Pollock Twins Novels & Stories

Guests lurched to their feet, phones shaking in fear in their hands Framed in the doorway was Lorenzo Alexander, known as EL DIABLO (the Devil) in the underground world. A black suit clung to him like sin, cigar smoke curling with the scent of danger. He didn’t walk the aisle he claimed it. Slow. Deliberate and Deadly.

She didn't face any consequences and had never regretted an action. Being her twin sister had always been torture, people who knew I was her twin back in high school often tried to hurt me to get back to her. She had never cared though, sometimes when she finds out I'm being bullied in her stead, she joins in on the fun as she calls it. But they should be places and times where even the most ruthless villains draw the line, like betraying a man like Alexander Hawkthorne. The more I thought about all I could likely face in the hands of this man, the weaker I got.

Dangerous. His silver eyes lingered on Elena this time. Then Ethan. Then finally Lia. And when he disappeared back into the darkness— He was smiling. Because now he knew something important. The twins weren’t just powerful. They were worth starting a war over.

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.

James said, shaking his head. We gasped as we saw them climbing on the rails like they were just playing—no fear at all. "F*ck, Bro. Are they really just 4 years old?" James pointed at the CCTV screen showing the twins seemingly playing on top of the wall. I just shrugged and patted his shoulder. "Clear all the footage—they were caught on camera. I don’t want anyone seeing what they’re capable of. You handle this—I have to go visit Ana’s parents," I told him.

Now, seeing the fruits of all those years of effort, I couldn't be prouder. "Mom, we owe it all to you for raising us so tirelessly all these years…" "Yeah, Mom. Without your patient guidance, we'd never have made it this far…" The twins had always been filial and considerate. They knew how much I had sacrificed for them, and often promised that once they graduated and found good jobs, they would ensure I lived out my old age in comfort. Their words filled me with warmth. And then I remembered—two days from now would be their birthday.

I smile at the memory of when we began to notice the differences between them. Alex and Alec were somewhat peculiar twins. When the wolves found out I was pregnant, they went crazy, even more so when they found out that it wasn't just one baby we were expecting, but two. It was a possibility, given that my brother and I had been twins and carried the gene, although getting pregnant with twins was still a surprise, a pleasant surprise. My pregnancy had no major complications, and we quickly had two beautiful children. Alec Black Vladimir and Alex Black Vladimir. The Black Twins.

I said to myself looking our wedding pictures in my phone. Well they all are taken by Mihir and some of Anshika's friends, we were smiling looking eachother but it's all fake and forced. But we're looking good together. It's just the third day of our wedding and she's missing. I take a deep sigh and put my face in between my palms. Rubbing it tired ly. "Mama..mamma..mama, mama" I heard the toddler voice of the twins their first word, thier first word is 'mumma'.

"Never." After that Aimee was given the moniker Turtleneck Aimee, because she would not put out for Jake, and Karla's reputation grew worse because she had. Nor was it the last time a guy tried to come between the sisters just to attempt to score with both of them. Yet, they never succeeded. The rule kept the twins from being played as pawns to increase the notches on men's bedposts. Eventually, most gave up the chase.

Their presence is not required, and understandably, sometimes they just don’t have the time to be there. “No, we haven’t,” I tell her, then direct my response to Colin, “Our twins are unusual. I’m sorry that we haven’t mentioned it before. It just hasn’t come up. Have you heard of the Legend of the Twins? The babies with special powers?” “Of course,” Colin replies with enthusiasm, “They have the power of levitation and healing! The last twins with those powers appeared over a hundred years ago! Are you saying that you’ve met these twins? Seriously? That’s fantastic!”