I Love My Twin Mga Nobela at Kwento

the list seemed endless. But then I remembered my darling twins, Nadia and Nathan. I smiled as I thought about them, imagining their bright eyes and infectious laughter. Everything I did was for them, and that thought made all the difference. They were my whole world, and I loved them with everything I had my wonderful babies. I was thankful that they were more like me with their looks, but Nathan certainly had his fathers' stubborn side. I shivered at the memory of Lochlan. I had done the right thing to escape him and keep my twins a secret. He would have never let me go otherwise. I hated him and that bitch Tara. How could they do that to me?

I replied shrugging. "I can become a damsel in distress just for him." She said dreamily. "Urgh! Why are you even my twin?" I asked her groaning. "You see! When I was going to born I pleaded the god saying 'God, God! I will be very alone if I don't enter this world with a twin so please send some boring person with me so that my life will be wonderful' and here you are breathing as my twin." She replied and applauded for herself.

Now, seeing the fruits of all those years of effort, I couldn't be prouder. "Mom, we owe it all to you for raising us so tirelessly all these years…" "Yeah, Mom. Without your patient guidance, we'd never have made it this far…" The twins had always been filial and considerate. They knew how much I had sacrificed for them, and often promised that once they graduated and found good jobs, they would ensure I lived out my old age in comfort. Their words filled me with warmth. And then I remembered—two days from now would be their birthday.

This girl is a queen of hell, with an angelic appearance but demonic actions. Cristine exhaled deeply, relieved. Thank goodness she doesn't have to clean someone else today. ... A/N: I love twins. My mother had a twin brother who died when they were both very little. We, the sisters, were debating who would be the mother of twins. Despite the fact that I have never had a boyfriend. Leave me alone! I'm going to a monastery. End of Text.

Our time apart made us realise how important we were to each other. As much as I want to return to Aesop, I do not wish to experience abuse again. I will rather be alone than go through that whole experience again. I was torn between daring it and walking away with a broken heart. Tia's twins were beautiful. I suspected she would have twins, judging by how she and Luke could not keep their hands off each other. I knew it would definitely have a double effect. I had brought them together out of greed, but that was the only thing I was glad I did because I had never seen a love as strong as theirs. I prayed to the goddess that I would experience that love one day.

I want my twin back. I want Karyna back.

she asked, snickering. Alex shrugged. "I just can't believe I'm in love with you. I mean... I love you, of course, you're the most important thing in the world to me. You're my twin, you know?" Toni smirked. "Of course I do, I'm your twin." Alex rolled her eyes. "But, I'm also in love with you, goober. Like, for real in love. When did that happen?" Toni smiled. "Probably one of those times we were going down on each other."

In every version of my life I could imagine, in every timeline, every world, every possible corner of the universe — it was only ever them. Just them. Fuck. Was I doomed? Because the twins — God — the twins were not in love with me. That much I was certain of. And one-sided love? Turns out it's a completely different beast when it's real. Not dramatic the way books make it. Not bittersweet and poetic. Just... heavy. Like something pressing down on your chest that you can't name and can't shake. I didn't want to be stuck in this. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I straightened my spine, wiped the tears from my face with the back of my hand, and looked back toward the glittering tower where my life had just shattered. “Never again,” I whispered to the empty street, to the sister who hated me, to the man who’d chosen the wrong twin for thirty minutes. “I will never turn back.”

May 1st 2001: Dear Diary, Athena, Athena, Athena. It's always about her. Athena your so quiet. Athena wow you are such a talented surfer. Athena Athena Athena. I'm tired of hearing my twin sisters name. We could look the same but we are nothing alike.