Noah Gragson Twin Sister Novels & Stories

“Mom, Noah said aliens probably exist.” “They do probably exist.” Emma gasped dramatically. “See?!” I laughed softly while opening my email on my phone absentmindedly, then froze, Silver Crest Holdings, my heart stopped. “What?” Noah asked immediately. With shaking fingers, I opened the email. Congratulations, Miss Hart… I screamed, actually screamed, the twins jumped violently. “What happened?!” Emma yelled. “I GOT THE JOB!” Silence, then absolute chaos exploded, the twins screamed louder than me, Noah nearly knocked over his chair. Emma tackled me into a hug. I started crying and laughing at the same time.

Ironically, although Gray's overall appearance was edgier than her classically clean-cut sister's, she was the less intimidating one. No joke, they had to be one of the most easily distinguishable pairs of identical twins on the planet... Their facial features and body structures might've been mirror-images of each other's, but only Gray had a plethora of tattoos decorating her pale skin. Earlier, she'd described her sister to me as 'the artist' and herself as 'the living canvas.' Which seemed accurate—she was art incarnated. Dressed in a cornflower blue sleeveless romper, the many multi-colored inked pieces on her legs, thighs, arms, shoulder blades, upper back and even neck were at least p

she continued, unable to hold back her tears. The others listened, grateful that someone was finally explaining it to Noah. "Twins?" Noah repeated, his brow wrinkled. "Yes, Mister." "Where is she now? And why is everyone crying? Whose grave is this?" Emily smiled through her tears. She held Noah's hand gently and looked straight into his eyes. "She is Miss Layla." Noah's clear eyes widened. He turned to look at Layla, who was still being held by Elena. "So she really is my sister?" Noah asked hesitantly.

"Why don't you ask your mother, Noah?" I turn to stone in my seat. Goosebumps prickle over my skin, and my voice comes out hoarse. "What did you just say?" "Your mother… You should ask her about me." Natalie gets up from her seat. Her eyes are filled with silent rage. "Even Bianca knows who I am. The only person who doesn't remember me is you." I stare at her. "Do we know each other?" Natalie laughs; the sound is bitter. "My name is Natalie Gracen—you and I are step-siblings, Noah."

Everyone has their own beauty in them. Next, we have twins. Yes, I do have twin brothers named Brandon and Grayson Florence. Having a twin brother is not as easy as you thought; it is because they just love teasing me and building a plan to disturb me just like Niall did to me. Basically, three of them will team up and come up with a plan to prank me. Brandon and Grayson are 26 years old, and both of them do not have girlfriends. So, if you're interested in my brothers, just direct message me. Okay, just kidding, please don't. I'm tired of all of it. I get so many questions that people ask, especially women, and I'm sick of it.

“Gracie, come back. What’s going on?” Crossing my legs at the foot of my wardrobe, I take out my shoebox filled with the letters. It might be a coincidence. Noah has a younger brother and an oler stepsister from his mother’s second marriage. “Did Maria say anything about putting your letters in a shoebox?” Ben nods. “Did you call Asher AJ in your letters?” Another nod. My heart is beating too fast. “Umm. Did you wish for Tessa to choke on her smoothies?”

Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore. …… Ever since I was little, my grandma always told me, "There’s no one better than a mother." But I always felt like she was lying to me. When I was eight, my mom took forever to come pick me up. When we finally got home, I saw her comforting Gwen Lincoln, my twin sister. We looked almost identical, except I had an extra mole beneath my left eye. "Mom, who is she?" "She’s Kate, your sister from the countryside." Their dissatisfied questioning and cold response left me with a sense of unease.