The Silent Twins Book Novels & Stories

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.

Then Ethan had come along and, for one brief moment, made her feel like she wasn't invisible. That memory had kept her going longer than he would ever know. Sometimes, when life became unbearable, she had remembered that boy in the alley. She had remembered his kindness.Just because she was herself. Luna looked at the picture again then locked her phone and pressed it against her chest. She didn't hate Aurora. That was the worst part. She couldn't even hate her enough to make the pain easier. Aurora was her sister. Her twin. The person who had shared the same face, the same childhood, the same blood.

"They belong to the woman who raised them alone in a foreign country while you were sitting in your corner office. They belong to Nyx." "Aria—" "If you enforce that court order," Aria cut in, her voice dropping to an icy, lethal whisper, "I will hold a global press conference on the tarmac in front of every major news outlet in the country. I will show them the medical records from the night I fled. I will tell the entire world how Julian Vance drove his pregnant wife out into a storm five years ago and then used his corporate power to harass her four-year-old twins." Julian froze. His face went completely pale.

Only fragments reached her—slivered syllables that didn’t belong together, jagged and strange—until she looked back toward the chamber. The Silent Twin’s eyes were closed now. Not asleep. Not gone. Waiting.

“Madonna mia. Look at you. You’re huge.” Emilia swatted her arm, laughing. “It’s been a month! What did you expect?” “Twins or not, you look like you’ve swallowed a melon,” Isadora teased, but her voice was soft with awe. She rested a hand gently over Emilia’s stomach. “They’re really in there. Alive. I can’t believe it.” “They’re fighters,” Emilia whispered, her hand covering Isadora’s. “Just like us.” Their laughter dissolved into another tight hug, the kind only twins could share—the kind that stitched together every wound, every scar.

she questioned and Nick stared at her in silent "I just found out the most terrible news about myself. I just found out my twin sister has different parents," she said and Nick raised his eyebrow "Yes, Chantel has a different mother and father even though my mum gave birth to both of us. My mum took a surrogate deal and she met with my father and somehow I was born alongside Chantel," she narrated

"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.

“You're not acting like her, Briana. You can't even flash a small smile and your eyes tell it all that you are mourning.” She gave me her dark sharp eyes. “Remember, Briana. You stepped into your twin's life. Look around,” she said as we both waved our gazes at the people around us. “It might not be obvious, but they are all watching you and Theodore. You must be careful if you want to make this work.”

KIARA'S POV The pack house was unusually quiet. For once there were no warriors arguing outside, no emergencies demanding Kael's attention, and no strange visions stealing my peace. Just silence…..Beautiful silence. I stood near the large window in our room with one of the twins sleeping peacefully against my shoulder while his tiny hand gripped a strand of my hair. I smiled. Every day I looked at them and somehow loved them more. The door opened. Kael walked inside carrying the other twin.

However, Alice had forgotten that she was the mother of a set of twins that belonged to a man named Antonio Earliton, who she assumed broke her heart. "Why is papi always jealous, Mamita?" Andrew asked as Alice held them both up, her round, sky-blue eyes making him even cuter; their eye colors were exactly the same and they resembled one another. "Kid, what did you just say? This lowlife has no right to make me jealous."His reply struck a deep chord with Mira, asking why he would refer to her as a lowlife.