Pine Twins Novels & Stories

Damien announces, speaking with a full mouth. "Me too!" His twin brother repeats, swallowing his food in a hurry. "You'll have to finish your food first," they say simultaneously and Anne chuckles. He is really getting a hang of this fatherhood thing and she couldn't be more proud. The twins eat with such fervency, as if they've never been allowed to watch TV in their lives. "All done!" "I suppose you can go," Anne grumbles, shifting away from Asher's breath fanning her ear. He can't even wait.

I teased as we started walking again. “I take it their family is well known in the pack?” she asked. “Yes, they are one of the very few families that have twins every pregnancy. I think there’s only been maybe one or two times where only one pup was born.” I shrugged. “Wait, those boys were twins?” she asked, glancing back at the pair. “Fraternal, obviously. Usually, they have a boy and girl pair. Always one with red hair and one with black. No one really knows why. Evan and Iver are the youngest set at the moment. But given Sadria found her mate, I’m sure that will change soon.” I explained.

Title: The Twin Sisters Two twin sisters, Aurélie and Béatrice, physically identical but with very different personalities, are at the heart of this story. Aurélie, recently married to Lorenzo, presents herself to him as an experienced woman, but actually hides her virginity and a deep anxiety about physical intimacy.

"And oh, there are the twins of Pammy." I don't think I need to know why they are called that, but anyway, the twins of Pammy are in every way twin-y, very alike. They are a doppelganger of another. They both have the same sets of white blonde hair that flows down their neck, and rest on their shoulders. They both have same sets of turquoise eyes that's vibrant and radiant in the dusk's light. They both wear the same clothing. They both look...stern in a sense.

For me, it feels like home. “What’s got that smile on your face, my twin?” Quinn asks me. We’re currently in the middle grounds, watching our oldest pups, both boys, running around while our twins rest in their carriers beside us. I guess as twins, it makes sense that both Quinn and I would have twins. What we didn’t expect is that we’d both have a boy first, and then we’d both get pregnant with twin girls. Our packs will never be the same if Cohen and Emerson are any indication. Cohen loves our son, but these girls already have him wrapped around their little fingers.

He’s nearly healed by the time I open my eyes to see the same hungry look in his eyes as his brother had seconds ago. “Kitty has teeth,” he says with a smirk. It’s so corny that I can’t help but laugh, though it gets caught in my throat as Mike bites my nipple through my shirt and bra. “Play time later,” Mike growls out. “Let’s get home. I need to be inside you.” —- The twins live in a cabin on the outskirts of the pack territory, so they rode to the council meeting on 2 four wheelers. I climb on the front of Mike’s four wheeler and we speed through the compound.

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.

“Twins!” Tyr was stunned, his wife was pregnant with twins. “Haha!” Laughing loudly, he hugged Winifred. “My wife, is this real? Are we really having twins?” Winifred shot a glance at Tyr. “Why would I lie to you?” “Yeah.” Tyr kissed Winifred on the cheeks. “My wife is awesome, she straight up got pregnant with twins. Haha.” “You’re the one who’s awesome,” Winifred replied happily.

The twins froze when they noticed us, tilting their heads way back to look up at us. “Oh, those are my mates. That’s Gunnar, and that’s Henrik. They’re twins like you, just not identical. Their wolves are, though. And just like you, their wolves have a birthmark on opposite hind legs.” Zoe smiled. “Gunnar and Henrik meet Princesses Gwen and Christina.” ‘Gwen is the one in pink. It’s her favorite color. Christina is in the purple dress because it’s her favorite.’ Zoe added through the link. ‘Thanks. It’s like trying to tell Diana and Edith apart without knowing their scents correctly.’ I smiled and, with Henrik, crouched down to their level.