Icarly I Twin Novels & Stories

Isolde’s POV I had a twin—Isla. Yeah, I know. The names? Tragic. Go ahead and blame our parents for thinking rhyming was cute. Isla was the golden child. We were identical down to the last eyelash, but somehow, she always sparkled a little more. Boys tripped over themselves for her. She was sweet, graceful, soft-spoken, basically the lead role in a fairy tale. Me? I was the background noise. Loud, impulsive, stubborn as hell, and apparently allergic to rules. Definitely not the favorite.

Could it be that word of how she treated me earlier got to our father, and he warned her about it? At this point, I didn’t even have a choice but to take her hand and walk right into the crowd with her. I sighted a blonde who waved at us. Blair pulled me towards her. “Elena, meet Ariana, my twin sister. Ari, meet Elena, my best friend.” Elena stretched out her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Ari. Blair has told me so much about you.” I raised a brow. “She has?” “Of course.”

"A dinner date with you and the sister to prove I'm a good boy? Yeah, okay. I can do that. Pick a high-end spot and tell me when, Sweetgirl." I blink, totally shocked by how fast he agreed to the total chaos. "Really? You don't mind? My stepsister Vanessa is going to be there too..." "The sister who took the photo?" he asks, and I can practically hear the wicked smirk on his face. "Perfect. I love an audience. Give me the time and place, Jami. I'll see you guys there." "Okay," I murmur, swallowing the lump in my throat. "I'll text you the details."

However, his father had said it so there had to be an atom of truth in it, right? As she thought of Trevor, she really wished she could have a normal relationship. These were supposed to be the best years of her life according to the internet, but each time it seemed like everything was going well, her hopes crumbled like dust the next. It was both sad and embarrassing. After a few moments of absent-mindedly searching for the twins, she finally found them. When they recognized her, they screamed like they had not seen her in years and ran with their little legs almost reaching their necks, up to her.

I’ve never seen him but ever since Erica started working in that company, she had been seeing him almost all the time to the point that he had to ask her out. Erica came home that day, flying to me first to tell me about it. Although I didn’t like the idea that he would ask a 20 year old to be his girlfriend when he is 24, it didn’t sit well with me. But it’s been 2 years and I can’t be any less happier for my twin. I mean that is why we were born, so we could be each other’s best friends. Having each other’s back whenever needed and supporting each other’s ideas.

They started arguing like siblings making Ricardo to chuckle at their banter at the same time the same emptiness that he had felt since Rylee's death returned making him clutch his heart. They sure sound like siblings and maybe they are siblings. " Are you guys related?" Ricardo asked indirectly, not wanting to get his opinions out and be wrong. " Unfortunately! Yeah! He is my twin and I know we don't look alike as we are fraternal twins." Roxy cleared the air before sitting in the chair in front of Ricardo, Rob followed her. " Okay! So now what? I passed your test so am I eligible to join your gang?" Ricardo held his breath while the twins looked at each other, a telepathic kind of conversa

I’ve been strapped in this hospital bed for four days before they finally come. Old friends from collage. I’m on a wheelchair bound walk with a supervising nurse and tranquilized. Only the tranquilizer barely numbs me. They must not realize the immunity I’ve built is stronger than their standard dosages. Carson and Hailey Fletcher. They are twins. I’d befriended Hailey in school and had become closer to Carson because of that. He’d been in school to become a doctor. Based on the white jacket he currently wears, I can easily assume he succeeded.

Ivanna chirps, her voice bright and teasing as she strides past me into my room. I stand there, frozen, staring at Lyla with a mix of bewilderment, amusement, and sheer mortification. Clayton and Caleb. The infamous twins. One a renowned fashion designer, the other the owner of an entertainment empire. Both famous for their devotion to each other—and their shared love for women. “They’re both…?” I can’t even finish the sentence. Lyla’s shy blush deepens, and Ivanna’s laughter echoes from inside my room. I shake my head, torn between wanting to laugh and feeling completely overwhelmed.

“You and your boyfriend look really good together by the way. I'm sorry if I had interrupted...anything too.” For a second, Luca stared blankly at me. Then he burst into laughter. An actual laugh and boy did he look dreamy. 'No wonder that other guy fell for him.' I thought silently. He bent slightly, shaking his head while waving his hand in amusement. “Boyfriend?” he repeated between chuckles. “That was my twin brother girl.” My face burned instantly. “Oh my God.” “We’re Irish twins technically,” he explained with an amused smile. “Born really close together.”

Relief washed through me. Without those records, Giovanni could never truly be Giovanni again. He would exist only as Marco, the insignificant twin who had never touched the family's inner circle. The identity he had stolen with such care had just become his prison. After the funeral, Natalia tugged at my sleeve. Her voice dropped to a whisper, sharp with a child's instincts. "Mama, when Uncle Marco touched his nose just now, it was exactly like Papa. And the way he talks, too. It feels the same."