Mystery Twins Novels & Stories

This gave the Twins plenty of opportunities to take what they wanted, the first time they came into the library she was standing next to a bookcase searching through the books. In a few quick movements, they had locked the door and pushed her over a table tugging off her panties and thrusting their rock-hard cocks into her mouth and pussy. They did not speak to her just fucked her until she exploded into orgasm and then made her suck them until they did the same. When they left she felt dirty and used but at the same time, she could not wait until they sought her out again. They liked to take risks and when she tried

And the call had come with a series of truths, of what my twin brother who was a monster was doing. It was crazy, the fact that I had been living under the same roof with a monster. The same man who had kidnapped my girlfriend, and had also gone ahead to poison us. What was he thinking? How could someone commit all those atrocities without even having fear? Without even thinking about the repercussions of all those deaths, of all the blood on his hands? There was no time to waste. If we were going to tackle Tristan, then it had to be done immediately. “Yes, Denver. It was Emilia. She's alive, do you believe it? But we have a huge problem, Denver and it must be tackled immediately. Is my twin

Whilst this group is arguing, the twins are already planning to face what they call 'ADMIRERS'. “These guys are stupid, really stupid,” commented Vic while paying attention to the heckling of these secretive admirers. “Hahaha, but they're cute” Zia chuckled. “Are they?” Vic smiles and shakes his head. The twins stroll along the other road and turn to enter an alleyway. They want to lure and trap these “FOLLOWERS”. “Young Master look.” Tan said with a bloated face. “They turn and walk into an alleyway? They're seeking death.” An evil look appeared on Leonard's face.

I leaned back against the pillows, crossing my arms, eyes half-lidded to hide the small, traitorous spark of satisfaction flickering in my chest. “Good,” I said softly. “They should be scared.” That should have been the end of it but it wasn’t. Instead of leaving, the twins moved closer. One perched on the edge of the bed. The other dragged a chair over and sat backwards on it, chin resting on her arms, studying me like I was a fascinating animal in a zoo. “So,” Chair Twin said casually, “what was it like running a criminal empire?” I stared at her. “What.” “Oh!” Bed Twin waved a hand.

Tapping her chin thoughtfully again, she answered her own question, “Though, judging by that pathetic, shocked look on your face yesterday afternoon, it might just be a hilarious coincidence.” Hilary’s breathing grew frantic as a new, terrifying realization began to twist her thoughts when she realized that it was the perfect moment to ask about what had been conflicting with her mind. She struggled to maintain her composure as she stared at the elegant woman before her. “Who are those twins to you anyway? There’s no way they are your biological kids. They are only a year younger than Brittany, so the math is impossible. It is impossible... or are they?!” She shrieked, the mere thought of it

Same phone I had seen the other twin use. My stomach twisted. I waited until Dominic went into the bathroom to clean up, i slipped out of bed and opened the walk-in closet. My fingers brushed along the row of identical black suits. One of them smelled like a different cologne; it was sharper and alluring than Dominic’s. I closed the closet door fast, my heart pounding again. His twin wasn’t just a voice i heard in the hallway anymore. He is right here, in this penthouse, the clothes i just saw was enough reason to prove my assumption.

I fell on the chair. He’s right. Nothing changes the fact that he is my brother and my twin. I always thought back in the past that because we are twins, we will live together forever, doing everything together, having each other's backs because that is how twins are to function. But I find myself drifting further away from Eric. It’s even more like we are strangers. God made me the stronger one and him kind of the weaker one. I’m to be his strength and him my weakness. But I don’t have a weakness because everything is my weakness.

The hasty cremation, the evasive answers—I had suspected all along that neither of them had truly died. And after Jeremy's "death," I discovered I was pregnant. With twins. That was when I conceived my boldest plan. I took on the role of caretaker for Jeremy and Janey's supposed illegitimate sons. Under the guise of grief too deep to bear, I retreated to the countryside with them. Two years later, I returned—with my own twins. Everyone believed they were Jeremy's illegitimate children. Even my own parents were deceived. They scolded me for being a fool, and friends mocked me for lowering myself to raise another woman's children.

He must be definitely up to something and she wasn’t going to lose guard of her children. After her shift, she took a shower and sat comfortably on the couch, engrossed in an article she was reading on her tablet. The soft afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room. The quiet hum of the house filled the air, interrupted only by the distant sound of a passing car. Suddenly, the front door swung open, and the sound of excited chatter echoed through the hallway. Maggie looked up and smiled as her twins, Luke and Leah, burst into the room. They had just arrived home after the school bus dropped them off.

I'm about to stride out the door, needing space to process this news, when she whispers, her voice trembling, "It's twins. That's why I'm so big. I have a picture if you want to see." I stop in my tracks, my anger momentarily forgotten. Twins? Could it be true? I turn back to her, my eyes searching her face for any sign of deception. She looks at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of hope and fear and reaches for her bag. She pulls out a black and white sonogram image, offering it to me. I take the picture with a steady hand, my eyes narrowing as I study it. It's then that I notice the date on the sonogram. My heart sinks as I realize the truth. She may be carrying twins, but the date confir