My Twin Novels & Stories

' I insisted to myself. 'Even though it's been a long time since I've had sex, I don't crave it. My twins are 7 years old now, and no one has entered my body since,' I thought. 'Your insides are probably mossy by now,' one part of my mind quipped. 'Quiet, it'll go away once it's watered,' another part retorted. 'How will it be watered when there's no one to water it?' a third voice added.

not of losing either twin. But of losing control.

Could it be that word of how she treated me earlier got to our father, and he warned her about it? At this point, I didn’t even have a choice but to take her hand and walk right into the crowd with her. I sighted a blonde who waved at us. Blair pulled me towards her. “Elena, meet Ariana, my twin sister. Ari, meet Elena, my best friend.” Elena stretched out her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Ari. Blair has told me so much about you.” I raised a brow. “She has?” “Of course.”

The twins POV (The twins are two face of the same coin , they share a special bond between them, so i decided to make them share the same POV) Seing my baby girl get her release by humping the bed with two fingers in her ass was so fucking sexy. I can feel my dick getting harder the steel, i look at my twin and see he's also rocking a hard on. We talked about claiming our baby girl before we didn't know if she'll be up to taking us both or if she'll want to be claimed by one of us only and then the other. Nala look up at us with lust filling her eyes.

Well, unfortunately, what I wanted was everyone’s memories to be erased but he could not do that and I know that because we shared the same abilities – basketball skills, carb-loading, motorcycle racing – and memory wiping was not one of them. “You do not possess the ability to grant me a wish, Jackson. Now go away.” “Do you doubt the abilities of twin magic, my dearest?” I gave him a flat look. “Twin magic?” I asked. “Centuries ago, the first ever twins were born under a double eclipse while their mom was eating two scoops of ice cream and sneezing at the same time. Legend says the universe got confused and accidentally copied a soul twice. Boom!” I was actually startled and shrieked when h

But the other part… the other part of me wonders if I should just leave. I walk to our waterfall; mine, and Nessa’s. It’s almost more my home than the cabin is. It’s where it all started and is my favorite place to think. “Okay.” I start. “Okay.” Ness says back. “Here is what we know. Nathaniel has a twin.” “Yep. Twins. Check.” Nessa says with a smile I can hear. “Okay miss cheery wolf, calm down.” “What?” she says. “This is exciting! Not one, but TWO mates? Girl we are going to be tired AF once the mate bond is complete.”

One of the little girls was leading, and her sister followed slowly behind her. “Hi girls,” I waved at them as they reached me. My heart suddenly felt like it would explode with love. Looking at them was like looking at my future. Wolves only carried babies for six months. So in about two months time, I would have my own twin little pups in my arms. “Aren’t you so pretty.” I gushed. “Are you a Pwincess?” The second twin asked in a quiet voice. She was obviously the shy twin. She had the most beautiful green eyes.

"That's why we need each other." The twins are sixteen. The architecture and the story. Between them, the whole argument.

Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore. …… Ever since I was little, my grandma always told me, "There’s no one better than a mother." But I always felt like she was lying to me. When I was eight, my mom took forever to come pick me up. When we finally got home, I saw her comforting Gwen Lincoln, my twin sister. We looked almost identical, except I had an extra mole beneath my left eye. "Mom, who is she?" "She’s Kate, your sister from the countryside." Their dissatisfied questioning and cold response left me with a sense of unease.

“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.