The Silent Twins Book Novels & Stories

I'm about to stride out the door, needing space to process this news, when she whispers, her voice trembling, "It's twins. That's why I'm so big. I have a picture if you want to see." I stop in my tracks, my anger momentarily forgotten. Twins? Could it be true? I turn back to her, my eyes searching her face for any sign of deception. She looks at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of hope and fear and reaches for her bag. She pulls out a black and white sonogram image, offering it to me. I take the picture with a steady hand, my eyes narrowing as I study it. It's then that I notice the date on the sonogram. My heart sinks as I realize the truth. She may be carrying twins, but the date confir

He just lay down on my lap while watching while Athena was also next to her father. I fell asleep. I didn't realize that Hades was no longer by my side. Only then did I realize that I was now on the sofa right next to Zelo. He was still watching the television while stroking my hair. I slowly adjusted my seat and looked around. The two children were gone so I immediately turned to Zelo. "Where's the twins?" I asked with confusion. "They already fell asleep," he said so I slowly nodded. He was just watching me while I was fixing myself. I also met his eyes now.

Three days apart—Ysabel Eldridge must have been dying to see him. Sure enough, Scott didn't even take the car—he ran straight to the building three blocks behind ours. I took a breath and noted the floor where the elevator stopped, a cold smile spreading across my face. 'No wonder I never noticed anything—turns out the two of them were right under my nose. Scott Camden, you really thought this through.' Pulling out my phone, I sent off a message and went home to start packing. The house was full of baby items—two of everything. Looking closely, I finally noticed something strange. Though they were meant to be identical, the quality wasn't the same at all. Even the twin strollers had differen

Mia The silence in the grand chamber pressed down on me like a physical weight. I sat on the edge of the couch, hands clasped tightly in my lap, while the twins stood across from me like sentinels, broad shoulders, sharp jaws and eyes that pinned me as if they could see through every thought I tried to hide. Brynn’s gaze was colder than ice, Frynn’s was a storm barely leashed. Together, they were terrifying, too powerful, too in sync, too… mine. That thought made my chest squeeze painfully, and I shoved it down before it could betray me on my face.

Like a shadow carved out of darkness itself. Burning. Watching. My heart pounded, threatening to crack under the overbearing pressure. Then, he stepped forward. Slow. Deliberate. Silent. The light from the window shifted, catching on the edge of his impossibly handsome face, and for the first time, I saw it… one of the twins. The darker, quiet, and silent one of the two twins. His eyes glowed Deep, Smooth like death itself. My body refused to move. Paralyzed by sheer fear.

Probably because I used to taunt her with them. At the table, the silence starts before anyone even sits down. The twins take their places, too busy whispering to each other to notice the tension coiling between Sierra and me. Brook’s seat is empty. I don’t have to ask where she is; I can still feel the storm she left behind. Sierra sits across from the twins, her posture perfect, her eyes fixed on the plate. The smell of roasted chicken and herbs fills the air, but no one touches their food at first.

I demanded, scooping each of them into my arms. Neither of them said anything, and they also didn’t cry. The twins just kept staring at the window, unable to look away from the full moon in the sky. Their bodies were warm against me, but they felt too still—unnaturally so, like they were listening to something I couldn’t hear. My heart beat harder, louder, as if trying to drown out whatever silent call had them so entranced. I turned my back on the window, shielding them with my arms, but even then, their heads tilted toward it, as though the moon had them on a string.

Maybe because it was after The twins birthday that their father died . --- Not edited I literally have no inspiration to write these days. I had no idea what to write in this chapter so please bare with it and mistakes... Love you guys.. Muah!❤

Meanwhile, in the forest, Tiffany, faced with the twins' silence, approached them, walking provocatively as she uttered her tempting words. “I miss feeling you both inside me. How about we reminisce about the old days?” she said, sliding her hands over the brothers' muscular, sweaty chests. However, to her surprise, the twins pushed her away, causing her to fall and sit on the ground. She looked indignantly at the brothers: “What was that?” she asked, waiting for an answer.

Venom dripped from my every word as my ice for eyes sliced through him, hoping it cut right where I wanted. His lips pursed, exactly the reaction I expected. We let silence consume us for a couple of moments. I regained myself and managed to calm my wolf. Kieran was shuddering violently in his anger, but the silence helped, even for just a little. “Do you know anything about twinsouls?” “I’m glad you asked.” I moved to his table. Pulling out a small book I might or might not have stolen from the library. I flipped to the page I memorized by heart and showed him the picture.