Sister Twins Quotes Novels & Stories

she replies, “and she went on one too.” “Yeah,” Nolan cuts in. “For once, she’s said something intelligent.” “Hey!” Nova shrieks through the phone. “That’s not nice!” “Nolan,” I growl, “that’s not nice. Apologize to your sister.” “But it’s true,” he insists. “She’s always talking about unicorns and fairies… and that’s just dumb shit.” “Nolan!” I close my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose. Everyone thinks having twins is adorable until they actually have them. I wouldn’t trade these two for anything in the world, but fuck, they drive me insane sometimes.

Rosalia Twin? Twin? Fucking Twin? I have a Twin sister? Why the hell is my life so complicated?! Just a few hours ago, I learnt I have an older brother, now I have a twin too? Slowly digesting that bombshell of information, I asked him "I have a Twin?" "Yes, you do.Your twin sister is Chester's pawn and had always antagonise you" His hand tightened further on my waist. Why would my twin hate me? Weren't twins supposed to be each other's soulmates or whatever people say?

"So daddy darling! We always have a choice and you made yours by sacrificing me. And know that the whole truth will be revealed today." "Please don't do this!" Replies my father in a pleading tone. "But what are you talking about?" I ask the question myself, lost in their conversation. "Well, my dear sister, know that we are sisters, and even twins." Answer my doppelganger. "What ?" I exclaimed, flabbergasted. "You followed very well." She reiterates, not seeming to be joking. "How is it possible that I never knew? Dad, say something." I ask surprised.

"What's the matter, Shyne? You know that you should learn how to reply to your little sisters when they talk. I was expecting that you were raised better than this, you know." Nixie laughed at Trixie's snide comment. They both giggled and gave each other high fives as they towered over my sitting form. "For twins to be both little glittery monsters is a shock for me, ladies. I always assumed that at least one of you would have grown up with a bit more breeding and, well, I don't know, maybe class? I mean, even your insults are out of style, and you both claim to always be on trend."

“Right, my grand opening. I bet you’re just loving this, watching me bask in all the attention and praise. It must be killing you inside.” I clenched my jaw, struggling to keep my temper under control. “You have no idea what goes on in my mind," I retorted. She let out a scoff. “Oh, please. I know you better than anyone. You’re just jealous that i’m the one in the spotlight tonight, and you’re stuck playing the supportive little sister.” "Little sister? You're two minutes older." I hissed and then noticed the reporters around me becoming curious about what the twin sisters of their beloved mayor were talking about.

I said in low tones. "What if they make us forget? What if tomorrow I can't remember you or you can't remember me?" "Then we would remind each other through the vents every day as many times as it takes." I said confidently. "Promise?" "I promise. My name is Sage Chen and your name is Aria Chen. We're twins and sisters. We love each other no matter what they do to us, that doesn't change." "No matter what they do," Aria repeated. "We stay sisters."

"All I want to do is do it well. "You are. Look at our girls. They're happy. Healthy. Thriving. Look at your career. Successful. Respected. You're succeeding."I feel like I'm failing at everything sometimes."Everybody feels that way on some days. But all in all? You're doing well. We're doing well." When the twins were 2½ years old, they began to say "I love you." Claire said that all the time. "Love you, Mama." "Love you, Dada." "Love you, Evie."

Halo held the journalist's gaze, her expression unwavering. "What he wanted, he went for. It's as simple as that." A murmur rippled through the room, but she didn't falter. "I don’t find it amusing or acceptable that the press continues to refer to me as 'the lesser twin.' I am just as capable as my sister, if not more. My value isn't determined by how well I fit into a narrative that favors familiarity over individuality."

"With my twin sister?" I chuckle. "That’s the best part. There’s always a twin sister." Ava laughs harder now, the sound breaking through the tension like sunlight through clouds. Her shoulders relax. So do mine. We settle into a quiet rhythm, watching the ridiculous drama unfold. Characters slap each other, cry, faint. A man wakes up from a coma with amnesia. "If I ever faint, slap me twice," she says casually. "Why twice?" "Once for the drama, once to be sure I’m not faking it."

“Twins.” I blink once, twice, unable to believe the beauty before me. I have always found Sarah Wellspring, my best friend’s little sister, simply ethereal. But today, listening to her tell us we will be fathers, she sparkles differently. She glows, painted in a golden light. Glittering—almost—like the light around her fractures into a thousand stars. There is no one like her, there will never be. Not in this life or as many lives as we have beyond.