My Twin Brother Novels & Stories

She asked, genuinely curious. We both chuckled at her cuteness and then answered her. "Yes, little one, twins are born at the same time; by the same time, they mean the same day. First, they took me out and then Jayden out of our mom's belly. So that makes him younger than me by a few minutes, but let me tell you something..." I whispered the last part like it was a secret, her eyes lighting up as she leaned in as I whispered the last few words even though I knew everyone else could hear us, "...I like to call him my baby brother because it bugs him."

"Okay. Okay, I'm breathing. Now please, tell me what the hell is happening because my brain is about to explode." The other guy stepped forward slightly. "My name is Axiel," he said. "And I know this is going to sound insane, but... I'm your twin brother." I stared at him. "My twin brother." "Yes." "My twin brother." "That's what I said." "The twin brother I've never heard of in my entire life." "Correct." I looked at Olivia. "Is he serious right now?" She nodded. "He's serious, Ryan." "But…” I shook my head, trying to make sense of it. "How? How is that even possible? Wouldn't my parents have mentioned, I don't know, having twi

His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it echoed in his ears. “I know I told you I was the only child of your grandfather, but that was a lie. I had a brother, my twin. His name was Reuben. We were identical.” “What?” Morris flung his hands into the air. His mouth opened and closed a few times. He blinked rapidly. “A twin? Identical?”

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

she questioned and Nick stared at her in silent "I just found out the most terrible news about myself. I just found out my twin sister has different parents," she said and Nick raised his eyebrow "Yes, Chantel has a different mother and father even though my mum gave birth to both of us. My mum took a surrogate deal and she met with my father and somehow I was born alongside Chantel," she narrated

I said, trying to reassure him. "I am here for you," he said with so much love that it hurt my heart. I shifted my attention back to the young man. "Halloo, Zara," he calmly said, his voice deep, warm, and soothing. "H-How is this possible?" I asked, my voice trembling. Ever since I learned that I had a twin brother, I have never stopped wondering about him. I wanted to know what he looked like. What kind of wolf was he? Was he like me, or were we total opposites?

Not now or ever. “ Do you have any brother or sister?” She suddenly asked after a few seconds of silence. “ Yes, I have a little brother. He just returned from Australia. He stays in the clan.” I replied, leaving the fact that I fucking have a twin brother. An identical one at that. A person I won't want to mention because he ruins everything within me, and makes me fucking mad. I just pray he doesn't show up in front of me one day, because I don't know what I might do to him.

My twin. The one I killed. “Rest easy, brother. I’m doing what you couldn’t.”

Deciding that I needed a shower to try and wash away all these unwelcome feelings that had no place inside my chest or head, I locked myself in the bathroom. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, the side of my face without the scar the side that looked like a goddamn blueprint of my twin brother. We were as identical as twins could be, and up until the day I got that scar, only our parents could distinguish between the two of us. No one got close enough to notice my elongated pupil, something my brother didn’t have. We were the same, until the fight happened. My twin brother had the tendency to go after things he c

~Devonte~ SHIT! I feel like I’m fumbling this entire conversation. I feel like I’m making this worse than it needs to be. I continue to pace, figuring out the right way to say what I’m trying to say. My brother and I are twins, and we share a mate. We have to figure out how to make this work, or things will be difficult. I want us to be close again….I’ve missed my brother.