Sister Twins Quotes Novels & Stories

Mother sighed before pulling us into a small hug, then holding us in her arms. “You have to remember that you are sisters above all. I know siblings quarrel, but you are twins, and you have to be there for each other no matter what. Promise me that you’ll never hurt each other. Promise me.” Our eyes clash as we stare at each other. A smile appears on our faces. It took our mother to remind us of what we meant to each other. “We promise,” we vow at the same time.

"If anything looks out of the ordinary, you'll be the first to know. We won't fuck around; we'll call that shit in." Drew knew his friend spoke the truth. "How's Mandy?" he asked, changing the subject. "She's Mandy. We fight like cats and dogs half the time just to make up." Dalton leveled his best friend with a smart-ass grin. "Dude, that's my sister. My twin even." "They say that twins can feel things about the other." Dalton grinned wider. "Can you feel it when I'm…" His hips made thrusting motions. "Stop!" Drew covered his ears with his hands. "You're lucky I don't knock your teeth down your throat. I know where you were going with that."

“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.

"I also called to let you know that Mom and the 'Chaos' are on their way to your apartment." Chaos — that's the only word that defines my younger sisters, the twins of the quintuplets. Just like me and my brothers (non-identical triplets, but bound by something stronger than blood), the quintuplets came into the world in an explosion of distinct personalities. Only multiplied by five. Yelena and Alicia, the identical twins, are like two sides of the same coin—one finishes the other's sentences, they share secrets without words, and sometimes they even switch places just to watch the world burn.

“You nearly killed me and my sister then!” Verya blinked. Then gasped softly, covering her mouth in mock realization. “Ohhh—you two.” Verya pointed lazily at them, a grin tugging at her lips. “The creepy twins who tried to assassinate me once.” She tilted her head, as though digging through a distant memory. “Let’s see… wasn’t that the time I had both of you by the throat?” She lifted her hand, fingers curling as if gripping something invisible, a soft laugh slipping past her lips. “While you two dangled out of a window, gasping like fish thrown onto land…”

"Alex, I know you're always there for me, and I appreciate it more than words can say. But remember, everyone has their own unique journey. Just because our paths diverge doesn't mean we're any less connected. Your support means everything to me." Her words wash over me, soothing the subtle ache in my heart. Annabelle has always had a remarkable ability to understand and comfort me. She's right—we may tread different paths, but the bond we share as twins is unbreakable. With newfound resolve, I smile at Annabelle, the pride I feel for her shining in my eyes. "You're right, sis. I'll be here every step of the way, cheering you on. Your journey is my journey, and I can't wait to witness your g

I burst out laughing too coz the look on the twins’ faces was priceless. “MOM !!!!” they screamed in horror. “We will drown her in chloroform if she tries to even enter our sacred abode !!!!” they chimed together. Did I mention the twins were not only trained warriors but were studying medicine to become specialized surgeons too ? No ? Well they were and I could tell that they would really jab shots of anaesthesia into their dear sister and flee off away from her. Haha.

"But you know what? When I think about it, I believe the universe knew exactly what it was doing when it made us twins." She jumped up, pacing the treehouse with her usual boundless energy. "You, my dear brother, are the whizz kid twin blessed with the brains to do the detective work. And me?" She struck a pose. "I'm the mischievous mastermind, the plotter extraordinaire! Together, we're an unstoppable force!" I couldn't help but smile at my newly found sister's enthusiasm as I responded. "I suppose we do complement each other quite well."

He wasn't even considering his wife. . . . "I don't know how awkward it will sound but i want to pop my second cherry.'' The disvirgined twin said to the other sister. There was a surprised look on her face. She didn't see that coming. Though she was hoping that it wasn't what her brain was interpreting. "I don't understand what you are saying. What do you mean by second cherry?" She asked with an obvious curiosity. "Stop asking as if you don't know what I'm talking about." The twin scuffed.

Gabriel placed his hand upon hers, "We thought it would be good to find out a bit more about your sisters before this evening. Do you mind telling us about them?" "Er.." she shrugged "Okay." Millie had this whole conversation sewn up. She had spouted this particular conversation several times in her mind, she had rehearsed it until the cows came home. Gabriel and Nick both sat back, ready to hear. Millie took a breath, she could do this "The twins are three years older than me they are twenty-six." Millie took a drink of her tea. "They have this strange thing that twins have, you know, they know what the other one is thinking. They finish each other's sentences off."