Pollock Twins Novels & Stories

Rebecca snapped angrily. Always calmer than Charlie, Pete stood his ground at the kitchen table. At nineteen, the twins were still gangly, but probably their full height. They weren’t as blond as she was—her hair having a little help—but the bright summer sun had streaked their shaggy waves. Naturally, she thought they were handsome, something girls their age were beginning to discover. Their recent rowing obsession had filled them out. To her surprise, Pete’s formerly spindly biceps looked impressive in his ragged gray T-shirt.

Outside, she could hear the sounds of family life: William on a conference call in his study, the twins arguing about something in their room, Catherine's music drifting down from upstairs. The twins were thirteen now, in eighth grade, navigating the complicated waters of adolescence. Jackson was captain of his middle school soccer team, popular and outgoing. James was in advanced art classes, quieter but confident in his own way. They were best friends despite their differences, protective of each other in the way only twins could be. Catherine was seventeen, a senior in high school, already accepted to several top universities. She'd grown into a poised, brilliant young woman who wanted to

He meows and follows me outside and shadows his way into my Jeep before I get there. “Showoff,” I tell him, trying not to smile. He sits in the passenger seat, putting his paws up on the door to look out the window as we drive. The Delvaux twins live in the next town over, with a beach view of Lake Michigan. They come from a long line of money, and an even longer line of magic. We met at the Academy, and while we butted heads at first, we became friends.

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.

POL ANDREW POV "POL ANDREW, eat your breakfast first. Your dad has something to tell you." "Thanks mom. Hey, twins how's school?" "We're good hyung. But, Pol Jan hyung I guess like someone. A transferee to our school." said Pol James, our youngest. "Really? Are you a grown up now Pol Jan? Study first, dude. Okay?" I said as I ruffled his hair which he hates the most. "Argh! Hyung! Stop it! Did you know how much I spent just to have this hair style? Psh." he said as he tried to fix his hair irritatingly.

They looked exactly as they had on Pollepel, identical brother and sister, startlingly attractive, they still looked to be maybe 16. “Those two,” Polly said. “They’re always sparring. Peas in a pod.” The twins, sensing someone’s presence, stopped and walked towards them, breathless. They looked at Polly in confusion, clearly wondering who their new guest was. “I know, it’s not often that we get visitors,” Polly said, “but this one is special. Caitlin is her name. Please make her feel welcome. She saved me from some miscreants in Venice. We owe her one. Well, I owe her one, anyway.”

Mia agreed with a smile. Beau brushed her hair back over her shoulder and kissed her again, and Mia knew she’d made the best decision of her life, choosing Mr. Whitaker, the younger twin. She would never have to submit to Sam Whitaker again, and in Beau, she’d find everything she could possibly need.

It’s like he’s carved out of shadow and ice, and everyone else is just… background noise. Well not everyone me! Since we were the only ones in the library by this time… What the fuck is he even doing here? Nepo babies don’t need to study?? Or do they? I mean they were the Volkov twins, anyone who hasn’t heard about them probably lives like a hermit because everyone knows them. They are the infamous popular twins, the ones they whisper about in every rumor mill, every fraternity story, every late-night chat about the untouchables… And now? One of them is standing ten feets away, studying me like I was a problem he intended to solve.

How did the Universe bring us to this day? The twins thoughts come in sync this time, both of them thinking the same thing. When Gustav notices the shock in their faces, they finally look away, blinking rapidly to bring them back to their senses. “It has been two years since this day was celebrated, and I don’t think I can let you postpone it forever Agatha. People are talking that Gustav Russo is the only one who doesn’t seem to care about his children so I have to make that image go away, starting with the party. I need to show them we are still an intact family.” Gustav explains in a matter of fact way, making the twis looks down at the plate in understanding.

They are identical in almost every way, just like the twins. "There's two of them." Antonio points out. "Bethany said they were the only ones left, and she didn't know what she was going to do because they were very attached to each other." I hold the sleeping puppies to my chest. "I thought that you guys would appreciate them since they are identical, like you guys. Like maybe this could be something good for all of us." Nick rounds the couch and stands in front of me. "You got two puppies even though we didn't want even one because they are like twins?"