Stoke Twins Novels & Stories

Both of them were silent, listening carefully to the screams and anger of a woman. "Wipe your tears, Stella! You don't even deserve to be side by side with Lexus in Steffy's place! You're neither beautiful nor smart like your twin sister!" The voice came from a blonde-haired woman, who was wearing the most luxurious maroon dress in her entire life. She is Sophia Drechsler, the mother of the twins. Steffy Drechsler and Stella Drechsler are twins in the Drechsler family. They come from Germany and now live in London, England.

Victor “Babies, you mean?” I just stood there, frozen, trying to make sense of what I’d heard. Stacey blinked beside me, her mouth slightly open. We both glanced at each other like we were silently confirming that we hadn’t misheard. “Wait,” I said, finally finding my voice, though it came out barely above a whisper. “Did you just say... babies?” The doctor nodded, calmly, too calmly for what he was delivering. “Yes. Twins.”

It'd be wonderful if they were a boy and a girl. Stella grabbed Keegan and shook him excitedly. "Keegan Kane, did you hear that? Twins! They're twins! I'm going to give birth to two babies, yet I only have to suffer through pregnancy once! How lucky is that?" Keegan snapped out of his daze and regained his senses after being shaken by Stella. He held Stella's hand tightly and asked, "Doctor, can her body handle a twin pregnancy? I just looked at the test result, and a few indicators are showing more fluctuations than before. Is there any risk with a twin pregnancy? If there is, can we consider selective reduction?"

“I had been nothing but nice to you. Why did you do this to my mate? She was carrying my pup!” Samantha snapped him an angry look. “Why would you need a pup of your own? Couldn’t you focus on doting on mine? “You’d only favor your own pup. Wasn’t it best that the pup wasn’t born?” She pointed at the twin brothers and yelled, “You didn’t like them anyway. You should’ve broken your mate bonds and made me Luna instead. “Now that they are gone, doesn’t everything work out perfectly?” Blake murmured under his breath, his eyes vacant, “A monster. She’s a monster.”

she completed the story "So Mr Brown is not my father neither are you my mother?" Ruth asked with tears streaming down her face "I am sorry. I could not handle parting from you. I discovered later I was having twins. I could have given one child out but I was scared of getting arrested for breach of contract and my husband didn't know," she explained crying "Wow!" Ruth sat holding her head in her hand ignoring her mother as she pleaded for her forgiveness

“It’s not just one baby. She’s carrying twins.” “Twins? What is twins?” I asked confused. I don’t think we have twins on Mazifik? “Twins are two babies. She’s carrying two infants so she will have to be induced in the next seven to nine weeks. She won’t be able to go to term and the pain she felt was the babies moving around but they were kicking at the same time, so it physically hurt her.” Bart explained softly. That sounds terrible. I hated when Alex kicked my ribs so I can only imagine.

I asked her. “Is something wrong?” Rylee asked looking worried. “There’s nothing physically wrong,” Stella said. “Yet you can’t look at me,” I said to her. “Lucas I think I should talk to Rylee first,” she said. “No, it’s okay, anything you say you can say in front of him,” Rylee said and I looked at Stella intently. “You’re now nine weeks pregnant Rylee… with twins,” she said. “Twins?” Rylee asked smiling again.

Àsàké; No you must not because the children in you will fulfill the prophecy. Oluwafunke: Children? You mean I'm with twin? Àsàké: Yes! They're twin, a boy and a girl. They will grow to love themselves in any situation they find themselves. Funke placed her hands on her tommy and smiled. Her mother also placed her hands on her daughter's tommy and smiled. Àsàké: Out here, they'll learn the true meaning of suffering. They'll have the leadership trait, strength and wisdom to rule.

“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 replied. "They?" She asked, still drowned in confusion. I wasn't being clear or vivid enough. "Yes. They were twins. A boy and a girl," I replied. "Just like Jocelyn and Zion?" She asked. I nodded. I drank from the glass again, this time emptying it. I groaned as the alcohol burnt my throat. The heat expelled through my nose. Those twins behaved like Jocelyn and Zion, but they definitely weren't them. I really wanted to know who they were.