The Pollock Twins Novels & Stories

“What if they publish it?” Both men looked at me. “The story.” I swallowed. “The paternity.” Dominic immediately understood. His expression softened. “We’ll survive.” “What about the twins?” His answer came without hesitation. “They’ll survive too.” The certainty in his voice helped. Eventually Marcus left. Mrs. Kowalski went home. The penthouse grew quiet. Near midnight, Dominic and I stood together in the nursery. The twins slept peacefully. Completely unaware that adults were trying to turn their existence into a legal argument.

ORION'S POV “Come with me to the courtroom. There, we're going to discuss what we're going to do to prevent the poisoning and how we're going to apprehend him. We need to hear more from Emilia, I know she still has more information.” She followed me, tagging along. I found myself wondering if she was still going to go back to school, or if she was going to wait until she could see her friend. I knew the love that they shared was a beautiful one,and it made me sad that my twin brother was something else, a monster.

They are identical in almost every way, just like the twins. "There's two of them." Antonio points out. "Bethany said they were the only ones left, and she didn't know what she was going to do because they were very attached to each other." I hold the sleeping puppies to my chest. "I thought that you guys would appreciate them since they are identical, like you guys. Like maybe this could be something good for all of us." Nick rounds the couch and stands in front of me. "You got two puppies even though we didn't want even one because they are like twins?"

Even their magic couldn't help them. It was a great sorrow for them that the twins and Jamal whom they had considered their source of hope, are yet to get the answer they seek. No one knew if they got to Alaska or if they had seen the great witch. No one knew when they will be back. They lamented. When would they be back to save them from Rose and Malcolm, their greatest rival? They had thought. They knew in their heart that they might not all be alive to witness the twins return. Their hope had been shattered just when they were building it up. They wept in great agony, finding their way to their leader. She should be able to help, they had thought. She remains their only hope. Ella walked

“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.

Tell and Dalton high-fived, and Tell said, “We’ve got ya covered.” “With who?” Brandt demanded. “The Sweeney twins. Kristol and Marisol. And here’s the kicker.” Dalton leaned in. “They wanna play musical brothers. Hell, when we go out, we ain’t ever sure which one we’ll end up with that night.” They high-fived again.

Merrigold suddenly wished they'd go back to singing gospel melodies. "I see twins." "Excuse me?" Merrigold asked, a puzzled look on her face. "I see a set of twins, two little boys." Merrigold laughed. "Ohhh..." "Yes." The lady said seeming as serious as could be. Merrigold had been waiting for the old white lady to quit playing.

“What if you guys had run into a bad person or something.” “Like a serial killer?” Nola raised a brow at Miss Polly who gulped, shocked that she even knew what a serial killer was. “Yes, exactly like a serial killer.” Polly raved. “Cool,” Nate smirked. “No, not cool. You could have been hurt.” “But we weren't. Let's just go,” Nate rolled his eyes. Polly sighed, she was just not in the mood to argue with Nathan. Miss Polly was tired, and she just didn't trust the twins to not run off again, so she decided to order an Uber instead of walking home. She was busy with the app when Nola heard a deep chuckle coming from the side of the house.

Before Laura could reply, Agnes walked in with the twins, and Teressa was behind her. "I have succeeded in sorting out all our problems with these two; the party can start now," Agnes announced. When Agnes saw Laura and Jason, she raised a brow at them, her lips twitching as she thought to herself, Maybe your twins were not so wrong after all, Laura. "Uhm, yeah, of course," Laura said, smiling as she stepped around Jason. "Lisa? Liam? What do you have to say?" Agnes asked them. The twins walked over to Jason and looked up at him with sorry eyes as they both said, "We are sorry, uncle Jason."

Year 1955, Little Esperia, Megalo Milos… A body lay on a set of wooden planks at the center of the warehouse. A black cloth covered it. Someone lifted one corner. The face beneath mirrored my husband's. He was Marco Rossini, Giovanni Rossini's twin brother. The man standing beside the planks dabbed at the corner of his eye with a handkerchief, as if grief had stolen his voice. He was one of the Angelis family's Capos. He was my husband, Giovanni Rossini.