Pollock Twins Novels & Stories

"The babies are healthy by the way." "The…." The word didn't come out right. I tried again. "What?" Chloe reached over and very carefully pulled the edge of my hospital gown to the side. I looked down. The swell was real. My ears were ringing. The oath. The coven oath. Whatever you give birth to belongs to Volkron. Whatever you give birth to.. "Twins," "Both healthy. The doctors are baffled because apparently your…… and I am quoting here… ‘cellular regeneration is unlike anything they've seen in medical history’ which, yes, I know, but I've been smiling and nodding for four months now."

"You trusted the convenience of her compliance. You allowed your judgment to be blinded because she offered you an easy, performative refuge that didn't demand any baseline energy or verification. You accepted a manufactured persona because it was less exhausting than standing by a wife who was trying to show you the structural holes in your own fortress." Michael stared down at her signature on the paper, his breath forming small, pale ribbons of vapor that vanished into the dim air of the terrace. The toxic rivalry between the twins was officially over, the gate was locked, and the identity thief had been cast out into the lower street levels of the city, stripped of her stolen identity fo

But that was a conversation for another time, shelved away as the twins bounded back into the room, their arms filled with what appeared to be a book of drawings and pictures they had colored for me. Their talent was immediately apparent, and each page was a testament to their creativity and skill. Most of the artwork featured flowers and other cheerful scenes, but one drawing in particular caught my eye. It was a self-portrait of the twins standing beside a wolf, executed with a level of detail that suggested they had spent considerable time on it. "Is that my wolf?" I asked. Both twins nodded eagerly, their faces alight with pride and excitement. I told them, "I love all of these, but I th

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.

I prided myself in the thought that I was a dealer but didn’t take this hard drugs but at this point every ounce of care was thrown to the wind. I rolled it up, flicking my finger as I lit it up. Every one of the Alpha’s children had his special abilities. As twins, Orion and I share pretty much the same capabilities and it irked me. The thought of having someone who was my mirror image and had the same abilities I had was unnerving. That was why I rebelled. I could remember high-school, dyeing my hair and getting into a rebellious phase.

He wore royal blue and white in contrast to the other prince behind me in black with gold accents. They had the exact same face. The same hazel eyes, the same perfectly sculpted face, the same dark hair. It was like someone had made a clone of himself. What sort of sorcery was this? I knew about the princes. Everyone did. Twins separated at birth and raised by the sister of the late king and the sister of the late queen respectively but nothing in the rumours had ever said anything about them being identical. So identical they looked like the same person. So identical I could have easily mistaken one for the other.

Jenny and Austin looked at each other before smiling at the kids—they are so proud of the twins. On the other hand, Rose looked at them with a smile on her lips. Austin, Jenny, and the twins look so beautiful together while laughing and having fun. The tears started rolling inside her eyes—she didn't get a chance to see Austin while growing up. "Let's have breakfast now!" Rose said while grabbing a piece of attention and turning towards Austin. "Okay kids, let's have breakfast—Granny has prepared food for us with a lot of effort!" Jenny looked back and forth between Anna and Ryan.

She got a little angry and clenched her teeth to say, “It’s normal that you'd look down on our good intentions now that you’ve found yourself a golden ticket. "But can your rich boyfriend accept the twins? It doesn’t matter if it’s Mr. Langley or Mr. Young, I’m pretty sure neither of them can accept the existence of the twins. “After all, even our family doesn’t really know where they came from and who their father is. This matter involves the Lanes. You should explain yourself to us and tell us where they're really from. They can’t continue to live life as bastards, can they?” “Shut up! How dare you say something like that?”

He asked and they shook their heads in a negative way. "Well it is only if those two people can read well" Davis replied and the twins began reasoning on how to get to the first position. Stella just looked at them and smiled. Sometimes she wonders how Davis manages to outsmart the poor kids, guess that's why he runs one of the biggest technology producing companies all by himself in the whole word. She immediately shook her head when she noticed that she was starting to get proud of him as the twins' father. There's nothing to be proud about because he was a rapist but why does he keep insisting that he was drugged. Was he really drugged?

Jason POV It has been two months since we found out about the twins. Becca kept growing bigger and more beautiful by the day. Of course she doesn’t see it that way. No matter what any of us say. I delved deep into research when Becca said they were special. Of course they’re special just because they’re twins. Twins that will make it none the less. But when Kyle told me that she just knows things and that we should follow up on what she said; I chose to believe him and although it kills me and makes me want to ripe out his throat every time I think that he was with her, and knew her before me; I swallow that rage because he’s my sisters mate. But one of these days when it’s just us on patrol