Sam From Icarly Twin Novels & Stories

As his name rolls off the tip of my tongue, a shiver travels down my spine. I can feel something, like a memory surfacing. "Wait… I know that name… but how?" “It’s a long story, and you will hear it when you are ready, but for now, at least you are not screaming anymore,” he teases. "You're not funny," I answer dryly. He replies, "I thought it was. I'd you are wondering why you got so confused. I have a twin. His name is Sam." I ask curiously, "You have a… twin?"

"Useless, am I? If I were useless, how are Sammy and Scott perfectly healthy?" "These two worthless brats! How the hell did they end up as my sons? Damn it!"

Isolde’s POV I had a twin—Isla. Yeah, I know. The names? Tragic. Go ahead and blame our parents for thinking rhyming was cute. Isla was the golden child. We were identical down to the last eyelash, but somehow, she always sparkled a little more. Boys tripped over themselves for her. She was sweet, graceful, soft-spoken, basically the lead role in a fairy tale. Me? I was the background noise. Loud, impulsive, stubborn as hell, and apparently allergic to rules. Definitely not the favorite.

“Damien! Come join us. I told you he’d show up eventually, Elara. Victor’s twin brother, he travels a lot for their business interests, but he’s family now.” She knew, of course she knew, yet seeing them side by side made my head spin. Identical, yet… not. Damien’s smirk was sharper, his eyes wilder as they landed on me. “Well, hello there,” Damien drawled, pulling out a chair directly across from me. His gaze raked over me slowly, openly appreciative. “You must be the famous Elara, Victor didn’t do you justice.” My cheeks burned, I could feel Victor’s tension radiating beside me. “Nice to meet you,” I managed, my voice barely steady.

She couldn't tell what game they were playing this time—or what kind of revenge they were planning now. After a pause, she forced a smile. "Sure. Let's go." At the bar, people kept coming over to toast her. Samantha accepted every glass without hesitation. Seeing her drink so freely, everyone around her smiled in satisfaction. "Samantha, a toast to you." Hannah Simone walked up to her, grinning, a drink in hand. Hannah was Cathy's twin sister. They looked nearly identical. For years, she'd been by Connor's side. Back then, Samantha had simply thought of her as a friend. But after learning the truth about Connor and his revenge, Samantha couldn't help but look at Hannah differently now.

Two powerful people tied to me in ways I still don’t fully understand. If something is coming for me, I need them both standing. Not fractured. Not fighting. Not insecure. I ran a hand over my face and exhaled. My life is actually insane. Victor almost prophetic sleeping beauty for two days. Sammy leaving after confessing like we’re in some dramatic romance movie. And then there’s Alexandra. My twin. That one hurts the most. I walked toward her wing slowly, every step heavier than the last. She was sitting on the edge of her bed when I entered.

He was still guiding me down the hallway, with me nestled beneath his arm and his hand still resting on my hip, when a closed door we had just passed suddenly opened. We both paused, looking back at the door when a very sullen-looking carbon copy of Tyler emerged, taking me by surprise. I looked up at Tyler then over at what could only be his twin staring back at us. At me. "Wow!" Tyler joked with a small chuckle. "What a rare treat to see you up and about during the day. What's got you up before noon?" he asked teasingly. The twin stared, his eyes never leaving mine as he replied in Tyler's voice, "My mate."

Zubby Oko, with her dark skin, even darker hair and feline features, was the original occupant of our room until something happened and her parents cut off her allowance. Thanks to that, Zubby was always bitching me with her eyes as if it was my fault I’d been assigned to her room. To top it off, she was also an upperclassman in my department, who’d also gotten into the special elective in her first year. Leah Quinn, the blonde beauty and top model, was Zubby’s best friend so they got along well, and thankfully she didn’t naturally inherit her bff’s enemies so we were good…sorta. Our last roommate was home sick, so that left just the three of us.

"So, tell me entirely about yourself, Anna. What is it totally like being Brenna's twin sister?" "It is completely annoying," I sighed heavily, wiping my mouth with a clean napkin. "Everyone always looks completely at her. She is the entirely perfect, popular cheerleader, and I am just the totally dirty mechanic girl who hides in the garage." "I don't think you are totally dirty," Milo said, staring right at my face with a completely strange look in his eyes. "I think you are entirely interesting." "Thanks," I mumbled quickly, looking completely down at my plate.

When my fingertip touched that slightly raised skin, I could even feel a reassuring sense of confirmation. However, the messages went crazy again. [This guy even imitated details like this just to sleep with his sister-in-law, Jasmine Hudson!] [Damn, he actually cut that scar into his own wrist on purpose, just to make it look real so Jasmine wouldn't find out. Talk about self-harm!] [He better not be that obsessed! When Trevor gets back, he's going to come for your life!] [Am I the only one who thinks this is terrifying? A real-life body double story. Jasmine, run!]