Novel & Cerita If You Had A Twin I Would Still Choose You

I closed my eyes. I hugged the twins closer, inhaled their scent, and held on to the resolve I’d built piece by fragile piece. Because even if time rewound— Even if I could choose again— This time, I would choose myself. *****

I was tempted to go up but when I saw my identical twin sister standing beside him , she crossed her hands in his, clinging on to him like it was nothing. I always thought she was the most ambitious person I'd ever see, she was always such a goal getter and such a person was my rival, not just in love interest, but in every other things, the heir to the company, our parents favor, who was more popular between the two of us, But at the end of the day, if felt more like she was in my Shadow trying so hard to to escape it, but she just couldn't break free from it, though it seems like she got to Melvin first, even though I've been with him the longest.

Sheryl says once the kiss had ended, leaning back against Liam with a smirk on her lips. “I was bored and in need of entertainment, and Liam was ready to indulge me without asking questions. Besides, Aurora would never have imagined that Liam had a twin brother since we never really brought it up in the last three years.” She continues with a giggle, accepting a glass of red wine from a waitress and taking a long sip of it. “Hey, your clever ideas of entertainment have left us wanting to know when the finale will be.” Mathew says, raising his glass in a toast to Sheryl.

And eventually, the men would have found another opportunity, one where I couldn't protect you. *So I made my choice. I lived those three years as fully as I could. I memorized your face, your laugh, your dreams for the future. I played with the twins every chance I got. I wrote these letters so you'd know that my death wasn't tragedy – it was choice.* *I chose you. I chose the twins. I chose the future I could see but would never live to experience.* *And Ava? I'd make the same choice again.* I couldn't see the rest of the letter through my tears. Hope gently took it from my hands and continued reading aloud.

Now I want a twin. “Quick question, do you share each other’s thoughts? Pain? Happiness?” I suck in a breath, tilting my head as I think of all the things I’d do if I had a twin. “All the pranks I missed out because I was born singular.” I groan. Then it hits me that the person would have endured the same thing I did as Crawful’s child, and instantly I’m glad that I was born singular, no need for another child to suffer through what I did.

"I presume then, that if the stars were really able to take wishes and bringing them to reality, then what we would have would be twins; a boy and a girl. One looking like me and the other resembling you. "Well I would be happy, as long as we can call them our own."

I wanted to be that perfect sister to my brothers, the perfect alpha female to the pack and the perfect fiancé to Jax but by being perfect in those things, did I truly let my happiness fade away? I looked back toward the twins and saw them in a deep discussion. Would it be wrong to say fuck it and go with the flow with them both? I knew they wanted me. It was dead obvious, and deep down, the part that I had buried deep within me knew I wanted them as well. But was it possible? I had two weeks, and if I didn't meet my fated mate, I was to mate with Jax, but before that, could I really give zero caution to the wind and have the time of my life with the twins?

My twin sister, Olivia, wanted to kill me, her own flesh and blood. I closed my eyes, desperate for solace, and let my mind drift back to our childhood. We were inseparable, like two peas in a pod. We played, laughed, and wore matching clothes, revelling in the simple joys that came with being twins. We had a bond that felt unbreakable, as if we shared a secret language that only we understood.

“I won’t touch you unless you want me to. Not one inch. Not ever.” My throat burned. “Why does this feel like a choice I can’t make?” “Because you’re loyal,” he said quietly. “Because you’re good.” His mouth tilted, sad and soft. “And because I’m selfish enough to hope you’ll choose me anyway.” I closed my eyes. This wasn't good. “How are you different?” I asked, opening my eyes again. “If you’re his twin. How are you… not him?” He didn’t list traits. He didn’t make promises. He just said, “Look at me and tell me what you see.”

"Rowan, my uterus has already been removed. Didn't you hear that just now? I'll never have children again. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other. Let go of me." But even as I thrashed against him, he held me tightly from behind, refusing to let go. "Please, don't leave me," Rowan began. "I'll lose my mind if you do. If we can't have children, then so be it. As long as you have me, that's enough." He sounded so earnest that, for a moment, I almost believed he had loved me all along. Yet, I thought of my baby—the one who had already taken shape.