If You Had A Twin I Would Still Choose You Mga Nobela at Kwento

Prologue: When my sister and I were born, the doctors told my parents one of the twins would be dull and the other would be smart. Complications at childbirth, they said. As life would have it, I was the dull one, the one they felt they could abandon at any time. I grew used to it. I was the second choice, the after-thought, the shadow that didn’t deserve the light. Well, until I met him. The man who chose me. The man who was about to become my husband.

I mutter, taking a sip of water. “Deny what?” “You didn’t deny that you were playing a game.” “Life is a game, Blue. Just like we can’t choose who we are mated too.” “No. I can’t choose who I’m mated to. You already rejected three. That tells me you are choosing.” I had been spending my time alone, trying to figure out the twins. If I was going to be stuck with them, I had to know who they were. “If you thought I was playing a game, why did you agree to come?”

he answers, looking straight at the road. "Trust me, Lucas. If I had known that you had a twin, an identical one, I wouldn't have hurt you in any way. You know there had been so many times when I felt hesitant and unsure because you were different than Liam. I thought you were Liam since I didn't know.

Now he knows how shitty my life was. “Just get mad at that.” He appealed, “I needed to, I have to know the things so I can help you get your ID.” My frown lightened “I know you’re thinking this all must suck since twins share the bond, if you can’t be with Derek, you can’t be with me either.” “...” “You can’t just reject one of us and be with the other. This is how it works with twins, right?” I raised my head to finally look at him with a defeated expression, “When you know, then why are you asking.”

“I have decided on a beta, and I think you will be pleased with my decision.” My father’s mood plummet almost immediately; whatever happiness he had was quick to dwindle down, and he stared at me. “Who is this wonderful choice?” “I think you would like this one. It is the twins.” I gestured to my siblings, and my father’s mouth opened, as well as my mother's, but I was too focused on the man that I shared similar features to care about her. He closed his mouth as he noticed my eyes on him, but he seemed to give what I had said a thought, and they dropped open again.

And I damn sure would remember if we’d made out before. I look up, where Adam is still standing by the fridge, waiting for my answer. “The twins,” he reminds me, saying it like I’ve completely lost my shit. And fuck. Maybe I have. When does any chick have me inside my head like this? From a fucking kiss no less. The answer is never. I’ve never let anyone get close enough to get inside my head, and right now it’s swimming in a vanilla scented girl without a face. “Uh, yeah. Had one set of twins. Had ‘em all,” I tell him. “They’re all yours if Antonio doesn’t mind.”

“They ask me who to choose, dad. I can’t lose them. I can’t.” “I never have imagined that you will fall into a nightmare like mine.” He breaks the hug. “What does she say?” I shook my head. “She said to choose the twins no matter what, dad, but I can’t lose her either, the twins.” “Son, if you chose her, she might hate you. She already decided like what your mother did. I know it is hard, but I am here. I will help you, Wilson.” I look at the door where she is in.

Who wants to stay with their fathers? Haa! I also really wanted to live alone but with my sweet mom. But from a series of unfortunate events in the earlier half of my life. I know that it is impossible to live alone with my mom. Why? Because I'm not alone. I have a twin brother who is glaring at me and reading my thoughts. Listen, readers, never give birth to twins, especially boys. It would be better to give birth to one boy and one girl or twin girls because competition is tough and I hate fighting with my brother.

Journee says and I'm mentally stumped. "Exactly, unless it's like something terrible which I'm sure it isn't because you would've ran in here like a crazy person cursing him the entire way then just be with him. Don't make it harder than it has to be for yourself you've been through enough so just choose to be happy with the person you like," Jackson says and I'm still speechless at the combined wisdom the twins just gave me without me having to say too much to them.

“I didn’t know what they would do. I didn’t know how far they’d go.” Tears burned my eyes. “You should have told me.” “I was afraid,” he admitted quietly. “Afraid you’d hate me. Afraid I’d lose you anyway.” I slid off his lap slowly, the physical distance mirroring the sudden fracture between us. “You took away my choice.” “I know,” he said hoarsely. “And I would undo it if I could.” Silence stretched between us, thick and heavy. Finally, I spoke. “The twins,” I said. “Are they yours.”