Icarly I Twins Novels & Stories

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.

I looked at my wife with a knowing, and we both counted for trouble to appear. "3...2...1..0" we finished our countdown when I heard a girl and a boy came running inside showered with blue paint. Ariel, and I tried to control our laughter after looking at the scene in front of us, because we are one hundred percent sure, the twins did that to them. "Uncle Ian, Carol, and Carl did this to us. Ask them," they complained. I was about to say something when twins came out of the treehouse, and Carlos said.

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.

They looked up at the twins with anger yet they couldn't do anything, their trembling only satisfying Twins even more, how blissful. “David’s already dead,” Icarus said flatly and he didn’t bother to hide the smirk that tugged at his lips to show they had successfully stepped forward in their revenge plan. “And guess what? One of you two is next. You or you,” Icarus pointed at Jonathan and Samuel. He continued, “We haven’t decided yet. And Uncle dearest, tell us who is going to be next?” Jonathan's blood drained from his face. His eyes darted to Samual and to the twins. Samuel was equally terrified as Jonathan but they were too stubborn to accept.

I marveled at his great skills. “Your highness, you shouldn't be doing this,” Tulsi murmured as we were untied. “She meant to say that she was grateful, your highness,” I scoffed at her. “I guess Miquel never told you, but we are twins, I'm Miguel and this is Ceasor,” he told me plainly. I stared at him, then at Ceasor. “You're not Delicate…flower?” I asked slowly, but then, I saw something on his neck.

The call dropped completely. “Are you okay?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady even though my mind was racing with panic. “What did Jane want?” Tara looked at me, and there was something calculating in her expression that made my stomach twist. “She said she was at a hotel. And she said something about… the second twin.” My blood turned to ice. “What?” “I told you once that there were these twins at my school,” Tara said slowly, like she was working through a puzzle in her head. “That one of them was always mean to me and the other one was always nice. Remember?”

“We’ve handled her before. We’ll handle her again.” But the look that passed between the twins told me this time felt different, more serious. The rest of the day carried a new weight. Victor made several more calls behind closed doors, Damien stayed closer to me than usual, as if Isabella’s renewed threat had made them even less willing to let me out of their sight. When I checked my phone, there was another message from Julian waiting, but I didn’t open it. The older problem had suddenly pushed the newer one aside. That night the three of us ended up in Victor’s private lounge, the atmosphere was thick with things unsaid. Victor poured drinks but barely touched his, Damien sat close enough

“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, that would only work if her claims were true. My eyes darkened and I was hesitant as I figured out how much I wanted to reveal. I looked at Renae reassuring her that all was under control. But she looked unfazed. She had a haughty look about her that threw me off balance. She must have something up her sleeves, I thought and suddenly, her voice boomed through the hall. "My twins' dad is the Alpha!" Her voice reverberated, taking everyone by surprise. My mouth opened wide as I stared at her. I didn't expect her to speak up so boldly.

Austin said while pointing at Ethan. "And he is Mark Taylor, Ethan's colleague." Austin said while pointing at Mark. Then they shook hands with each other. "Wow.... It's surprising you and your twins are going to marry another set of twins." Johnny said as he and Elaine were surprised to hear the information about the pair of twins' marriage. "It's even love marriage. Austin and Ellis met and ended up together because of their twins." Mark said. "Is that so?" Elaine asked and Austin nodded. "Then it would be very interesting to witness your wedding." Johnny said excitedly.