Novel & Cerita My Twin

After hanging up the phone, I couldn't help but start daydreaming about that day, including meeting my fated mate. I hope I'll have a fated mate. For some reason, when I used to fantasize about a fated mate, I didn't have a specific image in mind. But now, the faces of the twin brothers flashed before my eyes. I shook my head, trying to dismiss this absurd thought. But wait... the twin brothers should still be unmated, and do twin brothers usually share the same mate or have two separate mates? The next moment, one of the faces actually appeared in front of me.

“Not at all. What’s on your mind?” Channary hesitated, smoothing invisible wrinkles from her blouse before continuing. “The girls mentioned you told the class stories about being a twin. They said you have a brother?” Claire nodded, her smile widening at the thought of her twin. “Yes, my brother, Caleb. We’re identical twins, and we’ve always been close. Shared everything growing up—clothes, pranks, you name it.” Channary’s lips curved into a faint smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “What about… pain?”

“Well, you have double the chance to have one now.” Faye, having walked over, gasped. “You are having twins?!” She yelled. Hudson furrowed his brows more. “What is twins?” Faye scooped Arabella up into her arms. “Hudson, twins means there are two babies in your momma’s tummy.” Hudson gasped, falling into giggles. “Wait, two babies in momma’s tummy?” Arabella shoved Faye off her, being careful of her growing belly.

“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.

I didn’t want to deny that I was head over heels in love with him, both of them with their contrasting characters which brings me to the question of what happened to them to separate brothers…twins even. I was still pondering on it when my phone pinged indicating I had a message.I would likely have ignored it but taking into consideration that I had nothing to do and was practically lazing about I checked my phone and saw a message from an unknown number. I opened the message and read “We should meet up at a location” my eyebrows quirked up as I typed back, I wasn’t about to ignore the message with all the shitty stuffs happening to me, I needed answers. “Who’s this?” the message showed that

It has always been there, even before we knew what it was. Cael presses his forehead to mine because the tunnel is too small to move. His breath is hot on my face because he is close. The blood on our hands is sticky between us because we are still holding on. The voice comes back and says, “A twin bond cannot break,” and the words land inside my head, not my ears. It says, “It can only be transferred,” because that is the old law, and “One heart must carry it alone,” because two hearts will burn out by the full moon.

Go-eun blurted out after devouring a bottle of beer. “Twin Flames? What’s that? I think you’re reading too many comics.” “Not comics, dummy. They’re books in psychology and spirituality. Twin Flames are two souls divided into two bodies.” “Like soul mate?” “No. You can have multiple soul mates, but only one twin flame in your lifetime. You are alike in many ways but test each other more profoundly. When your energies are blended, you are a force to reckon with. And both of you have that potential.”

Zeke snapped. “THE TWINS ARE ON THE INTERNET!”

My twin sister, Olivia, wanted to kill me, her own flesh and blood. I closed my eyes, desperate for solace, and let my mind drift back to our childhood. We were inseparable, like two peas in a pod. We played, laughed, and wore matching clothes, revelling in the simple joys that came with being twins. We had a bond that felt unbreakable, as if we shared a secret language that only we understood.