Justin Chambers Twin Brother Novels & Stories

“May we have privacy, please?” His manners caused Perrin to flinch, but he didn’t budge. “My territory, my baby, my rules.” Justin didn’t respond, though Jesamine snorted, speaking in response for her twin. “He’s not going to attack me, Perrin. It’s his nephew, after all. Chiyad or Aperture, the baby poses no threat.” But her eyes were locked on her brother’s as well. Unblinking. Dark to gold, gold to dark. As if…. As if…

She couldn't continue speaking owing to the shock she was experiencing, so I decided to question Dustin myself. "So, you're telling me you're Justin Wills' son and my brother, is that correct?" I asked as if questioning a suspect in a crime. "Yeah, half-brother actually, and I also have an older sister named Maggie," he added. "Ok, so I have two siblings from Jerry Wills, but what are you doing here?" I enquired. "Well, about that, I wanted to meet you because I really wanted to see my other sister ever since dad told me about you, and secondly, I was trying to run away from our sister, Maggie," he stated with a sheepish look on his adorable face.

"I can't solve this. You can't solve it. Even your brother, the head of the Grayson family, can't stop Arthur from hurting my sister. My father is in a coma, and my mother is breaking. I have to do this." Justin’s voice died in his throat. He hated his own helplessness. If he were the CEO of the family empire instead of the "rebellious second son," he would have spent every dime he had to save her. But he was just a socialite with a famous last name and no real power. "I’m going to find Liam Martin." "Justin, stop!" Chloe’s voice was sharp. "If you still want to be my friend, do not go to him." Justin froze and looked back. Chloe stood there with a look of absolute finality, as if she had se

I hadn't known Thomas had a fucking twin brother, I had assumed it was one of the men Zella grew up around. He was released two weeks ago. Right around the time Zella's nightmares had started getting worse. "Find him," I said, my voice like ice. "I don't care what it takes. I don't care who you have to pay or threaten. Find Dax Carmichael. Now." I hung up and sat in the darkness of my study, pieces clicking into place with sickening clarity. Thomas had a twin brother. A twin brother who had been in prison for hurting children. How and why had he hidden that he had a twin brother? How the fuck did I not know that until now, dammit?!

“I don’t know what to do with this, how to act, how to treat you. But I’m not going to put myself through watching another scene play out like when I had to watch you saying goodbye to Lora.” My lips part in surprise. There’s an edge to his voice–heavy and raw. His eyes shine in the soft evening daylight still whispering through the clouds, bleeding through the windows. He takes a single step in my direction. My heart is beating erratically as he comes to a stop only a foot from where I stand. “I have a twin brother,” he says, his voice taking on a softer edge. “Sydney. He’s older by a few minutes. You can only imagine how we used to butt heads when we were young.”

Ten minutes later, in an empty examination room, Marcus showed her the DNA results. The doctor’s face went pale. “Where did you get this?” “Doesn’t matter. Is it accurate?” She nodded slowly. “I ran the tests myself. Neither twin is the father. I was going to tell Judith once she was stronger, but…” Marcus’s voice was rough. “Who else knows?” “Only me. And whoever ordered the test.” “Ethan,” Marcus muttered. He thanked her and left quickly, heart pounding. The timeline fit too perfectly. That night in the Thompson mansion. Judith’s tears. His own weakness.

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.

Our parents had assured him that it wasn't important, and they could fork out some money to send him overseas for his studies. Our older sister, Natasha Winslow, had waved her hand dismissively. "There's nothing to worry about. If worse comes to worst, I can provide for you." Meanwhile, Claire had comforted him in a low voice, "Kev, no matter how badly you did, you're still going to score higher than Kyle. At worst, all three of us can retake the exam, and we can teach Kyle while we're at it." In their eyes, my only purpose was to make Kevin look good by being the inferior twin.

"A dinner date with you and the sister to prove I'm a good boy? Yeah, okay. I can do that. Pick a high-end spot and tell me when, Sweetgirl." I blink, totally shocked by how fast he agreed to the total chaos. "Really? You don't mind? My stepsister Vanessa is going to be there too..." "The sister who took the photo?" he asks, and I can practically hear the wicked smirk on his face. "Perfect. I love an audience. Give me the time and place, Jami. I'll see you guys there." "Okay," I murmur, swallowing the lump in my throat. "I'll text you the details."

“Wait for a moment, I’ll be right back.” The dark hardwood floor, the concrete walls, and the expensive furniture intrigued me as I settled on the couch and examined the room. My eyes caught the picture, so I got up and walked toward it. I shivered when I saw him. Samuel Martinez was the twin brother of Scott Martinez. He had the same electric-blue eyes, pale complexion, and chiseled face. I clutched the frame in my hand, feeling burning rage inside me. He had destroyed my world.