I Love My Twin Mga Nobela at Kwento

he says, “I don’t know what gave you the impression that I can ever agree to marry you Benjimen Edwards, you are pathetic” I say. What the hell is wrong with him, he is Ben’s twin brother for heaven’s sake, how many more times did he want to disrespect him, isn’t he even ashamed of himself “I loved Ben, I still do, I can barely look at any other man since his passing. You are dating Selina, why don’t you ask her to marry you instead?”

"Do you still wish to see him again?" "Me? Well....um...Yeah!" Thelma stammered. "I mean, if Fate says we should!" "I really don't know what love is but I don't want to feel it if it makes you extraordinary stupid!" Theresa waved her hand dismissively and went to the bathroom. *************************** BRrrrriiiing! The doorbell rang. The twin were at their mini dining room, eating lunch. "Who is going to answer the door?" Thelma asked. She could guess Theresa would say her name.

I fell on the chair. He’s right. Nothing changes the fact that he is my brother and my twin. I always thought back in the past that because we are twins, we will live together forever, doing everything together, having each other's backs because that is how twins are to function. But I find myself drifting further away from Eric. It’s even more like we are strangers. God made me the stronger one and him kind of the weaker one. I’m to be his strength and him my weakness. But I don’t have a weakness because everything is my weakness.

I heard myself say and her gaze fell to her laps. “I know, but it's hard not to sometimes,” she said with a small shrug. “He's my twin, the person I expect to understand me the most but…” she huffed a humorless laugh. “That's impossible with him. I do know he loves me though. He's just… well, ignorant? Oblivious? Insensitive? I don't even know anymore but he's always been like that. Maybe it's what people call ‘tough love.’”

And I loved every second of it. For once, she wasn’t the twin in the spotlight — I was.

he asked, but how could I probably see from the fact that I bore no interest in whatever it was that he was speeding on? “I had a twin. We lived together; of course, your mother fell in love with him because she was weak, and yes so my twin. He was just as weak; they were in a relationship, moved with each other, and made out all around that it made me sick to the pit of my belly. But I wanted hiper all to myself, so I waited. Oh, the moon goddess was nice enough to align with her, and when she found out I had been true lover, she was in despair.

"Even now, I'm not sure if I am. But when something changes, it changes for a reason." I let my gaze slide to him sideways, predatory. "It's different for you though, isn't it?" His throat worked as he swallowed. "Why would it be?" “Because you’re twins,” I said simply. “I hear twins are very connected. On a spiritual level, I mean. They say you feel what he feels. And he feels what you feel.” “That’s just superstition,” he muttered. “There’s truth in superstition. A grain of it, at least.” I turned to him fully. “Have you ever been in love, Alpha Ewan?”

I love them more than anything else in this world. They are my blood, my heirs, they are my heart. I would do anything for them in a heartbeat. My happiness depends on my twins happiness. Now I know my decision.

She has a point. “I’m starting to have feelings Violet. What if he’s playing me for a fool?” I admit only to her. “Tis better to have loved and lost then to never have loved at all.” Violet lifts her brow. Blonde hair shining in the sun. “I love you. Now tell me what’s going on with you and the twins but spare me the fucking details.” I laugh Her and the twins have always been the three amigos. She allows them to worship her and they do whatever she says. It’s hilarious and weird.

Then, turning back to Amber, he immediately comforted her softly, "Violet won't be upset. I know you didn't mean it. Just ignore her!" I couldn't help but find Brice's words laughable. After all, how could I not be angry? The only reason I wasn't was because the person standing before him wasn't truly me, but my twin sister, Indigo. Indigo and I might look identical, but our personalities had been different since we were young. I was always obedient and kind, while Indigo was rebellious and aloof from an early age. Our lives unfolded along parallel but opposite lines. I followed the path Mom and Dad laid out—studying, growing up, meeting every expectation—while Indigo dropped out of high sch