Some Twins Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

I still felt the urge and pull, it was like nothing I’ve ever felt. “Well, today is your twenty-first birthday, and you know we get our soulmates, but it seems that you have four. Of course, you could have identical twins or triples that could be your person or persons.” She looked at me, clearly, I didn’t understand, she took a deep breath. “Identical twins or triplets have one mate, they are from one egg and one sperm. So, they are basically the same person, just in different bodies. Fraternal twins come from two eggs and two sperm so they have two soulmates, Like my father and Uncle.”

“Rein! Honey, Eric is not com- “If you are trying to say comfortable Erica, then you are wrong. He is fine here, he loves it here. Why do you want him to go and be sitting in a house where he will be terribly lonely. What has gotten over you? Isn’t he your brother?” I was scolding her but none of that mattered to me. She was being unreasonable for the fact that they are twins. She should be happy that her twin was living with her in the same house. “Rein listen…” she tried to explained but I cut her immediately.

Theo added, his smile taking on a slightly mischievous quality, "it's twins." The room went silent for a heartbeat as we all processed this additional revelation. "Twins?" I repeated, stunned anew. "As in... two babies?" "That is generally what 'twins' means, brother," Theo replied dryly, though his eyes danced with amusement at my eloquent response.

"If you need help with anything at all, you can always come to me, okay?" "Oh. Um. Thanks," I muttered, completely caught off guard. "See you around!" Tiffany gave a little wave, spun on her heel, and sauntered off down the hall, her little entourage falling into step behind her. We stood there in silence for five full seconds. "Did that just happen?" Princess whispered, looking like she’d just seen a ghost. Paris turned to me, his jaw practically on the floor. "Did you... did you just get the Queen Bee's official stamp of approval? I think my brain just short-circuited."

"Good job, your child was out—wait, there's one more." "W-What?" "1...2...3... Go!" "Ahhhhhhhh." "Congratulations! You have A twins, Mrs. Kaden. A twin beautiful boys."

My birth date. I stare at the photograph for a long time. I turn it over and over in my hands. I look at the two infants—they’re identical in every visible way. Same size. Same position. Same features. Two babies who should not exist together. Two babies who are impossibly, improbably the same. Twins. The word forms in my head and I can’t seem to get it to leave.

Lukas felt heat crawl up the back of his neck. He turned to Harlow. “What is it? Is it a baby?” Harlow frowned at the screen. “I’m… not sure. It doesn’t look like any of my scans before.” Lukas’s blood went cold. “What does that mean? Harlow—what does that mean?” Before she could answer, Aiden spoke. Soft. Unsteady. Reverent. “It’s… twins.” Lukas blinked. Then blinked again, like his eyes were buffering.

"That's why we need each other." The twins are sixteen. The architecture and the story. Between them, the whole argument.

The girl had a second mark. A small line crossing the crescent. I looked at Isabella. She didn’t have it. My heart stopped. “So they’re not the same child.” Elena nodded. “No.” Dante’s eyes narrowed. “Then why do they look identical?” Elena looked toward Adrian. He hadn’t spoken in several minutes. “Because they are twins.” The word echoed through the tunnel. Twins. I looked at Isabella. Then at the photograph. My daughter had a twin. A twin who had been hidden from me.

he said. Khione nodded, "Yes, the fourth set is my Uncle Erevan's twin boys, Theron and Soterios. Well, technically, if we're going in age order, Arte and Apollo are fourth, 'Ron and 'Rios are third. Anyway, Gemini twins are indeed rare. They're quite literally a representation of nature's duality. I'll use Arte and Apollo as an example," Khione said, shuffling in her seat and leaning forward. She gently took Carter's coffee and placed it beside her own, pointing to the black coffee and labelling it 'Arte', while labelling the mocha 'Apollo'.