My Twins Sister Novels & Stories

She jokes. I gasp and put my hand to my heart, pretending that she’s wounded me. She swats me on my arm and I smile as I head home. I need to fill everyone in and what’s going on anyways. My sister, even though we are twins, won’t rule with me since we are fraternal twins. She will still be a part of the meeting though. She’s going to be my beta unless she finds her mate somewhere out there.

To me it's just a good way to see some tits, ass and pussy on a regular basis. My sister and I are twins. We get along great, not like some brothers and sisters. Our dad is in the Navy and we've never lived anywhere long enough to develop close friendships with other kids, so we've become each other's best friend by default. We're both pretty smart and have tested in the top percentile of our classes academically. We do just about everything together. We go to the movies, hang out at the mall, sometimes we even double date. I also think we have a special connection because we're twins.

“You found me.” I stepped back. “Who are you?” “You know,” she whispered. “We share the same blood. The same breath. The same soul.” I shook my head. “That’s impossible. I don’t have a sister.” “Not a sister,” she said. A twin.” The word struck me like lightning. Twins. Born under the Eclipse Flame. Bound at birth by the First Covenant. One to walk the world. One to watch from beyond the veil.

Doctor Sheffield asks, pulling me from my thoughts. "Yes," I nod. "My mother was a twin, and I have an identical twin, a sister. Sorry, what am I saying?" I pause, visibly losing my grip on reality. Enzo is excited, he's smiling so big at the unclear view of our babies. "It's fine," doctor Sheffield laughs, but I don't find anything funny, not his news nor the situation I'm in. "You are a little shocked by the news but the chances of having twins are higher when they run in your family."

They are laughing and giggling there. "Well, it looks like someone is enjoying themselves," I scoffed and sat down. My little sister just gave birth last month to twins. I never expect her to have twins, but one has a chance to give birth to one after dating. She is still young and has a whole life ahead of her, but as I watched her take care of Zara and become a full-time college student, my sister was striving for her life. She's being responsible; Ares and I are proud of her. Although he didn't like the idea of Effie having kids at such an age, she's eighteen and already knows what she is doing. If our parents were alive, I don't want to explain except for being grounded for the rest of o

Amid the ongoing chatter of the onlooking werewolves, I heard the sound of cameras clicking away. Jessica wanted to use her pups to pressure me? Well, she was about to get her wish. That afternoon, news of Alpha Aaron cheating on his Luna and fathering pups spread across several nearby packs. Photos of Jessica and the twins were widely circulated as well. I immediately received a scolding from the pack elders. "Ruth, you already hold the position of Luna! Will you only stop when Alpha Aaron is left without heirs?" Jessica was a princess from a small pack that was subordinate to the Moonlight pack. Her affair with Aaron sparked condemnation from all our other subordinate packs. She had betray

CHAPTER 43 ZYLIAH’S POV I had no idea how to feel about the news, so I kept my mouth shut and my expression carefully blank. I could feel his gaze on me, but I forced myself not to look his way. “Are you saying we have a sister?” the twins asked in unison, their voices rising in disbelief. “Yes. You have a sister,” he said simply. “How old is she?” one of them asked, their curiosity bubbling to the surface.

"I also called to let you know that Mom and the 'Chaos' are on their way to your apartment." Chaos — that's the only word that defines my younger sisters, the twins of the quintuplets. Just like me and my brothers (non-identical triplets, but bound by something stronger than blood), the quintuplets came into the world in an explosion of distinct personalities. Only multiplied by five. Yelena and Alicia, the identical twins, are like two sides of the same coin—one finishes the other's sentences, they share secrets without words, and sometimes they even switch places just to watch the world burn.

“I’ve been thinking about you since I saw you this morning and last night… I know what you did with my brother in the bathroom before the reception. You scream so prettily, little stepneice.” My heart hammered, how did he know? Before I could pull away, his mouth claimed mine in a hot, demanding kiss, not gentle, possessive in a completely different way. My body responded despite my brain screaming no, heat flooding me, nipples tightening, core aching. He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, that dangerous smirk in place. “Let’s see if you can handle twins, little neice.”

Isolde’s POV I had a twin—Isla. Yeah, I know. The names? Tragic. Go ahead and blame our parents for thinking rhyming was cute. Isla was the golden child. We were identical down to the last eyelash, but somehow, she always sparkled a little more. Boys tripped over themselves for her. She was sweet, graceful, soft-spoken, basically the lead role in a fairy tale. Me? I was the background noise. Loud, impulsive, stubborn as hell, and apparently allergic to rules. Definitely not the favorite.