My Twin Sister Novels & Stories

Now, seeing the fruits of all those years of effort, I couldn't be prouder. "Mom, we owe it all to you for raising us so tirelessly all these years…" "Yeah, Mom. Without your patient guidance, we'd never have made it this far…" The twins had always been filial and considerate. They knew how much I had sacrificed for them, and often promised that once they graduated and found good jobs, they would ensure I lived out my old age in comfort. Their words filled me with warmth. And then I remembered—two days from now would be their birthday.

“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.

He just looked at me, my fangs an inch from his face, and slowly … slowly … he smiled. “Did you just bare your fangs at me, brother?” His voice was soft. Almost delighted. Like I’d finally given him something he’d been waiting for. I should have let him go. I knew I should. This was my brother. My twin. The other half of the only family I had left after our mother died. I didn’t let him go. Because he was right, and that was the worst part. He’d named the thing I’d been refusing to say out loud for weeks. It wasn’t her power. It wasn’t her bloodline.

Thalia insulted. Xyla banged her hand in the table. “If you weren't blinded by the heavy make-up on your face you'd have noticed like every other sane person in the school that your alleged mate and I look exactly alike and we bear the same surname!” Thalia's face froze with shock and embarrassment. “You're his twin sister!” She gasped. “Yes smarty pants, good luck with getting accepted into the family.” Xylah spat angrily and Thalia stood there, unable to say a word while Xandros calmly ate his food. The bell rang almost instantly and Xyla rolled her eyes in irritation.

I know, she knows how to read people. I looked at Pierce and saw his eyes pointed at the girl. I mustered up my courage and walked closer to the table, I sat down in front of the woman and it was as if I was stiffened by the person I saw in front of me. "Hi, Sabrina. My little sister, my twin." I have a twin! I expected a sibling but not a twin! "Maybe us having the same face and genes is enough proof that I am your sibling?" He said with a grin. I looked outside and saw a big bear handing out free balloons to children. St.

They were quite sure that all the other kids in school would find out their older sisters were on the pill and assume that they were all sluts, and that the twins were probably sluts too. That, in fact, was one of the reasons that the twins appeared to have no interest in boys. Being a twin can be a different kind of life than most of us imagine. You’re never really alone, even when you’re alone, because that other half of you is always hovering ... just there, on the edge of consciousness. As a result, twins often spend a lot more time interacting with each other than the rest of us interact with any other person. What that can mean is that they don’t spend as much time as the rest of us th

My lookalike that I had gotten to know by the name Sienna cupped my face as tears formed underneath her eyes. She had the same eyes as me. Her body posture also resembled mine. Our hair color matched perfectly. She was a carbon copy of me in the making and I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I had a twin sister. Why was that even possible. Why didn't my parents say anything and even worse, where was she all these years? I had so many questions.

Waking up today wasn’t my intention. I had a long day ahead of me and of course, I’m always the one who has to work hard. I wasn’t an adopted child, I wasn’t a stepdaughter, but I had an annoying twin sister. Veronica Summers, my identical twin was the opposite of me. She was pampered more by my mum and dad and always caused trouble - of course, I’m always the one to be blamed.

"You are such a jerk. And who says I don't have an accommodating twin?" "You did. One sister, twelve years younger than you." "For your information, Mister Know-it-all, I have an identical double-cousin. We look so much alike we could confuse our own parents. And to this day, she worships me and would do anything I say. Anything." She grinned at me, knowing full well she'd scored a point. I sat there, brain stunned. Like getting my bell rung in a game. Finally I grasped at a straw. "There's still the flat head."

I give her a gentle smile. “When you were in Mommy’s tummy, you weren’t alone. There were two tiny babies growing there at the same time. One of them was you… my Cora.” I squeeze her hands softly. “And the other one was another little girl. That means you have a sister. A twin—someone who was born at the same time as you.” Cora’s eyes literally pop out, her jaw dropping slightly. “What are you saying, Mommy? I have a twin? A sister? A twin sister?”