The Silent Twins Book Novels & Stories

together. Silas said that shit because he knows me. Knows exactly the type of woman that can catch my eye. And now she's on my radar. Silas and I, we're twins. Identical. We share just about everything in life: blood, pain, war, wins. We came into this world together, fists clenched and screaming. We're two halves of the same blade, sharpened on the same edge. So why can't we share the same girl?

--- A Quiet Resolve That evening, back at the penthouse, Sophia and Lucas sat together in the living room, the twins playing with blocks on the floor. “We did it,” Sophia said softly, watching the twins giggle. Lucas smiled, his hand brushing hers. “We did. And we’ll keep doing it, no matter what comes next.”

Another silence fell to the twins. "Uhm... hello?" another voice rang out, breaking down the silence. The twins got alerted and unsheathed their daggers. They hold their breaths and position their self to prepare to fight. The twins looked around, but no one can be found. "Have we heard wrong?" Vic said, while his eyes dance, scanning every corner of the forest. "I don't think so..." Zia replied. "Hey, I don't want a fight," the voice said. "If you don't want a fight, then where are you?" Zia asked while raising their dagger.

I stared at the ceiling, trying to process what I had just read. Twins. I had twins. Two children I had never met, never held, never even known existed. Seeing my stare, Sanders read the letter his gaze snapping to mine. "You have pups?" Yeah. It seemed so. I had pups out there who didn't know who I was and were exposed to my enemies. Vulnerable. Sick. Needing my blood to survive. I had pups out there who didn't know who I was and I had no idea how to reach them.

In a whirlwind of deceit and desire, Jasmine's life is turned upside down when her father remarries, setting off a chain of events that includes betrayal by her step-sister Layla and her own boyfriend, Paul. For her mother's treatment, Jasmine becomes a surrogate mother, leading to the birth of twins. Just as she begins to rebuild, billionaire Damon sets his sights on her, igniting a passion neither can deny. Their steamy encounters reveal hidden desires and challenge Jasmine's resolve. Damon's lips brushed against hers, sending shivers down her spine. "Trust me, Jasmine. Let me show you a world of passion and pleasure you've only dreamed of." "Stop it," Jasmine said. Suddenly two s

Chris didn’t look like he’d make it through this explanation. “I’m getting to it. What do you guys know about Twins of Midnight? Or Midnight Twins?” The two men looked at each other with their confusion growing. “They have referred us to by that term. But personally, I know nothing about it having any special meaning.” “Same here.” “Great. Well, everyone did you a great disservice. My Aunt Mae. You met her at the council meeting. Anyway, she sent a book to my father when he consulted the council about who should he look to, to replace him. That book I have here. It’s got an explanation of how Twins of Midnight come to exist. It’s also got several stories about what happens if they don’t live

CHAPTER ONE “I need you to pretend to be me.” The words hit me harder than the rain splattering against my kitchen window. I gaped at the woman before me. A woman I hadn't seen in eleven years. My exact replica. My twin sister. Except Arla Morrison looked nothing like the girl who had disappeared before sunrise, the morning of our eighteenth birthday with stolen cash and broken promises. She looked expensive now. Untouchable. Dressed in a cream cashmere that could pay my rent for five years, diamonds whose price certainly cost a kidney glittered against perfectly manicured finger, while my lights flickered like they were seconds away from dying.

Her hair was tied back carelessly, glasses resting low on her nose, phone in one hand, coffee in the other. “Hi,” I said carefully. She stepped aside slightly without answering immediately. The kind of silence that lets you know you are being tolerated. Not welcomed. I entered quietly. The twins were sitting on the living room floor surrounded by what looked like puzzle pieces, ribbons, little cards, and colorful boxes spread everywhere like someone had exploded a toy store in the middle of the house. Neither of them noticed me initially. Or maybe they did and were pretending not to. Honestly, I could not even tell anymore.

But my feet wouldn’t move. Selene was right about one thing—I was weak. And if I kept being weak, the twins would pay for it. I pressed my forehead to the cold stone floor and whispered to the silence, “I don’t know what to do.” But the silence didn’t answer. It never did. Later, when I pushed open the door to the twins’ room. I found them curled up together confirming my suspicions about Talia sleep walking. But her words had hit too close to home. I stared at them, breathing softly, completely unaware of what was to come. My chest tightened at the sight. They looked so peaceful. Too innocent.

His voice faded into background noise. Twins. I had been carrying twins. I lost one, yes, but another still lived inside me. Another baby was fighting to grow in my womb. My hand moved instinctively to my stomach, palm pressing against it as my blurred eyes stared down at it.. I couldn’t believe it. I had lost one, but been given another. Like the universe was granting me a second chance. I had been blind, careless even, but now I knew better. Now I would do better. I would grow this baby, protect it, and cherish it knowingly.