The Silent Twins Story Novels & Stories

Everyone looks at us confused and Silas says, “We’re pregnant. With twins.” His family flipped out and all I could think is how loud this place will be in just a few months. There will be Griffin, Leo, Kai and Genevieve’s baby, and our two babies. But as I look around this room, I know that there’s nothing else I want more in this life.

"Sure you don't want to reschedule?" "And risk Susan's wrath? She's already threatened to revoke my godfather status if we postpone again." He settled into the nursing chair, a twin in each arm. "Besides, your father's right. It's time to tell our story." The 'story' had grown beyond their control in the past two weeks. Speculation about the Vanderbilt twins filled business blogs and society columns. Yesterday, someone had tried to scale the building's security fence with a telephoto lens. "Speaking of stories..." Sophia picked up the latest delivery from Sandra – a leather-bound baby book, its pages already filled with press clippings about the twins' dramatic birth. The note inside had bee

She was still bragging in the chat, saying, "She's my son's free nanny. I'll let her raise him after giving birth—pretending they're twins. This way, I can focus on my career. A woman's place isn't at home; a career is what truly matters! I've invested too much in conceiving alone. Only useless women become full-time moms!" Many in the chat agreed with her, though a few questioned her claims, and she snapped right back at them. I alone sat frozen, staring at her background photo with unease prickling through me. The picture was taken in my neighborhood, and the ring on that hand around her waist was identical to my husband Scott Camden's. What terrified me more was the memory of my doctor te

Concerned, she decided to check the bar area, and there she discovered the twins peacefully asleep, their heads resting on the table, fingers intertwined. Vera shook her head, observing them. No matter how intense their fights or differences, they always ended up together. They shared the same face and body but were as different as day and night, a true mirror image of each other. As she looked at them sleeping, Vera couldn't distinguish which one was Ixora, her best friend. She approached the bar's owner, Don Dillon, and borrowed one of his vehicles to drive the twins home. Vera managed to get them inside the house, but they were too out of it to make it to their respective rooms. So, she l

The forest falls silent, the only sound the ragged breathing of the twins. But the darkness is still here. And it’s not alone.

Title: The Twin Sisters Two twin sisters, Aurélie and Béatrice, physically identical but with very different personalities, are at the heart of this story. Aurélie, recently married to Lorenzo, presents herself to him as an experienced woman, but actually hides her virginity and a deep anxiety about physical intimacy.

They knew I wasn’t done, because a woman like me did not use three bombs when she still had one grenade left in her bag. “And then… Zach…” I swallowed again. “He’s met them,” I said. Sienna’s thumb stopped moving. Arianna slowly turned toward me again. “The twins,” I added, as if they needed help. “Max and Issa.” The amber lamp on the table made their faces look like a painting of two beautiful women who had just witnessed a murder but were too rich to scream. “First from a distance at the party,” I said. “Then closer. A lot closer.”

I was pregnant. A wave of intense nausea hit me, and it wasn't just morning sickness. It was sheer terror. I was completely broke, out of a job, and carrying the child of a man who viewed me as nothing more than a temporary distraction. Later that afternoon, an emergency ultrasound at a free clinic dropped a second bomb on my lap. The doctor smiled, pointing at the grainy monitor. There wasn't just one heartbeat. There were two. Twins. I was having twins. For a split second, a desperate, foolish part of me thought about Caleb. Maybe if he knew about the babies, things would change. Maybe his corporate responsibility wouldn't matter anymore. I grabbed my phone, my fingers hovering over his bl

No one except me cared whether he lived or died. A dense, suffocating pain wrapped around my chest and spread through my entire body. Eric had told me his story in our last life. He and Silas were twin brothers. But to some people, twins were not a blessing. They believed twins represented Yin and Yang. If one prospered, the other would wither. When Silas was born, everyone praised him. But when the fortune teller looked at Eric, he told Mary that this son would steal the other’s glory and become the ruin of the Monroe family.

“What? Okay, so if she is into girls, how the hell did she end up being the one the twins cheated on you with?” I shake my head. “Yeah, my reaction as well. Anyways, they married her. By this point, they had already started Rossi Inc. and it was wildly successful. They had taken over their father's business in Italy when they were teens. She had a girlfriend, they saw people outside of the marriage. And nothing ever happened between them. Nothing at all. At least, according to the twins, nothing ever happened between them. Now, I'm not so sure.” A few more tears escape my eyes, and I feel actually nauseous at the images that statement produces.