The Pollock Twins Novels & Stories

Olleta , the girl and first-born twin who was a replica of her mother, and Zigfrid, the male and second-born twin who probably took after his father. " They are asleep. Sleeping like angels they are." Dulce smiled. " Must have been a tiring trip for the little ones." " I guess so too. So, tell me, dear one. Becker said, stealing a glance at Dulce. " Tell you what?" " Are you ready?" Dulce smiled. Was she ready? She knew exactly what Becker was asking her. Her aim for returning had revenge in the back of the wheels. She was definitely going to take a piece of everyone who made her look like garbage back in the days.

Well, that would only work if her claims were true. My eyes darkened and I was hesitant as I figured out how much I wanted to reveal. I looked at Renae reassuring her that all was under control. But she looked unfazed. She had a haughty look about her that threw me off balance. She must have something up her sleeves, I thought and suddenly, her voice boomed through the hall. "My twins' dad is the Alpha!" Her voice reverberated, taking everyone by surprise. My mouth opened wide as I stared at her. I didn't expect her to speak up so boldly.

The twins were done with their food and they obediently followed their mother to the car, on their way to school, they kept talking about how they can't wait to write their exam that's happening today, Madison and Mason kept arguing about who's going to pass between them and Stella could only just listen with a smile. Suddenly a huge van appeared on their way and blocked them from moving and before Stella's driver would come out, like about six masked men holding a gun, rushed toward them.

Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore. …… Ever since I was little, my grandma always told me, "There’s no one better than a mother." But I always felt like she was lying to me. When I was eight, my mom took forever to come pick me up. When we finally got home, I saw her comforting Gwen Lincoln, my twin sister. We looked almost identical, except I had an extra mole beneath my left eye. "Mom, who is she?" "She’s Kate, your sister from the countryside." Their dissatisfied questioning and cold response left me with a sense of unease.

Clara said, excusing herself. “Go ahead, I'm listening,” I muttered, letting my curiosity get the best of me. Emily moved closer to me, snatching the envelope back from Adrian as she walked. “Here, open it.” With shaky hands, I ripped the envelope open. There was a Polaroid picture inside. It contained two babies in a cot, both alike in every sense. It wasn't difficult to tell that they were twins. I stared at the picture, my breath catching in my throat. The edges of the Polaroid felt rough between my fingers, grounding me in the moment even as my mind reeled.

It was my chance to confirm the truth of who the twins’ father was, the truth I carried with every heartbeat and yet felt so distant from. I picked up my bag, feeling the weight of Taylor’s ring on my finger, a bittersweet comfort in its shine. But then I remembered—Nick had taken my phone. I felt a pang of frustration at that realization. There was so much I wanted to hold onto, so much I needed to feel in control of. Downstairs, Natasha was waiting, and we walked in silence. Her gaze flickered toward me, and finally, she spoke. “Mirabella, you… you’re misunderstanding everything. What you saw wasn’t what it looked like.”

Dangerous. His silver eyes lingered on Elena this time. Then Ethan. Then finally Lia. And when he disappeared back into the darkness— He was smiling. Because now he knew something important. The twins weren’t just powerful. They were worth starting a war over.

"I get that a lot. It's just my actual name. Blame my parents." "Notice anything iconic?" Paris chimed in, pointing between himself and her. "Double P. Paris and Princess. And now..." He wrapped his other arm around my shoulders, squeezing me tight. "...we make you an honorary member of the circle." "P-M-P. It works. You're officially locked in, honey," Paris declared. A small, genuine smile broke across my face. For the first time all morning, the tight knot in my chest loosened a bit. "Thanks. I appreciate it."