I Have Twin Girlfriend Novels & Stories

The Twin’s Secret The dawn light filtered softly through the dense canopy, casting dappled shadows over the camp. Elena sat quietly near the edge of the clearing, cradling one of her twins in her arms while the other explored the woods nearby, curiosity lighting up their bright eyes. For a moment, peace seemed possible — fragile, but real.

The hasty cremation, the evasive answers—I had suspected all along that neither of them had truly died. And after Jeremy's "death," I discovered I was pregnant. With twins. That was when I conceived my boldest plan. I took on the role of caretaker for Jeremy and Janey's supposed illegitimate sons. Under the guise of grief too deep to bear, I retreated to the countryside with them. Two years later, I returned—with my own twins. Everyone believed they were Jeremy's illegitimate children. Even my own parents were deceived. They scolded me for being a fool, and friends mocked me for lowering myself to raise another woman's children.

* His eyes moved down the page. **VANCE, AURORA — BORN OCT 12.** **VANCE, LUNA — BORN OCT 12.** Ethan stopped breathing for a second. Twins. Aurora had never mentioned a sister. Not once. In all the conversations they had shared about her childhood, her family, and her past, she had spoken as if she had grown up alone. Ethan turned the page. And his entire body went still. A surveillance photograph was attached to the top corner of the file.

I say to them, although I didn’t mean it at all. I watch as Rica's lips twitch happily but it doesn’t sit well with me at all. All these! The memories we share... She was ready to just give it up to go and spend some time with her husband to be. She didn’t care about me. We are twins for God’s sake and yet she is acting as if we are just mere siblings. Is that really what she thinks about me? I thought we are meant to be together. As of now I wonder. If my girlfriend were to leave her twin, to come stay with me, will I accept?

I force my patience out and sit there playing with my 4 year old sister. She is cute, I have to admit. Derrick and I are twins, as are Melody and Marley. It's kinda cool being a twin.. But it's also weird having a twin who isn't full blood. Humans just think we're non-identical twins so it's all cool. Mum and Dad, and Kaden worry that our dysfunctional family set up may cause issues for our future mates, but right now I'm not fussed. I'm almost 13, it's not like I'm ready to get a girlfriend yet, let alone settle down.

For me, it feels like home. “What’s got that smile on your face, my twin?” Quinn asks me. We’re currently in the middle grounds, watching our oldest pups, both boys, running around while our twins rest in their carriers beside us. I guess as twins, it makes sense that both Quinn and I would have twins. What we didn’t expect is that we’d both have a boy first, and then we’d both get pregnant with twin girls. Our packs will never be the same if Cohen and Emerson are any indication. Cohen loves our son, but these girls already have him wrapped around their little fingers.

Are you so insecure with your twin that now that she’s dead, you want to replace her so badly? Haha! I really knew this day would come when Yvette would act like a bitch hiding in sheep's clothing, trying to campaign for women's empowerment, but marry her twin’s husband. Walk the talk. Your brand was supposed to become the voice of the woman who’s been tormented by men, and yet you married the husband of your twin.

Fuck. Of course that isn't what happened. The twins enemies did not fucking do this. They did. They got bored of me. They fell out of love with me. Or maybe they realized that they never loved me. They just wanted to fuck me. I was the shiny, new, never before used toy and they wanted someone to have fun and use and that is what I was for them. That shiny, new, never before used toy. That someone they could have fun with. I am such a fucking stupid idiot.

I filled my glass up one last time and went to recline in a couch, the two ladies in clear view of me. I nodded my head at the red haired one. "You, what's your name?" "Lyla," she answered. Lyla. Kyla. Either this was a beautiful coincidence or they were shitting me. "Two of you are friends?" The one thing that usually killed the mood about threesomes was a situation where the ladies involved were perfect strangers and had no chemistry whatsoever. It made everything feel forced and boring and made me want to get the whole thing over and done with. "We are twin sisters."

I intendedly said that with sarcasm. “Ouch,” she pretended like she really hurt inside. “Didn't you miss your twin sister?” I chuckled and shook my head. “How can I miss the woman who has the same face as mine? The only difference we have is our hair color,” I mentioned and tilted my head. Bria Barbara, my twin sister. I was serious when I said that the only difference we have is our hair color. Why? Her hair is orange that goes well with our milky smooth skin, while my hair is just a simple brown hair.