Megan Morgan Twins Novels & Stories

I wipe it away with the back of my hand as Eliza giggles. “Alright, enough embarrassing myself,” I say, getting off the couch and looking toward the ultrasound machine. “Are we a hundred percent certain she’s having twins?” Dr. Santo nods. “Yes, the readings were quite clear. We just have to keep a careful eye on their development. There are more risks involved when a woman carries twins, but it’s nothing to be concerned about just yet. We have to see how they develop.” I nod, rolling my tongue under my lips. I’m no stranger to risks, but I’m so used to taking them on myself that the idea of Eliza having to take any at all scares me.

Joan added. “Her?” Nero questioned with furrowed brows. “Lena Morgan” Nero smacked his lips. “It’s not her,” he stated, and Joan stood up, irritated. “What do you mean it’s not her? They saw her.” “It’s Linda Morgan, her twin. I thought she worked for Lucky. Does she now associate with those folks?” Nero retracted his phone and dialled one of his contacts. “Get information about who gives instructions in the minister of interior affairs bureau,” Nero ordered before he hung up and faced the window.

“But I wouldn’t trade them for anything.” My chest squeezes again, this time in the best way. There’s just… so much love here. Between the chaos and the death threats and the half-naked swimwear pranks, we’re weird. But we’re solid. Loyal. Unbreakable. And now these two kids—Megan and James—they’re part of that, too. I hear the tiny thud of feet racing toward us and turn to see the twins burst onto the patio, eyes wide. “This place is so cool!” Megan gasps. “Can we go swimming? Please please pleaaaase!”

"The twins helped…" "Even with their help, you shouldn't have been able to do that. The level of power, control, and knowledge required..." Morgana sat down heavily. "You're developing abilities faster than any Moon Blessed in recorded history. The twins are accelerating your growth somehow. Making you into something unprecedented." "Is that a problem?" Landon asked.

“Out of my way, freak!” Demanded Talia Banks as she bumped into me pushing the books from my hand and onto the floor. She laughed walking away, meeting up with her two best friends, Morgan Wills and Courtney Fletcher. Talia and her posse were the popular girls, granted this was a college, and no longer high school. Popularity seemed to follow these girls wherever they went. I bent down to get the old second-hand books and notebooks when the girls circled back around to kick them further down the hallway. As I scooped up my things, I looked up to see Oliver and Oscar the McKinney twins, and their cousins Seth and Shane McKinney, who were identical twins, just like Oscar and Oliver. Oliver and

Àsàké; No you must not because the children in you will fulfill the prophecy. Oluwafunke: Children? You mean I'm with twin? Àsàké: Yes! They're twin, a boy and a girl. They will grow to love themselves in any situation they find themselves. Funke placed her hands on her tommy and smiled. Her mother also placed her hands on her daughter's tommy and smiled. Àsàké: Out here, they'll learn the true meaning of suffering. They'll have the leadership trait, strength and wisdom to rule.

Ares answered. “What about Ayeesha? She's no where to be found and there's a possibility that Morgana has her-” “About that, Shes fine. She's still in the house-” I answered. “Great. Now, that's all we must begin right away. We didn't have that much time.” I added even knowing that I lied to the twins, but my mission was more important than everything else. Maybe they should've listened to the kid and not trust a vampire which after all.

“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.

"Get her out of here. I don't want to see her face." So she left, letting her sister to find her own peace in her absence. Meanwhile Agatha pulled back her tears wanting nothing but just the company of her sister, to hold her hand and kiss her on the head, instead of her fucked up body guard and the annoying doctor. She just wanted to be with her twin, like every other twins of this world, only that they weren't just any twin. They were the children of Gustav Russo. And Agatha knew, that displaying any form of love could only let Gustav more easy access to control them. And she didn't want that. She didn't want their twin bond to be controlled.

“My page boy and flower girl have to be good-looking to be present at my wedding. Oh yes. Are the Fowler twins handsome? I won’t want them if they’re ugly!” Megan suddenly realized that it was a serious issue. Given the Fowlers’ social status, her ego would be boosted if the Fowler twins were to be her page boys. However, she had forgotten to take their looks into consideration. “Of course they’re handsome! It’s because Pierre is such a fine man.” Certainly, Meredith was confident that the kids were adorable. Although she was reluctant to admit that the kids of Selena and Pierre were good-looking, it was the truth. Sometimes, she would be worried that her own kids in the future might not be