Pollock Twins Novels & Stories

That pet name had been laughed at between the girls. “Take me home now, Chuck!” she said, her voice ominous. He knew something had happened. He just didn’t know what. That was understandable, because he had no clue that the twins, when they were still fifteen, had made a pact. That was when they had discovered the joy of rubbing between their legs. They had talked about it, and tried it the first time together. They had been very pleased with the results, and had often done it together since then.

Only his eyes lingered unpleasantly on her body. That gaze upset Linux greatly. It was thinly veiled and extremely vulgar. In layman terms, it was a lecherous gaze. Before he came, he had investigated these twins. Arlo and Milo had started working at the Smith Group at the age of fifteen. After working hard for ten years, they had a strong foundation. They were regarded as geniuses since they were young, they never made any mistakes. Moreover, they were disciplined and strict when it came to their private lives. But, this pair of twins... were surrounded by bad rumors.

I hand Dillon to her so I can make breakfast for her. “You know, the twins have a really sad past. Their mom abandoned them when they were nine. They had to find food from dumpsters.” She looks sad while she rocks Dillon. “Did you know Kara had a pup once? It sounds like it was stillborn. Her wolf, Poppy, doesn’t talk to her anymore.” “Wow, really?” I figured things were not great for the twins before I met them, but a wolf choosing not to speak to their human counterpart, that’s intense. When I look up at Zara, I feel like there’s something out of place.

“What if you guys had run into a bad person or something.” “Like a serial killer?” Nola raised a brow at Miss Polly who gulped, shocked that she even knew what a serial killer was. “Yes, exactly like a serial killer.” Polly raved. “Cool,” Nate smirked. “No, not cool. You could have been hurt.” “But we weren't. Let's just go,” Nate rolled his eyes. Polly sighed, she was just not in the mood to argue with Nathan. Miss Polly was tired, and she just didn't trust the twins to not run off again, so she decided to order an Uber instead of walking home. She was busy with the app when Nola heard a deep chuckle coming from the side of the house.

* His eyes moved down the page. **VANCE, AURORA — BORN OCT 12.** **VANCE, LUNA — BORN OCT 12.** Ethan stopped breathing for a second. Twins. Aurora had never mentioned a sister. Not once. In all the conversations they had shared about her childhood, her family, and her past, she had spoken as if she had grown up alone. Ethan turned the page. And his entire body went still. A surveillance photograph was attached to the top corner of the file.

My parents were quite wealthy and needless to say, I had almost everything I wanted. A few days later, I wasn’t still familiar with the place. I was always indoors, watching fighting programs and training with my father. But he was most often away from home, so he will keep me with the neighbors. They had two kids, and the pale small one, was Eric. I thought he was the younger brother but he was the twin. After sometime, we became good friends. Eric was a wimpy and a weak child. He always needed our protection but we never had it any other way. In fact, we enjoyed playing big sisters to him and he enjoyed playing little brother to us.

"What did you do to her?" ​"I made her perfect!" Eleanor shrieked. "And it worked. When we found her again, we didn't just want her back—we wanted to see if she could pass it on. The twins weren't an accident. They were the validation of twenty years of work." ​I looked at my hands. They were shaking, but as the shock wore off, a strange, cold clarity began to take over. I felt a hum beneath my skin, a synchronization with the room’s electronics that I had always mistaken for anxiety or intuition.

"Fine, I'll behave, but let me hold you while we sleep. Please... I promise I won't do anything." My body stiffened. I knew struggling would only provoke a stronger reaction, so I warned him sternly, "If you try anything, I'm done with you." He gradually fell asleep. Meanwhile, I stared at the frantic comments still scrolling in front of me, finally piecing together the truth of this absurd world. I was living inside a melodramatic novel named 'Twin CEOs: Double the Danger'. The male lead of the novel was my husband, Trevor, who was still overseas handling a crisis.

And still… here I was. Drawn to them. Again. Against reason. Against vengeance. Against the oath I had sworn over my parents’ graves. I stopped at the edge of the clearing, my breath catching when I saw them waiting. The Ligaya twins. Two figures framed by the pale wash of moonlight, shoulders squared, wolves bristling beneath their skin. They looked like shadows carved out of the night itself…dangerous, unyielding, every inch of them a reminder of what I had sworn to destroy.

The public opinion shifted overnight. "That little girl is terrifying. How could she do something like that?" "Thank God for the security footage, or else that couple would've been ruined." "No way! Are kids these days so manipulative?" "Stop saying children are always innocent. Think about what you were like at that age." "Can you imagine if people had actually believed her? That poor man would've never cleared his name." Since the twins were still young, the police decided not to press charges against them. They just gave the twins a stern lecture and made them write a formal apology.