Julian Works Twin Novels & Stories

He looked up from the twins and found my father sitting on the bar stool at our kitchen island. “Yes, when Juliet was born she had a fraternal twin named Jemma, she died in vitro, and Juliet absorbed everything from her in order to survive, I couldn’t operate. It was too risky for both of them and Katherine.” He slumped down taking a drink of the rum and coke he had every evening.

It was impossible to deny. “She—” Julian’s voice faltered, a deep breath escaping his lips. “This… can’t be real. You’re telling me… that all this time… I’ve been with the wrong person?” “You’re not just with the wrong person,” Lexi spat. “You’ve been living a lie. She took my life from me, Julian. She’s been playing you. We—we’re twins.” His face paled, his whole body going rigid as he processed the bombshell. “Twins?” Julian’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Twins?”

she completed the story "So Mr Brown is not my father neither are you my mother?" Ruth asked with tears streaming down her face "I am sorry. I could not handle parting from you. I discovered later I was having twins. I could have given one child out but I was scared of getting arrested for breach of contract and my husband didn't know," she explained crying "Wow!" Ruth sat holding her head in her hand ignoring her mother as she pleaded for her forgiveness

(Clara systematically tearing the pages out of a first-edition book). ​Julian, Twin A, had grown into a surprisingly meticulous toddler, organizing his toys by color and size—a trait Liam proudly attributed to a dominant Sterling Analytical Gene. Clara, Twin B, remained the wild card: vocal, mobile, and utterly fearless, often initiating the "Operational Demands" that kept the household on its toes.

“Do you even have a job? Or are you just leeching off our Scarlet?” Of course, she was done being nice to him. Why would she waste kindness on a nobody like him? The only reason she was being so polite before was because she thought he was a somebody, but he wasn't so he didn't deserve any kindness. “I work as a bartender,” Julian said casually, his tone cool, unbothered as ever. He leaned back in his seat, his fingers lightly on the armrest. “Used to work two jobs, actually, but I got fired from the second one, so… here I am.” There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone, but they didn't catch it.

Once Mirabel was gone, Julie immediately asked Trevor, “Did you think she suspects anything?” “I’d be more surprised if she didn’t.” Trevor moved to sit down beside her. “She probably thinks we’re not really together but that’s about it. I don’t think she’ll figure out who the twins belong to.” Julie cast a worried glance up. “I hope she doesn’t realize who the father of the twins is. I can't afford to let Jotham take my babies." Because Julie knew that if Jotham ever found out they were his, he'd take them from her.

He looks over and smiles down at me as he says, “Nothing to it, little sis…” My eyes go a little wide at his statement of me being his sister, I was an only child, and I have been on my own for so long that it didn’t even occur to me that with Julian having a brother and a sister, by being with Julian they now became my brother and sister too. Thinking of Julian, I then ask, “Where is Julian? When he left, he said that he would be back before I woke…” “He’s still working.” “Oh, does he have a phone or radio or something that I can talk to him?”

“Right. Julianne and her husband are newly mated, and now that she’s got building their little nest together under control, she was thinking about picking up another job.” A frown settled on my face. Was I seriously getting saddled with a babysitter already?

The house was alive again. Gavin sidled up to him with a smug grin. “See? Told you we’d bring joy back.” “You really did,” Julian said, eyes softening. “You’ve changed.” “Parenthood and marriage do that to you.” Julian cocked a brow. “You proposed with sand in your pants.” “Shut up.” Miss Maria took the twins off to nap, and the boys disappeared into the living room for wine and stories. Julian didn’t join them.

Upon seeing Julian's desolate state, Melanie asked gently, "How about a little something to eat? I can prepare some mac and cheese for you. I know you're going through a rough period right now, but even if Willow can't forgive you immediately, the birth of healthy babies, especially twins, is wonderful news. "You need to stay strong and help look after them as they grow up, Julian. You see, familiarity breeds fondness, after all. I believe that over time, be it a year, two years, or ten, Willow will eventually come around." Julian merely smiled faintly in response. Melanie set down the things she was organizing and then went into the kitchen. Julian, on the other hand, gently caressed the ti