My Twins Sister Novels & Stories

Their voices faded away as we strolled upstairs. “I cant believe her mother didn’t give her up for adoption.” One of the twins said making the other hum in approval. They both looked heavily identical. A carbon copy of each other just like the other pair but that pair had different hair color so it was easy to distinguish them apart. “I know right, she cant even replace our sister, I mean just look at her, our sister was far pretty and gorgeous than her.” The other one concluded. I flinched at his words that pierced my heart.

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?”

This girl is a queen of hell, with an angelic appearance but demonic actions. Cristine exhaled deeply, relieved. Thank goodness she doesn't have to clean someone else today. ... A/N: I love twins. My mother had a twin brother who died when they were both very little. We, the sisters, were debating who would be the mother of twins. Despite the fact that I have never had a boyfriend. Leave me alone! I'm going to a monastery. End of Text.

I asked between my sobs and mental breakdown. “ Yes, twin. I apparently have to deal with having two sisters. One is calm and docile while the other is cranky and hot headed,” he glanced at me as he spoke. “ Her name’s Liliana. She's just as cute as you and you two would make the perfect troublesome duo,” he said, staring at me like how an older sibling would look at his younger siblings. Or at least, how I think it would look. “ I-I…”

Apparently, my body doesn’t feel the same way. Then I met Victoria some months ago. We bonded over a few video games I let her win. She’s cool, but every time we got close to going further than making out, here comes Isa. Literally every time. She spends more time with Victoria than I do. Then I realized it was more than that. My sister had a crush on my girl, again. It figures we have the same taste in women because of being born around the same time. Twins were known to have the same mate. Though we were born hours apart with her being first.

They are Christy and Victoria Lawrence — my beloved daughters who carry my last name. They’re twins, just five years old, but surprisingly mature for their age. Christy, being born thirty minutes earlier, naturally steps into the role of the big sister. She’s thoughtful, caring, and always looks out for Victoria. Meanwhile, Victoria, full of boundless energy and curiosity, keeps us all on our toes with her playful nature.

“No need to—” Just then, another blur of auburn burst through the onlookers. A second girl, identical down to the freckles and the frayed hem of her dress, skidded to a halt beside them, panting hard. “Let her go!” the newcomer snapped, yanking her sister’s arm from Riven’s grip with surprising strength. “We were just playing; she didn’t mean to cross the path!” They were twins. I saw it in the way the silent one clung to her sister’s sleeve, and the way the sharp-tongued one shielded her with her body. The speaking twin glared at Riven, then at me, chin high.

our little sister eyes is sparkling with stars and she excitedly claps both of her hands and jump many times before she finally andbcompletely landed down on her own new bed. I laughed, "What could possibly be the reason for our little sister to show such excitement written all over her face" I inquired and petted her head while Ashtrea tucked some of the strands of her hair that get in her eyelashes. And began to brush it with her own finger that is white and slender perfect to play the piano. That's my sister! Hmm. "Well Big Sis. There's a twins who were strolling around downstairs and" Twins? Strolling? Downstairs? Definitely a weird stranger! Oh no.

Everyone gets the hint and starts to leave and the relief pours out of Jessie. "We can only imagine what you are thinking but please can we talk?" Jonah speaks gently to Jessie as Jacob graces her with a loving smile and I find myself hoping that they will be ok. The twins are incredible wolves and I know they would give Jessie the world and treat her like a queen, they're almost 28 and have wanted their mate for a long time. "yes we can talk but I'd like my sister to stay with me if you don't mind?" A girl who I can only assume to be her sister steps up behind her and hugs her and gives the twins a gentle smile.