Julian Works Twin Novels & Stories

The rain had stopped, leaving the city washed clean. "Is it done?" she asked, not turning around. "It's done," Lucian said, stepping out into the cool air. "She’s gone, Elara. She can never hurt us again." Elara let out a long, shuddering breath. "And Julian?" "I spoke to him downstairs," Lucian admitted. "He... he told me that he’s taking a job in Boston. He said he realized today that while he loves the twins, he can’t be the father they need if their real father is standing right there."

“You’re thirty-seven weeks pregnant now, aren’t you?” “Oh, yes, he could be born at any moment.” “Daddy!” The twins say at the same time, and I look back. Julian is approaching, wearing a beach-print shirt that really gives him a youthful look. It’s amazing how the years go by, and he’s still extremely hot. I stand up, watching the small group of guests approaching with genuine smiles. My daughters get up in a hurry and run towards their father, and Julian bends down on one knee, opening his arms as the twins throw themselves into his embrace. He lifts them both easily, each sitting on one strong arm, as he has done since they were born.

Jovan's voice was gentle. "No. No, you don't get to talk to me." I was shaking so hard I could barely hold on. "You don't get to—" I looked at Julian. "Who is he? Tell me right now who the fuck he is!" Jovan's jaw tightened. "His name is Jovani. He's my twin brother." Twin? The word detonated in my brain. "Twin," I repeated numbly. "You have a twin." "Yes." He nodded. “We have the same mother and father.”

"I'm trying, Juliana. I promise you I am..." Again, Juliana waded back to me, leaning beside me at the pool. "You know, when I had my twins, I had thought I had found true love by fulfilling his wish of getting me pregnant first would bring us together. But instead, I ended up being the foolish one," Juliana narrated as she continued to gulp down her wine. "Not only did I realized that he was a gangster but has three baby mamas. He just had to get me by showing me the wedding ring and a fake house under construction he promised us to live in. I had trusted him with my life."

"Are you satisfied with my answer? If so, let me go back to sleep because I'm exhausted." I break through his strapping body and enter the room, sinking under the covers to avoid him. I knew by now that Julian was Julian. Whether it's day or night, he will still be a dangerous, abusive man. Then, who exactly is Jude? Why is he different from Julian when they are twins and so identical? What other ridiculousness do I have to face now?

Jeremy and I were twins, but we had never been treated the same. Julianne finally lost control of her expression when she heard Mom saying that. She looked furious. I laughed. My family and Julianne were united against me when their interests aligned. But what happened when their interests clashed?

Selena continued to grace the stage, her voice captivating audiences, while Julian remained her steadfast anchor, ensuring their children grew up surrounded by warmth and love. Some nights, she would come home exhausted, only to find Julian waiting with a cup of tea and their twins curled up in his arms, waiting to hear about "Mommy’s big performance." Other times, it was Julian who needed her, his long days catching up to him, and she would press a gentle kiss to his forehead, reminding him that they were in this together.

TYBERIAS' POV (tie-beer-ius) "What have you got?" "Juliana Hernandez: 22 years old, has a 2year old sister, works at Café Rouge, both parents are still alive however her father is unemployed and her mother hasn't visited them in a couple years." "Okay. You can go now." I said to Adams before he scurried off out of my office. I punched the bridge of my nose as I sighed deeply. Ever since I saw Juliana last night, I haven't been able to get her out of my head since and I fùcking hated it.

Graciana carefully looked at his face and said tentatively, "By the way, he and Mr. Valentine are twins, and Mr. Valentine is your cousin. Is Chester also your cousin?" "Pfft, he doesn't deserve it." Julian's tone was full of disdain. Graciana felt that there was something wrong with his attitude, so she asked curiously, "You don't like him very much?" Julian glanced at her and asked, "Is he the one who bullied you?" Graciana was stunned. "It seems that he is the one." Julian confirmed it from Graciana's expression. Then he left Graciana behind and drove the wheelchair toward the elevator.

Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore. …… Ever since I was little, my grandma always told me, "There’s no one better than a mother." But I always felt like she was lying to me. When I was eight, my mom took forever to come pick me up. When we finally got home, I saw her comforting Gwen Lincoln, my twin sister. We looked almost identical, except I had an extra mole beneath my left eye. "Mom, who is she?" "She’s Kate, your sister from the countryside." Their dissatisfied questioning and cold response left me with a sense of unease.