Saltzman Twins Novels & Stories

“They understand my pheromones so quick, My son, you're making me proud” ----- 5th day after the twins got out of the tank. The twins were startled when the door slammed opened, but having a Dominant genes, their eyes just shot daggers at the two who just entered and starting screaming, hurting their father. “Idiot are you done?” SC2 slapped his head. "What's taking you so long?” SC1 throws a test tube at him that broke and dirtied the floor. It was the two scientists, Shaun was changing the twins' clothing, and it took him a long time, to figure out how to make it, and fast as lightning, Shaun tied the last string of the white cloth and stepped aside.

I asked Samantha, desperate to shift the mood. “Yes,” she said happily, “it is a boy and it is a girl.” Confusion crossed my face, and Samantha just giggled. “So… a boy or a girl?” I muttered, puzzled. “A boy and a girl. We’re expecting twins, dear aunt,” Samantha announced, and Julian squeezed her hand, beaming with pride and joy. “Wow, that must be exciting. Congratulations,” Sebastian replied cheerfully. “Double trouble.” “Are you planning to have pups soon?” Julian asked Sebastian.

"Jabal and Jasmine, you both are hybrid twins" Jabal furrowed his brows and Jasmine scoffed. "You're born by parents of different species" Jamal explained Jasmine hissed. "I know the meaning of hybrid, idiot" Jabal groaned. "Gosh. Can't you control your anger for once?". She glared at Jabal who doesn't seem bothered. "Don't you..." "Enough" their father ordered. They stared danger at each other but said nothing. "You don't have to fight each other, ok?" They nodded. He relaxed on the couch and began. "As I said before, you're hybrid twins, born by a werewolf-witch parent"

Skylar Nine weeks have passed since the twins were born. They have gotten big and we discovered that the twin who resembles Samantha is a boy and named him Michael. The twins that resembles me is intersex and Bethany named them Evan, an unusual unisex name. Kennedy is back to her normal comfort zone with the clans, but she's still leery about leaving the twins without someone she completely trusts and the list is short. She still makes breakfast every morning and everyone has gotten used to it. They often bring her snacks or offer to tend the twins when she's tired. There have been a few times the three of us come down for breakfast and a handful of members are helping her about the kitchen

And yet… Every time I thought of him…Ridwan…my chest grew tight, my body betraying me. That sharp pull, that magnetic ache, it never left. I could run, hide, lock every door, but the bond still found me. I sank down on the edge of the narrow bed in my temporary quarters, pressing a hand to my temple. The summit had ended in chaos after the lockdown, whispers crawling like fire through the halls about intruders and spies. No one suspected me. Not yet. But I knew the twins had been searching the shadows, restless, their presence spilling into every corner.

I looked over at Ashley, who was watching me with concern. "We'll figure this out, Abby," Ashley said, taking my hand. "We'll keep looking until we find someone who can help." I nodded hoping she was right. My case just had to be different, Ashley and I were twins yet I was the one with weird symptoms. We shared the same womb for months, why was I the black sheep? Did my genes suddenly change or what, I needed an explanation.

"Sorry but Itsumi wouldn't let me be till I followed her here." Itachi got a growl from his twin sister in return and he mouthed 'Sorry' to her. "By the way Sasuke, what did you do to make her push you away like this?" "I kissed her at the party" Sasuke replied. "Because of that! Not that you two had... " "You didn't sleep with her right?" Itsumi shouted cutting Itachi short in his sentence. "No! Why would I do that?" The other twins pushed the door open and rushed in. "We're siblings, I can't possibly do that."

“Are they all Omegas?” “Both Alphas." "So you're a dominant Alpha." "Yes sir." Ezra's shoulders eased back a fraction. “You got siblings?” He asked, tone less interrogation and more idle background threat. “Two. Both younger. Twins.” The table went still. “Twins?” Sebastian echoed. Jacob nodded. “Five years old. Feral.” “Boy twins?” Ezra asked, eyes narrowing. “Yeah.” Sebastian looked faintly shell-shocked. “And you… live with them? Willingly?”

Michael Osborn was down the hall, his distant, heavy footsteps echoing through the service elevator corridor as he carted the final bundles of the parasite’s physical footprint down to the street-level disposal bins. Ava Osborn did not follow the sound of his departure. She stood perfectly straight before the massive luxury walnut vanity table that lined the northern wall of the suite, her tailored navy business blazer buttoned tightly over her chest. Her long gray eyes were wide, focused, and entirely free of the frantic, tearful panic that had broken her sanity weeks ago. She was looking straight into the large, circular sheet of silvered glass that dominated the dressing area—the exact op

Tell and Dalton high-fived, and Tell said, “We’ve got ya covered.” “With who?” Brandt demanded. “The Sweeney twins. Kristol and Marisol. And here’s the kicker.” Dalton leaned in. “They wanna play musical brothers. Hell, when we go out, we ain’t ever sure which one we’ll end up with that night.” They high-fived again.