Javon Walton Twin Novels & Stories

The twins turn two on a Thursday in November. Ethan notes the Thursday with the satisfaction of someone whose revised theory has now been confirmed three times. Valentina still does not engage with the theory debate. It is one of their ongoing conversations — the ones that don't require resolution because the pleasure is in the having of them. At two, Jordi and Noa are fully themselves.

I wink at them and get a smile out of everyone but the twins, who are still in Kaley’s grasp. She’s trying to hold her smug look, but has no idea what I’m talking about. Her grip on the twins arms tightens, even as Kota tries to remove it rather forcefully. We turn around and Lil can’t hold in her laughter as we enter the kitchen again. “You are getting good at this game.” She slaps me on the back. We eat quickly and head up to my room. Jena was able to mindlink Nathaniel and Wyatt earlier. Wyatt is getting better and bored because Doc Ganon won’t let him do anything even though everything is healed. Which means not everything is healed, but Wyatt wants out.

How could he be here for a woman he can't remember? I asked Camila to stay back with Luna and Lucas. I didn't want them staying alone. Just then Walter walked out of the room with a smiling face. "A massive congratulations to the alpha. She had a set of twins. A boy and a girl." He said and I gasped. No one had an idea she was having twins. I was surprised, amazed and glad too. "That's great news. How's she and the baby.. I mean babies?" I asked. "Very sound, Robin." He replied, smiling.

Releasing a nervous breath, I nodded nervously. “Mr Jacob had a twin brother, his name was Justin. The one who broke in the hospital earlier.” He paused to catch a breath. My eyes widened when I heard his words, not believing what he had said since I didn't know about it. “A twin brother?” I inquired, making sure my ear wasn't playing a dumb trick on me. Andrew nodded to my words in confirmation.

“Welp, I’ll let the doctor know there will be a little surprise for her at your 6-week check-up.” I flushed as she wheeled my wheelchair off the elevator while Rip walked behind us, carrying the twins. That’s what they were. Even though they had two separate mothers. They were born on the same day. At the same hospital. Minutes apart. If anyone didn’t like that, I was now going to call them twins; I didn’t care. My babies. My rules. Fuck everyone else. By the time we got outside, Jon was waiting for us at the curb in a brand new minivan. I blinked in surprise before casting Rip a questioning look. “You bought another vehicle?” I asked.

she yelled at her mother with so much tears running down her face. "I'm sorry dear" she said moving closer to her daughter. "That boy there is... Was your twin brother". She let go of the album as it hits the floor. "You said w-what? My twin... I am a twin?" she asked her mum as she looks at her in shock. "There was an accident when you were only a year and a month old, and we lost your brother". "No, no, it can't be" she cried as she wrapped her hands round herself.

She wondered if they were married. Asher called the new housekeeper, who helped them with their luggage while he showed them their rooms. They must have made quite a lot of noise because soon enough, Daniel came out rubbing his eyes while Damien followed not long after. "Another set of twins in the house!" Yvonne shrieked, running up to look at them like they were items in a museum. Yvette froze on the spot, watching the entire scene unfold. "You didn't tell me you had kids, Ash," she said, quietly as if she didn't trust her own voice.

“Madonna mia. Look at you. You’re huge.” Emilia swatted her arm, laughing. “It’s been a month! What did you expect?” “Twins or not, you look like you’ve swallowed a melon,” Isadora teased, but her voice was soft with awe. She rested a hand gently over Emilia’s stomach. “They’re really in there. Alive. I can’t believe it.” “They’re fighters,” Emilia whispered, her hand covering Isadora’s. “Just like us.” Their laughter dissolved into another tight hug, the kind only twins could share—the kind that stitched together every wound, every scar.

“Just… adjusting.” Victor’s foot brushed mine under the table, a secret touch, my thighs clenched. We were halfway through breakfast, fresh fruit, eggs benedict, croissants, when the front door opened. Heavy footsteps echoed through the foyer. A man walked in, It was Damien. Victor stood up calmly. “Damien. You’re early.” Mom smiled warmly, not at all surprised. “Damien! Come join us. I told you he’d show up eventually, Elara. Victor’s twin brother, he travels a lot for their business interests, but he’s family now.”

Then I took shower and did all the morning routine. When I left the room I saw Alex was sitting on the dining table looking at his laptop and when I stood behind him I saw that it was the news about me and Josephine. Someone ahs dug out my history being twin sister of Josephine and also that how my sister is a professional at winning the competitions but this time the twin who has not even won a school competition wins the international competition. There was also the news that how I disregard my family and is now living as a mistress to a rich man. It also said that how I am jealous of my sister and always try to harm her. There was also a speculation in the article that I might have stolen