Tangled Double Trouble Novels & Stories

I just needed to make sure our paths never, ever crossed again. Breathing in and out to steady my nerves, I stepped back out into the noise. “Hey there, beauty,” a slurred voice muttered as a heavy, reeking hand grabbed my wrist. I jerked my arm out of his grasp and hurried past, my heart pounding. When I reached the main room again, I saw that same brunette girl sitting directly in the lap of the dangerous stranger, both of them locked in a heavy make-out session. Good. At least he was occupied so I could make my exit. Though, I had to admit, his lips looked entirely too good for a girl like her.

She frowned and blinked shaking her head she looked from one to the other, ‘What the fuck?’ Castiel grinned back at her, ‘It’s okay pretty little thing, you are not seeing double, there really are two of us. We are twins, and yes we are identical, we are a pair, two parts that together make a whole.’ He sank on the bed beside her kissing her shoulder, Tegan stiffened and moved away from him, ‘Don’t touch me.’

What could possibly drive him to conceal his true identity from those around him? The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place, painting a picture of a man leading a double life, caught between the expectations of his family and the desire for autonomy. Adam's confusion turned to a sense of unease as he realized the complexity of the situation. What other secrets was Jerry hiding, and what could they mean for Ayana and their budding relationship?

she smiled. Camden's jaw just about hit the floor. "But..." she began before words failed her. Clayton took over, "We asked them to check last time, but the sonographer said she could only see the one." Dr Fraser chuckled, "If I told ye how many times we've found a twin in the second, sometimes even the third trimester, ye'd be shocked."

Lovette POV “I have a problem. I think I accidentally swapped phones with a stranger,” I groaned. Tasha looked at me in shock. “Oh no! How did that happen?” “I think I grabbed the wrong phone when I left the advanced wildlife section,” I said Tasha sat next to me, looking just as shocked as I felt. “I can’t believe this is happening,” Tasha said, shaking her head. “I never would have thought you’d actually swap phones with a total stranger.”

Cara looked back at her right leg sadly. "Yes, Cara. This is just a dream. When you wake up the leg will be gone. This is just your brain trying to come to terms with losing your leg." Cara thought about that for a moment. "So you aren't my sister, Tara... right? You are me... talking to me?" Her double smiled back at her, "That's right. Tara is on the otherside where you left her."

My thoughts were a tangled mess, a whirlpool of regret, anger, and an unbearable longing for something I knew I could never have again. Gabe. His name echoed in my mind, sharp and painful, like a blade twisting in a wound that wouldn't heal. Even now, after everything, my heart still called out for him, desperate and relentless. It was pathetic, really, to still want him after everything he did to us. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop the ache, the need for him to be by my side.

And the bride was a no-show. Margaret had vanished, leaving behind the gown, the vows, and the carefully crafted facade. In another life, I might have admired her courage. A hand touched my elbow, and I turned to find Christopher, Margaret's twin, standing beside me, resplendent in his tuxedo. His eyes met mine, a spark of defiance in their depths. "You look like a man at his own execution," he murmured. "Executions are merciful," I replied, my voice barely audible over the officiant's voice.

The guests erupted in applause, the sound mingling with the crash of waves and the cry of seabirds overhead. The sun dipped fully below the horizon, the sky now a canvas of stars. Andres and Ainara stood together, their silhouettes framed by the glow of lanterns, their hands entwined, their hearts bound. ** A few weeks later... The room was filled with the soft hum of machines and the rhythmic beeping of monitors. Ainara lay on the examination bed, her hand gripping Andres’ tightly as the doctor moved the ultrasound wand across her belly. The screen flickered with grainy images, and then—two distinct shapes appeared. The doctor smiled. “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Bernardino. You’re having

And so— The game was afoot. The Slow Unraveling – Tressa's Double Life and Fraser's Recovery Tressa was a lie master. She had been practicing lying for years. But this time? This time, there was something different. Because for the first time in history, she wasn't lying. She was torn between two worlds. One, where she was quietly working against the triplets to kill Axel. And another, where she was trying to save Fraser. Blurs were receding. And what?