The Pollock Twins Novels & Stories

“With twins.” “Ah, shit,” Wolf said, slapping his forehead. “I forgot that part." “I can see why,” Nala said numbly. “I mean – there was a lot going on, right?” “Yeah.” Wolf sighed. “The twins’ father is our own MC brothers – twins themselves – and they asked to be released from the club to move to Pennsylvania and live with Briley and the babies.” “I – wait.” Nala blinked, trying to catch up. “So… so Briley was sleeping with… with twin brothers? And got pregnant? And they’re all OK with living together and raising the kids?”

He meows and follows me outside and shadows his way into my Jeep before I get there. “Showoff,” I tell him, trying not to smile. He sits in the passenger seat, putting his paws up on the door to look out the window as we drive. The Delvaux twins live in the next town over, with a beach view of Lake Michigan. They come from a long line of money, and an even longer line of magic. We met at the Academy, and while we butted heads at first, we became friends.

But it only seems to add to Killian's fury. "So that was the important issue that made you miss the meeting yesterday?!" Important issue? I slid a look at Prince Cillian. He thought I was important enough to miss a meeting for? I didn't know how to feel about that. I didn't know how to feel. Period. But I took a small imperceptible step to move closer to him. His brother seemed so volatile that I was still in shock that they were twins. How could two people look so alike but have such differing personalities?

"You trusted the convenience of her compliance. You allowed your judgment to be blinded because she offered you an easy, performative refuge that didn't demand any baseline energy or verification. You accepted a manufactured persona because it was less exhausting than standing by a wife who was trying to show you the structural holes in your own fortress." Michael stared down at her signature on the paper, his breath forming small, pale ribbons of vapor that vanished into the dim air of the terrace. The toxic rivalry between the twins was officially over, the gate was locked, and the identity thief had been cast out into the lower street levels of the city, stripped of her stolen identity fo

"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.

Their unique demeanour set them apart from regular visitors. "Hello, George," Maggie greeted warmly. George, flashed a warm smile in response. "Have a seat," George said, gesturing towards a plush cushioned chair positioned across from him. Maggie directed Luke and Leah to settle on the empty space beside her, their legs barely reaching the edge of the seat. Jamie, George's son, stood dutifully behind his father, observing the unfolding scene with keen interest. Maggie lowered herself onto the cushion, her twins nestled on either side of her. She took a moment to assess the mysterious duo standing before her. They exuded an air of quiet confidence, their expressions guarded yet welcoming.

That pet name had been laughed at between the girls. “Take me home now, Chuck!” she said, her voice ominous. He knew something had happened. He just didn’t know what. That was understandable, because he had no clue that the twins, when they were still fifteen, had made a pact. That was when they had discovered the joy of rubbing between their legs. They had talked about it, and tried it the first time together. They had been very pleased with the results, and had often done it together since then.

"You're only just realizing?" "He literally kidnapped the twins when we went out yesterday and tried to frame me for it, like that makes any sense. I think he just wants whatever he thinks me and Asher have not to work out." She continued. When Lola didn't say anything, Anne looked up to see her and Jake staring at her with their mouths open. "You know that's pretty serious, right?" Jake finally said, dropping the single dish he'd been washing for over ten minutes. "You should press charges if you know it was him."

After my family deleted the only graduation photo I was in, I accepted a job three thousand miles away—and decided never to come home. That day, my parents, my brother, and my boyfriend took 380 photos. My twin sister, Emma, was in every one. She stood between our parents while they gazed at her proudly. I waited nearby in my cap and gown, but no one called me over. When Emma admitted she still hadn’t found a job, my boyfriend, Ethan, immediately turned to comfort her. “Apply to my company, so I can look out for you.” “Send me your résumé,” Dad said. “I’ll make a few calls and find you something. ” My brother, Ryan, handed Emma the only bottle of cold water he had brought. “My company’s hir

I ask through clenched teeth. They exchange glances, moving with a similar precision that leaves a bad taste in my mouth. “My name is Antonio Gunam.” The first twin says. “And my name is Anton Gunam.” Says the second twin. “We’re the Gunam twins.” They chorus. For a second, I freeze, not sure I’ve heard right. My eyes dart between both men as I struggle with the reality of my situation. Last I checked, there’s only one set of twins who bear that name. And they control the underworld loan shack operations in this city.