I Love My Twin Novels & Stories

She used the case of her twin and the connection with Clyde to pull herself to the top. You were so untouchable and feeling mighty at the top, but your selfishness reeks in you as you are now slowly exposed for how bitch you are. Clyde wasn’t your husband; it was your twins. So why did you marry him? Are you so insecure with your twin that now that she’s dead, you want to replace her so badly?

Leam said as he took a quick bite of the eggs. “That is true. It is extremely rare for someone to have two mates, even for twins. It is usually only alpha twins that have a single mate. Although it doesn’t make sense to me.” Lucas said and Leam nodded in agreement. “Considering we are encouraged to have many pups. Not exactly fair to our single mate, is it?” Leam mentioned. “Right, yeah. I was definitely not expecting two mates. I was expecitng more than one and I guess I am worried that I won't be able to satisfy you.”

she questioned and Nick stared at her in silent "I just found out the most terrible news about myself. I just found out my twin sister has different parents," she said and Nick raised his eyebrow "Yes, Chantel has a different mother and father even though my mum gave birth to both of us. My mum took a surrogate deal and she met with my father and somehow I was born alongside Chantel," she narrated

Hey there, lovely reader 🖤 If you’re seeing this, it probably means you read My Twin Alpha Valentines—which still blows my mind, by the way. So many of you joined me for that chaotic, dramatic love triangle, and I just want to say… thank you. It was one of the first stories that made me realize how many of you were out there, loving the same tropes and twisted love stories I love writing. And now, I’ve got something new for you.

I thought about it for what felt like hours until my eyes got heavy and I dozed off. The next day I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing. I reached for it on the nightstand and saw two text messages from the Sherwood Twins. My heart jumped a little when I saw their names on my screen. The first message was from Lucius. I opened it and read. "Hey my love. I did another investigation on the letter and discovered that inside the box there's an automated machine and an ATM card inside but to open the box you must have the key."

“Madonna mia. Look at you. You’re huge.” Emilia swatted her arm, laughing. “It’s been a month! What did you expect?” “Twins or not, you look like you’ve swallowed a melon,” Isadora teased, but her voice was soft with awe. She rested a hand gently over Emilia’s stomach. “They’re really in there. Alive. I can’t believe it.” “They’re fighters,” Emilia whispered, her hand covering Isadora’s. “Just like us.” Their laughter dissolved into another tight hug, the kind only twins could share—the kind that stitched together every wound, every scar.

“Well, look at you now. Not so pure anymore, are you?” “Why?!” I screamed, body trembling. She was my twin sister. We’d shared a womb. We grew up together. “I wanted to see all that innocence destroyed. You know what’s funny? I hate you because you are always there to share mom and dad’s attention but we both know that’s a lie. They always loved me more. And now everyone else can see why.” She flicked my forehead. “This is exactly where you belong—on the floor. Fat pig.” she popped her gum, “It’s so humiliating and embarrassing if people know you are my twin.”

I will always cherish the sweet memories. Please, devote your time and life in taking care of our twins, Christine and Christopher. They do not deserve you hating them because of this. They deserve all the love and care in the world. Treat them with utmost love. They are my precious jewels and evwn though I am very far away from them, I will love them with all my heart. Please forgive me if I have done anything wrong with you. I love you now and always. Take care of yourself, I will miss you and the twins.

This was too much for my grown up heart to cater for. The twins that l loved with all my heart,the ones that have been my first priority,the ones that have grown to be my best friends and made me proud when they called dad with a smile turned out that they weren't my own fresh and blood.

But at the same moment—One of the twins screamed. Not in fear. In pain.