’re twins.” I rubbed my arms. I suddenly felt cold, even though the office wasn’t. “This is insane.”

I feel the need to exert some frustration from work, and my new sub is the perfect way. I turn in time to see Allister and Camden both go up to the same women. Identical twins with identical tastes. I wonder if she knew she was fucking twins. If not, she will be in a few minutes. It’s nothing the twins don’t do in competition. They will both be fucking her to see who gets her to orgasm first.

I gave my Mafia husband forty years of marriage. His last request was that I stop making things difficult for my stepsister. “She has no one, Elena. Let her keep what I gave her.” The night my stepsister fled her arranged marriage, my stepmother drugged me and sent me to Dante De Luca’s penthouse to save the family’s shipping deal. When I woke, I told him the truth. “Call off the wedding. I’ll explain everything.” The young Mafia boss fastened my open collar. “You’re the one I’ll be waiting for tomorrow. I take care of my wife.” For a while, he did. He remembered my favorite food and stayed beside me through my nightmares. I began to believe he could love me. Three years later, Evelyn called

"Mrs. Marchetti, you had access to a private driver, a black American Express card, a wardrobe that cost more than a small house. Does that sound like a prisoner to you?" "I had what he wanted me to have," I replied, my voice icy. "I didn't have the freedom to leave, or the right to say no." "And is it true you engaged in a sexual relationship with your husband's identical twin?" "Yes." "So you are an adulteress." I held his gaze. "I am a survivor of abuse. The difference between your client and me is that I never lied about who I was. I never tried to kill anyone. And I never broke the law."

That was enough to refuel my initial anger. “We are not identical, and the answer is still NO.” To hell with her 35k and the amazing things it would do for me. Arla’s jaw tightened slightly. “Carlton is never going to find out because you do not exist,” she said again, calmly—more composed this time. I flinched as though I had been slapped. “I told him my family died in a house fire, and he doesn't even know I had a twin. He believes I am the only child of our parents.”

She snickered and held on tightly, a little too tight. “Fine fine I won’t tease you anymore.” “Good.” I felt slightly guilty, after all, after today the twins would both be dating me. They said ‘separately’ but technically that would mean I had two almost-boyfriends. “But seriously though, who do you like?!” “They’re our CEOs Clover! Don’t make them call HR,” I tutted and thankfully, we got near her office. I pushed her into it playfully and waved bye. She was pouting, an unreadable look in her eyes.

Hell, Kyle put his arm around my shoulders last week and I wasn't ready to drop down on all fours. The more the twin's touched me, the more muddled my mind seemed to get. Whats so wrong with wanting them? A random voice ran through my head, posing a question that had me lost in thought. It wasn't exactly normal to be shared between two guys, but I couldn't choose between the twin's. They both clearly wanted me for some odd reason, and obviously weren't opposed to sharing. And deep down, I wanted the both of them. I wanted to be shared.

“You started it.” “I did.” He took a drag. “I’m not going to pretend I didn’t. I’m done pretending, actually. It’s exhausting, being the easy one. The fun one. The one nobody has to worry about.” He looked out at the dark. “For once in my life, I want something that’s mine. And I’m not going to step aside.” I looked at my brother. My twin. The boy I’d shared a womb with, a childhood with, a grief with.

They share similar smiles and postures; the only differences are their hair and faces. My breathing stops. No—identical. Fraternal. Fuck! No wonder I refuse to forget the name, Sawyer. Caroline is my ex-wife’s twin sister, and Callie was caught with her husband. This is insane. Twin. My eyes lock on the single word. For several seconds, my brain refuses to process it. I read it again: not cousins, not sisters several years apart—twins. Like fucking twins. A humorless laugh escapes me. I lean closer to the screen, as if the words will somehow change.