Identical Novels & Stories

She wanted to cry but her mom warned her not to even cough. Ann’s younger brothers began making mockery of her. They were identical twins, Josh and Jay, in full Joshua and Jeremiah Wen. They are 6 years younger than her, turned 14 the previous month. Lea hardly is able to identify who is Jay and who is Josh because of their striking resemblance while Ann knows fully well the difference between the two brothers which is quite funny because they have the same shape of heads, height, eyes, body size… the same ear size, and the same eyes. God really blessed these twins with almost no feature that is different in them, yet Ann could tell clearly, who was who.

Albert nodded. "Monozygotic twins. Mirror images of each other. They both possessed not just physical traits of the other, but emotional and mental ones as well. Minds sharp as knives and thick as thieves. We adored them. Having werewolf twins were rare, but identical twins? That was a miracle!" With each word, my heartbeat grew louder, angrier. Panic settled into my bones. We had left her, our mate. Or our mates sister. Swallowing down the urge to throw up, I clasped my hands together, turning the knuckles white.

“Freya, don’t try to pull any tricks! “I’m telling you right now, if you don’t apologize to Emma, I’ll beat you until you do!” As he spoke, he raised his foot again. Dad stopped him. “Lucas, stop it. She’s still your sister!” Lucas immediately snapped back, “She’s not my sister! “She’s so petty. I don’t want someone like her as my sister! “I only have one sister, and that’s Emma!” Then Mom spoke up too. “Freya, don’t blame us for favoring Emma. Look at what you’ve become. You used to be so understanding.”

The face she saw in front of Chillon earlier. "Shi — Shireen?" said Redric incredulously. As if a wave had hit the reef, Redric's heart felt as if it had just been hit by the reality that was happening. In front of him now were two Shireen. Redric rubbed his eyes, making sure that what he was seeing was an illusion now. But the girl was still standing still with sharp eyes. The girl's gaze fixed on a woman who was lying weakly on the bed. Jeez ... their faces were exactly the same. There are only differences in hair, lips, eye shape, and also eyebrows. The rest is very similar. Redric felt the earth was spinning. He saw his lover split in two.

I call out softly as I stand in front of my mirror, my reflection staring back at me. I may not have the body of a model, but I think I'm beautiful. I'm not that tall, I have average curves and hips. My tits aren't big and they're not small. Average. But Regina Foxx has the hips, the big titties, the red hair and even the Kim Kardashian booty. She has everything and more. Her pale skin is like porcelain while mine is olive. Almost brown and nearly golden. I got my skin tone from my mom. She's the most beautiful woman I know, with her beautiful golden brown skin and smile. I don't even think she smiles often since daddy passed away.

Me and the vamp had only met once, well before this situation, and that was the day the war really began. See, my father and every other elder in my pack believe that the war started whenever vamps and werewolves were made; that we were just naturally opposed being that we are opposites. The vamps are slaves to the sun and us wolves are slaves to the moon. Anyways younger and more intelligent souls, like me, believe that we lived in a sort of mutual hatred before the situation of the vampire queen.

Cricket “Christina, where are you?” the creepy voice echoed through the house. I turned the gun’s safety switch to off. “I’m sorry,” he continued. “Your friends call you Cricket, don’t they? Well then, I’m gonna call you that, because you and I are gonna be really good friends.” Where the hell is Minus?

“You can hate that everyone is confused.” “But don't make her disappear so you feel safer.” Current Sophie stared. Then looked at the second girl. “I hate you.” Second Sophie whispered: “I hate you too.” Lucas nodded. “Fine.” Elena almost laughed. Maybe that was a start. Jonathan scanned both. Genetically identical. Not similar. Identical. Root said: “Copy?” Elias immediately: “Careful.” “Genetic identity does not determine consciousness identity.” “Good.” Memory overlap? Jonathan asked each separate questions.

Widow of the oldest brother for eleven months, though the dying had started long before the certificate was signed. The twins stood on opposite sides of the room like matching mirrors that had learned how to breathe. Nathan and Cole. Thirty-four. Identical down to the same dark wave of hair, the same sharp line of jaw, the same way they held their shoulders when they were trying not to feel anything. Only the smallest details separated them now: a thin scar through Nathan’s left eyebrow from a childhood fall, a silver ring Cole had worn since college. Otherwise they were the same face looking at her from two directions at once.

The rear door of Ben's truck opened and Daphne climbed in. Her daughters slid in next to her. Ben turned in his seat and froze when he saw the two young ladies pushing back the fur rimmed hoods of their parkas. The two were identical in every aspect. Long flowing red hair, pale blue eyes, long aquiline noses complete with a fine gold ring through their right nostril, lush red lips, and a dimple on their chins. He caught the flash of gold earrings and studs running up the ridge of an ear and assumed both would have the same complement of jewelry. They looked nothing like the tweens he'd first met when he moved in. He'd witnessed them growing up but it had been