Identical Novels & Stories

I say trying to calm her. Elsa and I are more than friends. We are more like sisters, we both stand at a height of 5'9 with golden hair, the only difference is our eye color. Hers are a light brown shade while mine are a very deep shade of green. Most people think we are sisters but we are both just two orphans that met one faithful day, fell in love with one another and became inseparable ever since. My mind is brought back with a mocking laugh behind us, I turn around and find Samuel.

In one of the buds, a tiny almost invisible marking was made in black A small cursive ‘K’ My stomach dropped. NO. To be continued.......

The resemblance is quite notable. She has the same eye as her brother. She is beautiful, tall and slim. She carries a cold expression like her brother but I know better than to judge from their look. "Guys, Alex called out. This is Vivian, my girlfriend." With that being said, they all snap their head in my direction, acknowledging my existence. "Hi, I smiled nervously." "You are?" Someone I assume to be Alex's mom questioned, disgustingly eyeing me. "Vivian Blake. I smiled, trying to be as polite as I can."

gulping down a bit of the surprise which had formed in my mind my mouth gaped slightly in astonishment, “You smell it to?” nodding a smile instantly spread across his face as he came to softly touch my cheek with his hand, “You smell like mountain dew to me,” a smile instantly spread across my own face as I nodded, “And you to me,” pulling back his hand which was still resting against my cheek I looked down at it and noticed the symbol that had been burnt on there, I immediately lifted my own symbolled hand to his as I studied it. Both symbols were exactly the same, if I had to describe it then I would have to say it looked like a broken circle with a curved line running through the bottom o

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

He says. I look away. I can’t face looking at him right now. “How can I be mated to you both? How is that even a thing?” “Because Aeron and I are identical twins. It’s the same for all Wolves like us.” He says. “All twins?” “No, only identical ones. Aeron and I are from the same egg. Normal twins are fraternal, from two eggs. Because we have the same genetic makeup we share the same mate.” “So, if there were identical She-Wolves, then they would have one mate?” I ask trying to understand it.

“Everything’s okay.” He nods, pulling away. “I know,” he says through a sob as he wipes his eyes and sniffles. “He’s just so fucking cute.” He smiles. “Looks like he could be Lyla’s fucking twin.” He lets out a laugh and I can’t help but do the same. It is kind of funny. “That’s because they basically are,” I say, shaking my head. “Twins share the same DNA. Dane and Dex are identical. It’s the same DNA, even though it’s different people.”

“Can you read his aura?” “No,” I answer right away. “I’ve never learned how.” “A king’s aura burns golden. Look at Frederick and Ferdinand. Can you read them?” I turn my attention to the Beta and Gamma sitting on either side of Alfred. Like the ex-king, they didn’t get up, which is rude and unacceptable, even if Alfred was still the King. They have to respect the prince. The others were right. They are identical. Most identical twins are never a hundred percent identical - one is a little shorter or the other as a tiny, distinctive mole, but these two are exactly the same.

From holding Alex 20 hours a day. “We want,” I said. “Twins,” Adrian said. Like he was still testing the word. “Two. Girls or boys or one of each, we don’t—” “Girls,” Dr. Hewitt said. Ten seconds later. Pointing at the screen. “Both girls. Identical. See here. And here.” Two profiles. Two noses. My nose. Two heartbeats. _Thump-thump. Thump-thump_. 167 BPM. Both of them.