I Love My Twin Novels & Stories

Alexia’s pov Ava always gets what she wants, people just love her for being her, she gets every attention in a room when she enters. Ava is my twin sister and every time I always question the moon goddess on why we are twins. I like my sister I don’t just like the fact that she steals everything I want without even having to lift a finger, I just don’t get it. I have always had feelings for Cane which I feel every one in our friend group knew except Ava of course. He knew too that I like him but he rejected me with good reasons tho.

He's just listening and starring at us. "How about me? I feel like I am just out of her taste. I feel like a virus trying to go to her body every time there is a runaway," my twin said painfully. "Whatever. You are too lucky that my idol is eyeing you, twin. I had no idea what she was talking about, but I could feel her suffering." "Twin, focus on the positive side. I know you can do it. Don't dwell on what makes you sad and in pain." I said while looking at her.

I stood up, and crossed my arms in front of him. "Are you going to open up or not?" I asked, and he raised his hand as if surrendering. "I'll open up, then." I sat down next to him, and he silently listened. "You see, it's difficult for me to share this with others, and I know you, or anyone will hate my twin for what he did. Even I am still furious with him; I want to kill him, to be honest. But I love my twin so much." I remained quiet, waiting for him to continue.

You couldn't do that. Maybe I wasn't the person for him, my feelings never faded he was my first love and I don't think its easy to try and move on from that even though he reminds me all the time that there will never be a us. I always assumed the twins would bring us together but not really. Its quite sad, the things we do for love.

“Do you love him?” I placed my hand on my tummy. “Yes, I do, Mama. He’s not as bad as everyone thinks. And I’m having twins.” She put both her hands over mine. “I don’t want you to end up like me. Sometimes love isn’t enough to make up for all the bullshit one has to deal with.” I dropped my head on her shoulder. “I get that, Mama. But we are different.” She stroked my hair. “We women tell ourselves that all the time. I used to believe it myself.” A sigh passed over her lips. “Call him then.”

We had suffered so much, yet our husbands didn't believe us and didn't even care about us! Back when my twin sister and I married the Smith twins, our story made the front page of the Avalon Times. Everyone said it was fate—the perfect match. Twin sisters marrying twin brothers sounded like something straight out of a fairy tale. People sent us their blessings, calling it the most romantic story of the year. But now? That fairytale had turned into something else entirely. Our marriages were far from perfect. They weren't even happy. They were devastating. "Lily, look at Annie's post," I choked, handing the phone to her.

He just looked at me, my fangs an inch from his face, and slowly … slowly … he smiled. “Did you just bare your fangs at me, brother?” His voice was soft. Almost delighted. Like I’d finally given him something he’d been waiting for. I should have let him go. I knew I should. This was my brother. My twin. The other half of the only family I had left after our mother died. I didn’t let him go. Because he was right, and that was the worst part. He’d named the thing I’d been refusing to say out loud for weeks. It wasn’t her power. It wasn’t her bloodline.

Kenny said. I screamed. I threw punches and kicks at him, not caring where they landed. I wanted to end everything. I hated Kenny. I hated myself even more. Last night, I already knew it wasn’t Kenny, yet I still let him touch me. Worse, I enjoyed every second of it. And now the ugly truth stood before me. Kenny had been sharing me with his twin brother; a twisted pact they had sworn to each other while growing up. To him, I was nothing more than part of their sick game.

Helens POV I thought, when I fell in love with Justin, that I knew what true love really felt like. That was until I met my babies. The love in my heart for my twins surpassed anything I’d ever felt before. I wanted to protect them, and at the same time, I wanted to take them out and show them to everyone I met. I wanted to have them seen, for the world to know that I had created perfection.

“I can handle the dog. You know chicks love guys with a puppy anyway. He’ll be my wingman since you’re deserting me.” Owen and I have spent time apart, of course, but for most of our lives, we’ve done things together. Having a twin is like having a built-in best friend, and we get each other without even trying. Which isn’t always a good thing. There are many things about Owen I’d rather not get. “I’ll call in and check on you every day,” I tease. “Should I prepare meals for you too? Label them in the fridge with which day of the week you can eat them on?”