The Whispers Twins Married Novels & Stories

We clink our glasses and take a long gulp of the delicious whiskey. “I’m sure that neither one of us is exactly sure where to start so how about we start from the beginning as I remember it? Does that sound ok with you, Peyton?” I ask while offering him another bourbon. “ Perfect idea!” He agrees Finally, after three hours and a full bottle of Bullet Bourbon down, we have pretty much covered the grounds of where we both can agree where a lot of this has started. There is someone that has it against The Silver Moon pack and the Blood Ravens pack bad enough that they are hoping to be able to take us both down at the same time. And we both know that it is going to take time to investigate the e

“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.

Maybe she was on vacation. “You’re not disturbing me at all. Yes, I’m on vacation with my friend. We’re on the beach. Your hearing is quite great,” she replied. “The sound of the waves is loud. I guess I’d better get to the point. The twins disappeared from school. Someone or some group of people kidnapped them. What I want to ask you is did you involve in this? If you did, I’ll make sure you’re within the cold, dirty walls of a prison. I won’t stay silent this time. The twins are my life and I won’t let anyone hurt them or hurt my family. You better be honest before I find the mastermind behind this kidnapping. If the original target was me, why did they have to be the victims?” I said in a

lamented Cassandra, while looking at her twins who are busy playing together at the amusement park. "Well, I've heard that her husband is now in the country to help his in-law with his business," answered Jane, who, on her part has been thinking if the said person is the lawyer or another man. "Did you happen to know his name, Cass?" The twins' mother looked at her, perplexed and with replied. "No. He and his wife have lived abroad and only now that he comes back here. Dad told me that they were married abroad in secrecy. I have no idea who he is. That does not concern me at all...But did you know that Billy insisted that he saw Imman before when you traveled abroad? It was a long time ago a

They took turns carrying the twins. For family reunion purposes, the Whiteman family relocated to the country. The old Man was so excited about the new addition of the family that he came up with the relocation proposition, surprising everyone. The official wedding was held after the twins were four years old. It was a church wedding unlike Ava and Miranda's beach wedding. The two twins were the ring bearers. The two finally got married in church and were blessed to have a happy family.

Hannah was still on staff, and she doted over the children as if they were her own. "Have you given any thought of marriage for the twins?" Queen Sarah asked them one day. "No," Grayson said quickly. "We married for love and want the same for them." He kissed Abigail’s forehead as the queen smiled. "I had a feeling that would be your answer."

However, his father had said it so there had to be an atom of truth in it, right? As she thought of Trevor, she really wished she could have a normal relationship. These were supposed to be the best years of her life according to the internet, but each time it seemed like everything was going well, her hopes crumbled like dust the next. It was both sad and embarrassing. After a few moments of absent-mindedly searching for the twins, she finally found them. When they recognized her, they screamed like they had not seen her in years and ran with their little legs almost reaching their necks, up to her.

I murmured. “It doesn’t,” he replied. “It feels like we earned it.” The words wrapped around me more tightly than his arm. I let myself lean into the rhythm, into him. The twins shifted gently, a synchronised flutter that made me smile. “They’re awake,” I whispered. “They’re already networking,” he said dryly and a soft laugh escaped me before I could stop it. The cameras flashed again, but more subtly now. The image would circulate by morning—Sterling heir on the way, empire secured, marriage solid.

She does not let go of my hand. The hall's busy, suits running back and forth, talent taking up space for arguments and discussions, tables with water jugs and coffee pots, signage so no one gets left behind. They don't mind us. Viktor and Vespera Voss, the fake twins, give us a wave and go back to their real marriage flirting. I'm not sure how to feel about that, but the thought always distracts me. I wave back. They're nice enough and mostly harmless.

Amethysta looked at the twins and whispered, “I don’t want to get married.” Her words seemed desperate, hand clenching against Isaias’s shirt, eyes held in a hope that they would take her away. A small, satisfied smile appeared on their lips. “It’s your life, Angel… You decide what you want to do. No one can dictate it, not even your father, and not even us,” Icarus said, placing a gentle peck on her forehead. “We will see you again soon, Princess. Remember, you will always be our queen,” Isaias followed, pecking Amethysta’s forehead as well. Then, the twins got up and walked into the darkness, disappearing into the shadows.