Tate Twins Novels & Stories

she began, her voice even but tinged with exasperation, “we need to talk about your twins. Again.” He gave a faint, rueful smile. “I figured.” Principal Carter opened the file and pulled out a handful of reports, flipping through them with practiced efficiency. “Zane and Alana,” she said, pinning him with a look, “are... inventive. That’s the polite term. Every day, they find new ways to disrupt the class. Yesterday, for example...” She trailed off and took a deep breath, as though steadying herself for what she was about to say.

“That's funny. You fell for the wrong man. Tristan is nothing but a playboy and the bad egg in our family if you must know. You are not the only woman he has been with for over two years.” “What?” She shook her head. “How is that even possible?” “It is very possible,” I said and gestured to a man who passed by with a tray of many shots in it and he was at the table the next moment. “Did you ever ask him to bring you home?” She nodded, taking the shot from me. “On several occasions, I tried to make him bring me to his home but he didn't. How was I supposed to know he was a twin if I didn't meet with you?”

"What did you do to her?" ​"I made her perfect!" Eleanor shrieked. "And it worked. When we found her again, we didn't just want her back—we wanted to see if she could pass it on. The twins weren't an accident. They were the validation of twenty years of work." ​I looked at my hands. They were shaking, but as the shock wore off, a strange, cold clarity began to take over. I felt a hum beneath my skin, a synchronization with the room’s electronics that I had always mistaken for anxiety or intuition.

Marissa, Melissa's sister commented, stepping down from her car, accompanied by her mate. It still baffles me how Melissa ended up being mated to two but her sister only has one mate. Born as twins, we always knew that we would share one mate. You don't want to know how shocked I was to hear that Melissa had a twin. At that moment, my thoughts raced to having her being our mate too and that's something I didn't want. " She is Melissa's sister? Does that mean she is also our mate?" Mason had asked, with a frown on his face that day. He too didn't like having another mate. To us, Melissa was enough. She was everything we ever wanted.

Now, seeing the fruits of all those years of effort, I couldn't be prouder. "Mom, we owe it all to you for raising us so tirelessly all these years…" "Yeah, Mom. Without your patient guidance, we'd never have made it this far…" The twins had always been filial and considerate. They knew how much I had sacrificed for them, and often promised that once they graduated and found good jobs, they would ensure I lived out my old age in comfort. Their words filled me with warmth. And then I remembered—two days from now would be their birthday.

We had suffered so much, yet our husbands didn't believe us and didn't even care about us! Back when my twin sister and I married the Smith twins, our story made the front page of the Avalon Times. Everyone said it was fate—the perfect match. Twin sisters marrying twin brothers sounded like something straight out of a fairy tale. People sent us their blessings, calling it the most romantic story of the year. But now? That fairytale had turned into something else entirely. Our marriages were far from perfect. They weren't even happy. They were devastating. "Lily, look at Annie's post," I choked, handing the phone to her.

I fell on the chair. He’s right. Nothing changes the fact that he is my brother and my twin. I always thought back in the past that because we are twins, we will live together forever, doing everything together, having each other's backs because that is how twins are to function. But I find myself drifting further away from Eric. It’s even more like we are strangers. God made me the stronger one and him kind of the weaker one. I’m to be his strength and him my weakness. But I don’t have a weakness because everything is my weakness.

Conversely, Matilda only chuckled softly before smiling a little, satisfied to have won this little round. The car slowed as Harry took the final turn towards the twins' prep school. Colonial-style buildings with spacious playgrounds came into view, and the sounds of children's chatter and laughter could already be heard even though we were still in the distance. I patted Matilda's shoulder gently. “It's done. You look beautiful.” “Thanks, Ma,” she replied as she checked her braids on the small screen of her tablet. Her gaze soon shifted to Theo, and she grinned. “Look, Theo, I'm even prettier than your voice.”

It suddenly hit Mateo that he hadn't even asked her name. "No names. How hard could it be to find a rarity such as twins? Don't make yourself seem incompetent." Mateo cocked his head to the side slightly, folding his arms as a taunt. The tattoos traveled upward from his wrist, reaching an end one would presume would be at his neck. "Yes sir." ... "Well, you were right. They were admitted just this afternoon actually."

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'.