Identical Novels & Stories

He said laughing harder. " I told you I saw it when I went to Wernhil, the girl that was sitting in front of me at the ice cream shop was wearing a shirt with this drawing, not exactly the same just... " I suddenly stopped. ' Why am I explaining myself to this idiot? ' " Whatever Jaden, and so you know there is no such thing as ultimate twins" I said staring at the sky that was threatening to rain with a long face pensive. " Plus we'll never truly be the same. I'll always have a V and you a P" I said laughing at my choice of words.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

Actually, until now, I am not sure if I’m already over him. So it was dangerous for me to be close to Andrew because he is so similar to what I felt to Jester. Andrew is like Jester to me. While Vince, I see Charles well in him.

His eyes were still looking down but he suddenly held up his left hand to me, I looked at his palm and saw the symbol that was burnt into it, “Same,” He said softly. Pulling my right hand up to myself I studied the symbol he had branded into me which had scarred in such a way that it seemed like it had been there for years. I held it up to his hand as I gently pushed my palm against his, “Same,” I breathed, and I don’t know why I said it, I knew he wasn’t, he was human, but in some sense I felt like we were and even though it didn’t make any sense, somehow, it didn’t need to. Smiling softly at me he nodded before pulling away from me before walking out of the bathroom and closing the door be

She looked through the peep hole. "Shit" she mumbled and I exchanged a worried look with Cassy. Mom opened the door to reveal Varg and several other large, black leather clad men. As I looked closer, I recognized Jackal, Hound and of course, Wolf. "We thought that we should welcome our sister back home!" Varg boomed. "Crap" I said and Wolf smiled at me.

Without a second glance I go to open the door. My heart literally stops. I am instantly filled with a sense of pride. He looks just like me. Even through his tears I can see his eyes and it’s as if I’m looking in a mirror. He is perfect even when distraught. I reach my hand to grab his and that’s when reality comes smacking me in the face yet again.

Chapter 17 Hannah's POV The bass was thumping through the floorboards of Sarah’s Salcedo condo long before I even stepped off the elevator. When the doors opened, the hallway smelled like a mix of expensive perfume and cheap pizza—the universal scent of a Friday night well spent. ​Inside, the transformation was complete. The "12th Floor Survivors" had officially shed their corporate skins. Ties were tied around foreheads, heels were kicked into a corner, and the air was thick with the kind of laughter that only happens when the boss isn't around.

Sam sets the heavy suitcases on the ground, and with the bellboy’s help, loads everything into the elevator. It seems true—my new apartment is very close to his. “Right next door, neighbor! Number 23.” My heart races. I relive the déjà vu, and my head spins. What I saw in the meeting room is happening now. I feel so dizzy that everything around me slowly begins to close in.

The air was thick with heat and dust, punctuated by the hum of old scanners and the soft staccato of a printer feeding paper. She moved toward the shelf labeled Heiform Ridge – Adoptions 1987. Her fingertips trembled as she slid out the heavy binder. Inside, brittle pages carried the names and birthmarks of infants long separated by choice—Magnolia, Mira, and another whose name she now recognized as hers. The form listed Quinn A, B, C—identical birth dates stamped beneath a single hospital seal. Rows of identical thumbprints appeared next to each name, a mark of shared origin. She flicked to the back. A handwritten annotation re

"I have been with two girls before, but you are my first woman, so I guess you could say you will be the woman who takes my virginity, in a sense!" "Hmmmmm! Yeah I guess I am. Does it scare you that I am your mom's sister?" "No, not at all! In fact it's as if I am fucking my mom. I mean heck your her identical twin!" ""Well yes we are identical, but there is a small difference. You see this small beauty mark on my right boob?" "Yes! The one that looks like a small heart." "That's the one. Well your mom has one too, except hers is on her left boob, in the same spot. She is in a sense a complete mirror image of me. We are the same