Identical Novels & Stories

He said sitting back in his chair with a stupid smirk on his face. The strawberry blonde lady 'luna' beside him stared at me intensely with pity waiting for my response, my mom and sister were both shooting daggers at me. The both of them are perfect replicas of each other, both have dirty blonde hair and light brown eyes, my mom is slightly taller than my sister and slightly fatter too, they both have the same mouth but we all took my dad's nose. In the same way, they are identical in appearance they are also identical in character, my brother just stood there quietly and faded into the background, he had dark hair like myself

, mom said and after a while she hung up the phone. I felt relieved because of the great news mom had told me. "Thank you Lord!", I said to myself then I jumped out of bed and took the picture frame that was placed above the drawer. It was Reid's and my picture taken on our birthday last year. My brother and I are really identical, so no wonder people would surely get confused in identifying our names. The only thing that I have which Reid doesn't have was, a birthmark on my chest. But our facial features and body building exactly look the same.

I shake my hands out, take a deep breath and turn the handle. The door slowly opens, I peek in and in the dim light from the hallway I notice it is almost exactly the same as Kota’s, same color, set-up, everything, even the pictures on the walls. This twin thing is interesting. I look over at the massive bed in the middle of the room and saw the two most beautiful men I have ever seen. With their eyes closed, they are identical in almost every way. If you didn’t really know them, there would be no way to tell them apart.

So, her staring at her face was completely understandable. Shirley reached up and gently touched her own face, saying apologetically, "Has my appearance caused you a lot of trouble?" Camille finally snapped out of it and smiled, saying, "No, I'm sorry, I was rude. It's just that you really look so much alike! When my brother told me, I thought it couldn't be possible! There may be people who look similar in this world, but being identical is impossible. But the moment I saw you, I knew I was wrong!"

Her skin tone was unique, honey tan skin with a body frame of 38-28-38. I always felt there was none like her. But I was always wrong. Her twin sister, Vanya, is exactly the same as her. A photocopy. With the same skin tone and body frame of 38-28-38 as they were identical twins. Now the creator had made two exact copies of his best creations, I thought.

I саn’t hеlр lаughіng. The twо of thеm are classic brоthеr and sister material. They’re physically ѕіmіlаr, and ѕhаrе fасіаl еxрrеѕѕіоnѕ аnd bоdу language, but іn еvеrу оthеr wау, thеу’rе dіffеrеnt.

I take some deep breaths to try and still my racing heart and tears. “Yes, there are. Do you know that his father and my father are identical twins?” I shake my head. He speaks slowly as if to drag out the information, to shock me with it. “My mother and his mother are also identical twins.” I gasp at this and he smiles at my reaction. “There is more. All four of them were born on the same day. My cousin and I were also born on the same day.” My face is full of shock as I stare at Garon.

Our mothers instantly became friends after they met our fathers, had had so many double dates, girls days and nights sent them on the fast train to become best friends too. And now they're like our extended family. Shared birthdays, celebrations, holidays and vacations. Morwenna and I, we were truly what people say the opposite faces in the same coin. Being the go-getter, you-only-live-once kinda girl she is, Mo will be the one girl you find bungee-jumping, zip-lining, or do anything adrenaline-related (because adrenaline rush was so addictive, her words not mine, that crazy girl). And every the fashionista, her obsession on fashion world and celebrities is bordering unhealthy. Mo will be th

My birth date. I stare at the photograph for a long time. I turn it over and over in my hands. I look at the two infants—they’re identical in every visible way. Same size. Same position. Same features. Two babies who should not exist together. Two babies who are impossibly, improbably the same. Twins. The word forms in my head and I can’t seem to get it to leave.

This can’t be about sharing a mate, can it? I’ll admit that sharing a fated mate isn’t the most natural thing in the world. My brothers and I knew that we would be sharing a mate because we are identical. That’s the way it works in our world. If you are born identical, you share a mate. The mate bond is the joining of two halves to create one soul. Identical siblings have pieces of the same soul. Those pieces, together, will make that half that will look for its matching half.