Scarlett Johansson Twin Novels & Stories

I scream again hoping this time, she'd actually look at me and understand me but she didn't, she just left. ****** If you're reading this, then I suppose I should properly introduce myself. Hi, I'm Gabriella Johansson, daughter of famous model, Rebecca Johansson and designer Derek Johansson and also sister of Gabrielle Johansson, and she's not just my sister, she's my identical twin but don't think too far cause we're so very different. I unfortunately just got demoted in the company that I've spent five years of my life working for and guess what, I got demoted for no reason. Hold on, scratch that thought, there is a reason and it's none other than Gabrielle, my dumb twin sister.

Fila and Ealia were already half-drunk, dancing with a pair of handsome twins they’d dubbed their “soul-mates for the night.” I walked up to Scar and Enzo, wanting to bridge the gap. “You have twins, right?” I asked Enzo. “Jade and Jake,” he said, his face softening as he pulled out his phone. The pictures were adorable—a girl and a boy with Scar’s golden skin and Enzo’s piercing eyes. “They’re already showing signs of the 'Revenant' tech-genius,” Scar laughed. “Most kids play with blocks; mine are bypassing firewalls. It’s in the blood.”

Everyone else also looked at Nathan curiously and looked forward to his answer. Nathan answered, “The woman filming in the photo is not the Madam...” But then, he did not dare to talk about the truth behind the matter and handed over his phone apprehensively. Then, a video automatically played on the phone screen. The background was a luxurious living room, where Jenna and Xavia Lockhart sat side by side. They looked identical. The girls wore clothes of the same style; their hairstyles highly resembled each other. Jenna, on the left, spoke softly, “Hello, I am Jenna Lockhart. The girl that sits next to me is my twin sister from the same mother, Xavia Lockhart. We would like to make some clar

The twins happen to be part of those kids who could not further their education since they were destitute. Kayla, the eldest, happens to be the outspoken among the two girls. They are known as the beauties of the island, since they had fair skin, long dark curly hair and blue eyes. They were both identical, but they also have distinct characters that distinguished them, which was that one was more feisty than the other. The feisty one was Kayla, and she is also the eldest among them, why the quiet one was Karen. Furthermore, Kayla's skin was without blemish, why Karen has a birthmark at her back.

“Madonna mia. Look at you. You’re huge.” Emilia swatted her arm, laughing. “It’s been a month! What did you expect?” “Twins or not, you look like you’ve swallowed a melon,” Isadora teased, but her voice was soft with awe. She rested a hand gently over Emilia’s stomach. “They’re really in there. Alive. I can’t believe it.” “They’re fighters,” Emilia whispered, her hand covering Isadora’s. “Just like us.” Their laughter dissolved into another tight hug, the kind only twins could share—the kind that stitched together every wound, every scar.

I intendedly said that with sarcasm. “Ouch,” she pretended like she really hurt inside. “Didn't you miss your twin sister?” I chuckled and shook my head. “How can I miss the woman who has the same face as mine? The only difference we have is our hair color,” I mentioned and tilted my head. Bria Barbara, my twin sister. I was serious when I said that the only difference we have is our hair color. Why? Her hair is orange that goes well with our milky smooth skin, while my hair is just a simple brown hair.

She had gone ten days over her predicted due date much to the surprise of many, making the twins pregnancy almost as long as a usual werewolf pregnancy. Rayhan didn’t argue when the king had said he didn’t have a say, and I knew it was because of me and Raihana that he had agreed. Although he mocked the king for running away from father duties. They had named the elder girl Skyla Silara Rossi, from the pictures that the king had shown us with great pride that he tried to hide, I could see she had gorgeous black hair and green eyes. The younger twin was names Kataleya Tamia Rossi, she had soft brown hair and dark eyes. Both were absolutely gorgeous and I could tell the Rossi gene was indeed s

He turned and paced to the far wall, ran one hand through his hair, then turned back. "Because Tamsin is your sister." I blinked. "What?" "Tamsin is your twin sister, Whitney." For a full breath, the words made no sense to me. Then I laughed. The sound came out higher than I intended. "My twin sister? That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. Do you know who you are talking to? I am Whitney Johnson. I have a family. Colby is my brother. I have parents. I am the only daughter. I do not have a sister, let alone a twin."

He read all about the Walters sister when he came onto this mission-- It was Scarlett's totem. "You knew about her!" Sarah laughed, and it was the ugliest smile Killian had ever laid eyes on when it was an awkward, yet cocky smile that mixed with fear, "You can find ME, then you must know about HER! It belongs to Scarlett Walters, my twin sister, Wanted Mage No. 125!" "What's your story?" Killian let out a light laugh that didn't reach his eyes, "Because you are twins, so you have to follow your sister even in crimes?"

"No, Alpha. They're twins—a boy and a girl. Harry and Harriet." My steps faltered, a jolt of realization crashing into me. My fists clenched tightly at my sides, my knuckles whitening. She gave birth to twins. Twins... for Giovanni? "How dare she?" I spat, my voice trembling with rage. "How dare she spread her legs for Giovanni? Why would she do that?"