Icarly I Twins Novels & Stories

The old man gives me a brief nod and then comes inside his home again. The Hale twins are playing in front of their lawn, with matching pigtails and dresses. The two have grown into two adorable seven-year-olds. They run towards my direction, pulling my hand to join their playtime. “We missed you, Charlie!” Tom cheerfully smiles at me, flashing her adorable set of teeth with eyes closed. Kacy, her twin, tugs my hand to capture my attention. The two drags me to their sand pit, showing me their half-finished sand castle in progress.

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.

The streets of the capital were crowded, yet they felt like a labyrinth designed to keep us from our goal. Dominic led me away from the center, his grip on my hand so firm it was as if he were afraid I would dissolve back into the data stream. We weren't acting like strangers anymore; there was a telepathic thrum between us—the mate bond, reborn in the heart of a dead simulation. "The twins," I said, trying to keep my pace with his long strides. "If we’re in the same loop, they must be somewhere in the city. If they’ve been reset, they won't have the memories. They’ll be… children again. Vulnerable."

“Damien! Come join us. I told you he’d show up eventually, Elara. Victor’s twin brother, he travels a lot for their business interests, but he’s family now.” She knew, of course she knew, yet seeing them side by side made my head spin. Identical, yet… not. Damien’s smirk was sharper, his eyes wilder as they landed on me. “Well, hello there,” Damien drawled, pulling out a chair directly across from me. His gaze raked over me slowly, openly appreciative. “You must be the famous Elara, Victor didn’t do you justice.” My cheeks burned, I could feel Victor’s tension radiating beside me. “Nice to meet you,” I managed, my voice barely steady.

“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.