My Twin Brother Novels & Stories

I spin around. The other man who had just been with me was strolling towards us with his mask dangling between his fingers and the suit jacket slung over his shoulder. He has a predatory smirk on his lips. "Two Simons?" I mutter. Simon's jaw drops quickly as he watches his impostor stride towards us. "He's my brother." He says with obvious disdain. "You have a twin brother?" I asked, trying to make sense of everything. "You never told me." I accused.

The day I died was the same day as my twin sister’s birthday party. She was in tears and was wrapped up in my boyfriend’s arms. My mom was seething with anger and kept calling me over and over again. My brother was clearly upset and sent me a text saying, "You’re so selfish. You just can’t stand to see anyone else happy." Even my usually quiet dad was furious and said, "She’s nothing but an ungrateful brat." I touched my chest. Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore.

The man in the photograph was not just a look-alike; he was Xander's long-lost twin brother, presumed dead but now alive and seeking revenge. I confronted Xander with my findings, and the weight of his secret burdened him. He confessed that he had been separated from his twin brother at birth, and their paths had taken drastically different turns. While Xander had built an empire and found love, his brother had lived a life filled with pain, betrayal, and a burning desire for vengeance.

“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.”

"That's impossible. He looked exactly like you, and sounded like you. He knew things only you would know—" "He's my twin brother. We're identical and he's trying to destroy me and he's apparently very good at impersonating me." I moved closer to her desk, keeping my voice level. "I need you to tell me everything, what he said, what he asked for, what he looked like. Everything." She sat down slowly like her legs weren't working right. "Your twin brother. You have a twin brother?" "I do. I didn't know he was alive until recently but he is and he's dangerous. So please—tell me what happened."

He leans against the frame with his hands in his pockets, watching us with an intensity that makes my skin prickle. My voice comes out small and cracked. “Who… who is that?” Nico’s grip tightens slightly on my waist. His voice stays calm, almost casual. “My brother.” I wait for more. Nothing comes. “Your...” My throat closes. “You have a twin.” “Identical.” He says it like it’s nothing. The man... the brother...pushes off the doorframe and steps inside. His eyes drag over me slowly, taking in the loosened dress, my flushed face, Nico’s hand still possessively on me.

“Damien! Come join us. I told you he’d show up eventually, Elara. Victor’s twin brother, he travels a lot for their business interests, but he’s family now.” She knew, of course she knew, yet seeing them side by side made my head spin. Identical, yet… not. Damien’s smirk was sharper, his eyes wilder as they landed on me. “Well, hello there,” Damien drawled, pulling out a chair directly across from me. His gaze raked over me slowly, openly appreciative. “You must be the famous Elara, Victor didn’t do you justice.” My cheeks burned, I could feel Victor’s tension radiating beside me. “Nice to meet you,” I managed, my voice barely steady.

She was undeniably someone special, and we both knew it. My name is Kristen Steel, everyone calls me Kris. my older twin brother Nathan and I, are 17 years old, and we are the best of friends. No matter what, we always had each other’s backs. Our plan was for it to stay that way. We may be non-identical twins, but at the end of the day, we are family, bound by blood. We have grown into remarkable and compassionate adults. We hope our mom would be proud of us. But we couldn’t let Dad see that side of us. He would see it as a weakness.

He answered honestly. “Is that how it works?” I asked and he shrugged his shoulders. “Valac told me I have a twin brother that I have never met. After that I received another text from that person who calls themself ‘S’. He said he is my brother. He told me he would be in Detroit with you.” “Wait, that scumbag that has been tormenting you is your twin brother? Where has he been all this time? What has your mother had to say about all of this?” He asked in rapid succession.

The fact that he was Zara's guy thrusted boredom upon the night's drama and then I looked my eyes down and slowly in disgust. "Uh... what's your name again?" I asked, pretending like I didn't care to have forgotten. "Look! My family consists of three. my father who checks on us I don't know every hour of the night and my twin sister who needs only one roll to realize that I'm off the bed. So if you're gonna cut the crap and make things snappy, I already got into trouble today and this could be an.." "My name is Richard" he echoed, blinking away to give his eyes a break. Wow, He cut me off like he wasn't listening to any of the things I'd been saying.