The Pollock Twins Novels & Stories

That night, she and Olivine drank hot gin and watched old movies until sunrise, laughing at the moments when no one in the world could possibly find sleep. * The twins from the bakery’s far past reappeared on a windy Thursday: two small figures, indistinguishable save for their shoes, trailing suitcases that clacked over the tile floor. Carolina recognized them from where she stood shaping a loaf, heart thumping so hard it felt foreign. The first twin looked up. “Mom?” Carolina wiped her hands on her apron. She hadn’t seen them in years—she’d left because she thought she’d poison them with her failure, her hunger, her taste for wildness. Now they stood here, ragged and unafraid.

Grabbing his bag with unhurried grace, Paul slung it over one shoulder and started toward the door. “Let’s go,” he said, voice smooth and cool as always. Pete scrambled after him, hands still half-buttoned, heart still racing, cheeks burning hotter with every step. Because honestly… Being late for class? That wasn’t what had him shaken anymore. ---- Most people knew them as the twins. Pete and Paul. The loud one, and the quiet one.

Eason reminded him from the front passenger seat. Cedrick closed his laptop slowly and looked out of the window. He could immediately see the twins having fun in the field. They were wearing a pair of blue uniforms and cute little shoes. In the sun, they looked exactly identical. They had the same looks, the same height, and even their voices were almost the same. The only thing to tell them apart was their facial expression. Miles was laughing wholeheartedly and looked very carefree, while Ollie was more reserved and more elegant.

Wally said before he left the apartment, smiling at some memory that flitted through his thoughts. “Thank you.” Helena was so preoccupied with what she read, she didn’t notice Wally leaving the apartment. Twins of Midnight. This rare occurrence happens when a set of twin werewolves is born at the cusp of a full moon. One before midnight and one after midnight. We can often recognize them for their opposite natures or colourings. Polar-opposites in skills and talents. Polar-opposites in colouring in wolf form. The more striking occurrence is that in human form their appearance is not identical, though they are identical genetically.

For even if it was in his own home, as leaders they had to set an example, and they had to know that death was approaching, for Mia's eyes were shining turquoise. Upstairs, muffled by the sound coming from inside the twins' room, a moan that was a mixture of pain and pleasure echoed. Inside the room, Paulo pulled Tiffany's hair hard as he penetrated her from behind, while Pedro fucked her mouth hard, going deeper and deeper. The twins were extremely hot, comparable to Greek gods. Even among wolves, who usually had perfect genetics, they were above average. Both had brown hair with golden highlights, golden brown eyes, faces that looked like they had been sculpted by an artist, and bodies tha

At that moment, many people surrounded the place. Ted gave them a brief introduction. The pair of the sisters were twenty-three-year-old young twins this year who looked lovely. They were quite popular in the wet market and were known as the ‘Pretty fishmonger duo’. When the incident happened, they had just set up their marine products. “Quit watching! Quit watching!” “The officials are here to clear the scene! Now, get out of the way and do whatever you people are supposed to do. Otherwise, don’t blame us if you get into trouble!”

I replied with a small chuckle, making them laugh as we entered the kitchen. Jake, Taylor and I were eating toast and drinking coffee in the kitchen as we talked when the twins entered the kitchen with scowls on their faces that turned to glares once they saw me. "So I'm assuming that you guys never got your cookies back?" I teased them with a smirk. "Your mate took advantage of her camouflaging ability to buy her some time to luck every, single one of them." One of the twins said with annoyance. I raised my eyebrows at that before looking at an amused looking Jake and Taylor before we soon broke out into a series of laughter.

When they finally found their release both girls were on the floor covered in blood and semen, ‘Sbarazzati di questo pasticcio’ [Get rid of this mess] They instructed their Capos heartlessly sending the other two back into the room knowing they would face the same fate as their friends. Two days after arriving in Palermo the Twins held a meeting with the local Chief of Police to explain that they were looking for their niece who had been kidnapped by the Mafia. The Chief had already been briefed by Romero’s men and he responded accordingly, he told the Twins he was horrified by the Mafia and would do everything in his power to help them find her. In reality, he kept sending them on wild goos

Her brain momentarily turned foggy and she blinked at him. “Uhm…” she couldn’t remember what Jacob had just asked until she heard Jackson’s voice behind her. “He said, are they twins like us?” This was the word Jackson heard as he entered the room. His eyes had gone straight to the painting, but he wasn’t much of a lover of art unlike his brother, so he was also waiting for her reply. Anna shook her head, her eyes darting between the twins. Not deluding herself, she was aware that the twins might have run a few background checks on her, so she decided to tell them the truth.

It’s like he’s carved out of shadow and ice, and everyone else is just… background noise. Well not everyone me! Since we were the only ones in the library by this time… What the fuck is he even doing here? Nepo babies don’t need to study?? Or do they? I mean they were the Volkov twins, anyone who hasn’t heard about them probably lives like a hermit because everyone knows them. They are the infamous popular twins, the ones they whisper about in every rumor mill, every fraternity story, every late-night chat about the untouchables… And now? One of them is standing ten feets away, studying me like I was a problem he intended to solve.