The Twin Thieves Novels & Stories

Kent was surprised. “Those names you mentioned exist,” the man looked around as if scared. “Yes they exist in Ludo’s story.” “No! Not in the story.” Kent looked at the man. “Those are real people.” “Are you drunk?” “I’m having orange juice,” the man showed Kent his glass. “The names you mentioned are nick names of the infamous crime lords of our City. Brawler and Brains are twins.” “You are kidding right?” “How i wish i was, man. Your girl, Ludo, is getting herself into some serious trouble,” the man said assured. “Did they do something to her?”

“Where?” “Fifth Avenue corridor. They’re moving dope through shell businesses—clean fronts. Art galleries. High-end clubs.” Art. I felt Aria’s gaze sharpen. Marco spread the photos out. Two men, identical. Cold eyes. Same scar near the jaw. “The Sage twins,” he said. “They’ve taken over Fifth with their product. No permission. No warning.” I studied the photos. “Who backed them?” I asked. “Unknown,” Marco admitted. “But they’re organized. Military-grade discipline. Not freelancers.”

The hasty cremation, the evasive answers—I had suspected all along that neither of them had truly died. And after Jeremy's "death," I discovered I was pregnant. With twins. That was when I conceived my boldest plan. I took on the role of caretaker for Jeremy and Janey's supposed illegitimate sons. Under the guise of grief too deep to bear, I retreated to the countryside with them. Two years later, I returned—with my own twins. Everyone believed they were Jeremy's illegitimate children. Even my own parents were deceived. They scolded me for being a fool, and friends mocked me for lowering myself to raise another woman's children.

The Council representative, who had attended to me, said to the twins in surprise, “Didn’t you know? Lucia took the kidnappers down with her in a car crash three days ago. “Also, our sworn enemies, the Cassa Pack, orchestrated the abduction in retaliation against you. “Surely, you must know. They apparently captured the Luna to demand terms from you. “Talia was the only survivor of the wreck, but the incident took her pup away. Due to the extent of her injuries, she won’t have more than three days to live. By now, she’s probably gone.”

“Gwen?” She ignored him. Her eyes went straight to Blair. The anger on her face was unlike anything I had ever seen. Blair’s smile disappeared. Gwen raised a trembling finger and pointed directly at her. “You.” Blair slowly stood. “What are you doing here?” Gwen laughed bitterly. “You and your twin framed me with your fake kidnapping!” The room went silent. My blood ran cold. Father stared at her. “What did you just say?” Gwen’s eyes shifted to me. “And you.” I froze. She pointed at me too. “You both played this family for fools.”

Five years ago, Janice Soto stepped into her dying twin sister’s life to keep Eden Duncan from falling apart. Pretending to be the woman he loved was supposed to be temporary, a final promise made in a hospital room filled with goodbye and grief. But somewhere between borrowed kisses, late-night silences, and the life they built together, Eden fell for the wrong sister without ever knowing the truth. When the deception finally shattered, it didn’t just destroy them, it nearly killed him. And before Eden could wake up and face what she had done, Janice disappeared carrying the one secret that belonged to both of them. Now she is back in New York, stronger, colder, and no longer willing to l

Unwilling to let the glimmer go that easily, I interrupted Dianna with my hand when she started to speak, reaching across my mindscape in hopes of catching the wind that carried the revelation spinning across the tundra, but it was gone. “You okay?” Dianna asked when I’d lowered my hand. “Chasing phantoms,” I said. “Go ahead.” “I was going to say there has to be more to it. The idea that duress breeds Third Twins makes no sense. No, the violence serves another purpose. It may be that the purpose is simply to feed his perverse appetites or to satisfy some aesthetic urge. But I don’t think so. That the methods provide twisted sport, I don’t doubt, but there’s something behind the doing itself.

Olleta , the girl and first-born twin who was a replica of her mother, and Zigfrid, the male and second-born twin who probably took after his father. " They are asleep. Sleeping like angels they are." Dulce smiled. " Must have been a tiring trip for the little ones." " I guess so too. So, tell me, dear one. Becker said, stealing a glance at Dulce. " Tell you what?" " Are you ready?" Dulce smiled. Was she ready? She knew exactly what Becker was asking her. Her aim for returning had revenge in the back of the wheels. She was definitely going to take a piece of everyone who made her look like garbage back in the days.

Nick narrated when he was given the floor "I came up with the plan to fake my death knowing these criminals will still come after me until they confirm I am indeed gone. The rest of the story you know. I have all the documents backing everything I am saying here," he said and his lawyer handed a file to the judge "My wife lost her father in Mrs Hayford's revenge but she was still not happy, she wanted to wipe out the entire family as punishment for the loss of her husband. Her husband went after Mrs Brown when he heard she was leaving town carrying his babies. Unfortunately, he was involved in an accident and he didn't make it. This had been the reason behind Mrs Hayford's revenge. The woman

“I could swear you look like Charlotte.” “For fuck’s sake,” I hiss under my breath changing directions in a breath. “They're identical twins, man,” Judy interjects, like the bartender is stupid. But the man doesn't relent. He moves his head to the side regarding her, and his mouth presses into a thin line as if he disagrees. “Your eyes. I don't think I'll ever forget—” I reach them and slip my hand around Charlotte's waist. “Is there a problem, honey?” She stiffens at my touch, but my eyes are locked on the bartender, giving him a deadly stare. “Are you bothering my wife?”