Novel & Cerita My Twins Sister

“You always have a choice, so don't rest your excuse on having no choice.” She looked at me with a pleading eye. “Nina, after I had you, I was told I had given birth to twins. Twins, Nina. You have a sister.” The words hit me like a physical blow. “What?” I whispered, my mind reeling. “A sister? But… how? Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

He had inherited Zivon’s godly and beautiful appearance indeed. She had a smile on her face as she reached out her hand as she wanted to hug the child. But… “Sister, thank you for helping me to give birth to this baby. I’ll take the child away now.” A beautiful woman suddenly took the baby away one step ahead of Xavia as she laid down on the portable bed on the side. Her face looked exactly as Xavia’s face under the light! They were twins! Before Xavia even had the time to touch the baby’s face, she watched as her elder sister carried the baby away. Xavia felt as though there was a knife stabbing her directly in her heart as she listened to the baby’s cries.

He bowed to the old lady first and shouted in a cute voice, "My pleasure to meet you, Great-grandma." Sylvie was so shocked. She had long known that Catelyn had given birth to a pair of lovely twins, but she did not expect their look to be so similar. Generally speaking, no matter how similar twins look, there will be a subtle difference. If she had not seen Miles in advance and knew that Miles was lively and active, she would have mistaken Ollie for Miles. The two were almost perfectly identical, as if they were made out of the same mold… Sylvie suppressed her inner excitement so that she would not make a blunder and asked, "Why?"

She pushed it toward me, but I didn't take it yet. "Tell me," I said. "Did I really have a twin sister?" The woman glanced around the tavern nervously, then leaned closer to me. "Yes," she whispered. "You did. I remember it clearly because..." She paused as if choosing her words carefully. "Because you two could not be separated when you were babies." My heart started beating faster. "What do you mean?" "I mean every time we tried to put you in different cribs or different rooms, you both would cry until we brought you back together. It was as if you knew you needed each other in this cruel world."

“Misha, I never thought I’d ever hear you stand up for me like that. Thank you.” Spinning at that voice, I have my sister in my arms faster than I ever thought possible. I don’t know how but it almost feels like I summoned her. How weird is that? “It’s not weird Misha. We’re twins and now that the learned limitations are finally being peeled away, we can do the things other twins born before us could do. Brother, we have a lot to talk about, but first, I’d like you to meet my mates.”

But at the same moment—One of the twins screamed. Not in fear. In pain.

“And if they’re doing it to her, Abd what she said about being a twin is true, then they’re doing it to her sister as well.” Oh shit!

However, Alice had forgotten that she was the mother of a set of twins that belonged to a man named Antonio Earliton, who she assumed broke her heart. "Why is papi always jealous, Mamita?" Andrew asked as Alice held them both up, her round, sky-blue eyes making him even cuter; their eye colors were exactly the same and they resembled one another. "Kid, what did you just say? This lowlife has no right to make me jealous."His reply struck a deep chord with Mira, asking why he would refer to her as a lowlife.

An elderly woman walking a tiny Pomeranian smiled as she passed. "Those two are getting big," she commented, nodding toward my stomach. I returned her smile. "Yes, they are." "Twins?" "Boys," I confirmed, still feeling a small thrill at saying it aloud. "Due in January." "Wonderful," she said, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "My sister had twins. Double the work, double the joy, she always said." "That's what everyone tells me," I replied, the standard response becoming almost automatic.

Now, I have a lovely girlfriend called Tiffany, and I am planning to ask her to marry me soon. My feelings towards my stepsister, Gigi, are complicated. While I see her as my sibling, there's a part of me that feels drawn to her in a way that goes beyond familial love. Gigi exudes a sense of perfection, and her captivating eyes hold a seductive allure that I find hard to resist. I often find myself getting lost in her gaze, feeling a pull towards her that I struggle to ignore.