Stokes Twins Novels & Stories

He looked up from the twins and found my father sitting on the bar stool at our kitchen island. “Yes, when Juliet was born she had a fraternal twin named Jemma, she died in vitro, and Juliet absorbed everything from her in order to survive, I couldn’t operate. It was too risky for both of them and Katherine.” He slumped down taking a drink of the rum and coke he had every evening.

He killed his twin brother. "Mrs Stark?" I hear. My eyes on the doctor encourage him to keep going. Though I am the centre of attention, it feels like I'm watching everything through a glass window, afraid to confront my reality. "... Sometimes one of the twins hide behind the sibling..." The next few seconds are a blur, I give vague answers to questions I barely hear. I feel him rubbing the gel onto my skin, followed by the hand-held device which the doctor runs over my bump. A black and white picture appears on the screen, I stare at it, barely processing the twin images or the doctor's explanation. We are having twins. Babies.

“Since you don’t know, it might help you both understand each other better and why things work and don’t work for you. It starts with being twins born on either side of the stroke of midnight. This has a telltale sign of your wolves and your features as humans. One dark, one light. One represents the night sky and stars, while the other represents the moon. Got that? Here’s the issue. You aren’t fraternal twins. There’s a term dissimilar identical twin. You’re identical, but not. Now this is where things get complicated. You are two halves of one person. One develops only part of the life skills they need and the other learns the rest of the life skills. You are effectively only a fully func

The Introduction of the Twins The grand introduction of twins Maika and Malko into the Elites' world was an event that captivated audiences across cities and borders. As children born into the prestigious Vellaria Royal Vampire family, expectations for their future were sky-high. The ceremony was held at an opulent venue in the heart of A Country’s capital, shimmering with ancient charm and futuristic elegance. It drew an impressive crowd—nobles, entrepreneurs, dignitaries, and powerbrokers from various elite circles.

Thump-thump. A second flicker. Next to the first. Same size. Same strength. “Twins,” Dr. Hewitt said. Looked up. Smiled wider. “Mrs. Knight, you’re having twins. Identical, from the look of it. Two heartbeats.” _Beep_. Not the machine. My watch. Then Adrian’s. Then mine again. 167 BPM. Then 180. I looked at Adrian. He was crying. Not a tear. Not a wet eye. Silent, full-body, shoulder-shaking crying. The way he didn’t cry when Marcus died. The way he didn’t cry when Alex coded in the NICU.

“I divorced her before she told me. So how would I have known about twins?” “Exactly my point,” Mother said crisply. “None of us knew. This is all news to me, Harrison.” “Then how did we end up with Lucas?” Mother set down her teacup and folded her hands in her lap. “I’ve told you this story. Estelle—” “Estelle didn’t abandon Lucas,” I interrupted flatly. “Lucas and Chloe are twins. They were born five minutes apart at St. Catherine’s to Estelle. So the story about her abandoning only one baby makes no sense. Try again.”

she bent down so Sykes stroked her back, "Sykes had fraternal twin sister" he looked at me. "And you resemble alot to him" I bit my lip. "When sykes got into accident tanya was with my daughter Sky and the day Sykes died tanya was out of reach too, my wife was been admitted to hospital because of what happened and we never had a contact with tanya anymore, Sky is just 3 years old at that time so i did everything because we lose Sykes already and i don't want to lose his twin sister too but i did, we lost both of them, they're our miracle baby cause they're only born in there surrogate mother and that's Tanya my sister, my wife is weak and only a vitro fertilization is our chance so we both d

Steph arrives midmorning with a stroller that looks like it could survive a war zone and an expression that’s equal parts exhausted and glowing. “Please tell me you have coffee,” she says, collapsing onto the couch. “I have coffee,” I reply. “And sympathy.” She groans. “The twins are feral.” As if summoned by the word, two small, impossibly similar faces peer out from the stroller, one boy, one girl, both only a few months younger than Jade. Sawyer’s eyes stare back at me from their faces in stereo, and I laugh. “They’re perfect,” I say. Steph smiles, soft and proud. “They are. Terrifying. But perfect.”

I notice the twins are shifting uncomfortably on their feet and then I realize I’m not the only one staring. “Are you assholes gonna speak or should we just go?” My mate snaps at us causing all of us to snap back into reality. Zion steps forward first “my deepest apologies we didn’t realize your siblings were twins , we’ve never heard of witches giving birth to twins” “Of course you haven’t because we’ve been in hiding our whole life dumbass” she responds causing Saint to bust out laughing my mate turns and glares at him.

That was how they gained the interest of the wolves and soon, they learnt the animal language and their ways. A month passed, the twins were now eleven years old. They've learnt many things about the wolves, how they hunt, communicate with themselves and many other things but they still were not satisfied with that because Taiwo wanted to become the alpha and Keyinde the beta after which they plan to become the king and queen of the jungle. Both of them sat together on a tree branch not far from the wolves' den one evening, watching the alpha as controlled his subjects. Keyinde: I know what you're thinking the way you watch the alpha. You want to become the alpha.