Novel & Cerita The Twins Are Fascinating To Me

In front of him, the twins faced him with solemn expressions far too serious for children their age. Their small chests rose and fell quickly, more from excitement than effort. Barely awake an hour, and yet their eyes glimmered with the same silver light he had seen in Afnan’s the night before. Power. Ancient. Unpredictable. He softened his expression. “Again,” he said gently. The twins nodded in unison. They were so alike it still startled him sometimes, same dark curls kissed by morning light, same bright eyes, same stubborn set to their little mouths when determined.

I said honestly, “but also… pure-hearted. They don’t know anything about us. They don’t even know werewolves exist.” She burst into laughter. “Well, that makes sense. Humans always live in their own little bubble.” Then her tone softened. “But seriously, how are you?” At that question, my stomach twisted painfully. I swallowed. “Girl… I just got tangled in a mess.” There was a brief pause. “What kind of mess?” I closed my eyes. “Those twins,” I said quietly. “They’re here.” “Twins?” she repeated, confused. “Kaeren and Kael,” I said, my voice dropping. “They’re in this college.”

Miles protests, and Bryn forms an X with her arms. “Are you serious?” Dash asks. “Have you ever seen horror movies? Twins are always creepy. There’s that one with the twin ghost girls in the hallway. And then the Tweedle twins, supposed to be a kids’ movie, but those two are creepy as fuck. Why do twins always say the same thing at the same time? Creepy motherfuckers.” Cass would be laughing her ass off right now, probably agreeing. The thought makes me smile.

Mia agreed with a smile. Beau brushed her hair back over her shoulder and kissed her again, and Mia knew she’d made the best decision of her life, choosing Mr. Whitaker, the younger twin. She would never have to submit to Sam Whitaker again, and in Beau, she’d find everything she could possibly need.

I let him put my hand on the crook of his arms and while I stay pretty beside him and be the perfect date while my mind wanders back to the hot twins. Earlier this evening when I hurried myself to Ella's, I didn't expect the twins would be there. I've been eyeing them since the first time they showed up at Ella's a couple of months back, then at the hospital where they relentlessly waited on their sister. Their dedication somehow moved me, or maybe their sleek expensive appearance, but either way I've been drawn to them like a moth to a flame, or in my case flames. Yikes, I'm already digging my grave. The code has been there since the ancient chick flicks, always, never lurk at your bestie's

“I’ll kill them!” “No, it’ll never stop with them,” I said as I opened my locker to put my books inside and take out another. “Let’s just go to class.” As we leave the classroom I stayed behind to fix the shoelace that had somehow broken in half, as I walked out I bumped into the burly chest of Oliver. I instinctively dropped my things, and my head immediately looked up at the chiseled features of the twins standing on one side of one another. Their black curly hair had wisps of red and their green eyes like their sister's were bright. They were the tallest in school at 6’8 no one dared mess with them except their baby sister. I wasn’t tall I happen to come up to the bottom of their chest, a

He was saying but I shut him up. "Shhhh," I said and Reed was wondering what was happening, he could see me looking at a particular spot and traced my eyes down to what caught my attention. Reed noticed two boys standing by the road and arguing with each other. "Don't tell me you now take delight in watching little boys argue with each other. It will be nice if you join them don't you think? Come on let's go already, I'm sure their mother is just around the corner somewhere." He said but I wasn't even listening to him. I walked up to the boys and tapped the one who seemed to be the leader of the duo on the shoulder. They both turned to look at me and that was when I realized they were twins.

“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.

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.

“Shouldn’t you be brooding somewhere alone?” I smirked, enjoying how easy it was to get under his skin. “I was just thinking about how much better this pack would look if someone competent were running it.” Rylan growled low in his throat, but I raised a hand to stop him. “Relax, Rylan. We need to talk. It’s about the twins.” He stiffened, his expression shifting slightly. “What about them?” he asked, though his voice was still sharp. “They’re not ordinary,” I said bluntly. “I’ve seen things—things that can’t be explained.”