Novel & Cerita They Crowned My Twin

I don’t let it cloud my mind for too long. Once our breaths finally even out. Jake’s arms find their way around me and we cuddle while still naked, sweaty, and sticky but it’s the last thing on my mind. I lay my head on his bare chest and we both end up falling asleep after having the best sex of my life. Suddenly my eyes shoot open and the first thing that comes to mind is what the hell did I just do. I just slept with my best friend's twin brother.

The way the twins were so determined to make her happy. Jaxon slid a plate of pancakes in front of Brielle. “Eat,” he murmured. “You’re going to need strength.” Brielle gave him a look. “For the craft chaos?” “For parenting twins,” he corrected. Rose suddenly held up the crown with a proud gasp. “It’s done!” Lily clapped. “Mommy crown!” The crown was… something. It was slightly crooked. Completely covered in glitter. A little damp from too much glue. There were stickers attached that said “#1 MOM” and “SUPERHERO” and one sticker that just said “WOW.”

My twin sister and I were born with the same face and nothing else in common. Elara was gentle enough to step around an ant. I was vicious. Cross me and I'd take your skin off and never lose a night's sleep over it. The year we came of age, the Crown Prince chose Elara. But the old court held that royal twins brought ruin. If Elara was to be Crown Princess, I had to die. So our parents wept and begged me to drink a death-simulating draught and disappear forever. Before I left, I made three demands. First, my Shadow Guard would pass to Elara. Second, she'd have a dowry worthy of a princess and a wedding no one could sneer at. Third, if the Crown Prince ever wronged her, they'd bring her

“Both of my sons will be there.” I glance at the envelope before looking back at him. “Reid can represent both of us.” I pick it up and turn it over in my hand. Dad's eyebrows rise. “What?” “We basically look the same.” I shrug, tossing the invitation back onto the seat. “Nobody has to know I'm not there. You can assume the twins are there.” “This isn't funny.” His expression hardens as he picks up the invitation. “I wasn't joking.” I lean back and cross my arms again. “Reid likes this stuff anyway. He'll smile, shake hands, talk to people, and pretend to care about whatever rich people talk about at these things.”

“They represent rising from the lowest point and creating something beautiful. For my twins… and for anyone who has ever been broken and chosen to heal.” The final piece was a stunning twin crown tiara with two intertwined phoenixes, it drew the loudest reaction. The entire hall broke into thunderous applause. People stood up, clapping enthusiastically. Several prominent figures approached the stage immediately after the show, offering congratulations. “Madame Cole, this is revolutionary,” a top editor from Vogue said, shaking my hand. “The emotional depth combined with such exquisite craftsmanship… we’ve never seen anything like it.” “You’ve created something truly special,” another wealthy

One of them cracked his knuckles. “You’re Atlas, right?” “That’s what they tell me.” His brother smirked. “Hope you’re ready.” I tilted my head slightly. “For what?” The first twin grinned. “Two of us.” I smiled slowly. “Good.” The cage door slammed shut behind me. The crowd erupted. The first twin lunged. Fast. I slipped sideways easily, letting his momentum carry him past me before driving my elbow into his ribs. He grunted. His brother came in immediately from the other side.

On yearbook photo day, I went over and stood next to my boyfriend, Blake Whitmore. Madison Vance, the cheer captain and sorority president, showed up late, and the crowd parted for her without being asked. A path opened straight to Blake, who stood dead center. "What took you so long? You just turned every head in the place." Blake smiled softly and pulled her into the spot beside him. I was pushed out of the frame. Tyler Brooks, my friend since childhood, caught my arm. "Claire, don't fight Madison for the spot. She's the main character today." Then he traded places with me and took the spot next to her. The crowd started whooping. The fraternity president stood on one side and the vice pre

Freddy LaValle and I were twins. We looked almost exactly alike, but our personalities couldn't have been more different. He grew up at the side of our parents, Charles LaValle and Wendy LaValle, who spoiled him rotten until he was arrogant to the core. I was raised by our grandmother, Agnes LaValle, and grew up quiet and reserved. While Freddy was clinging to our parents on trips, I was studying. While he was out drinking and betting on cockfights with his good-for-nothing friends, I was still studying. After long years of grueling study, I finally sat for the Palace Examination as the top-ranked candidate of the Grand Examination. Just as I was about to claim the highest honor, my pare

I head home early for Thanksgiving, wanting to surprise my family. The moment I step through the door, my sister, Lilith Brooks, calls 911. "I need to report a break-in. There's an intruder." It isn't until the police rush in and snap handcuffs onto my wrists that I finally panic. "Dad, Mom, Rosa! Tell them! It's me, Samuel!" My parents just shake their heads in unison. "We don't know him." Even Rosa Monroe, my partner of five years, turns her face away. "He's probably just some obsessed underclassman with a crush on me." After 15 agonizing days in jail, my best friend, Harley Smith, finally posts my bail. With bloodshot eyes, I pour my heart out to him about the sheer insanity of it a

With trembling hands, the old woman fastened the silver chain around twelve-year-old Luna's neck. *"This is yours, my little star," her grandmother had whispered, pressing her dry, warm lips against Luna's forehead. "Keep it hidden. Don't ever let them see it. Don't ever let them take what belongs to you."* *Luna nodded and hugged her tightly.* *But when she walked out of the bedroom into the hallway, twelve-year-old Aurora was standing in the shadows.* *Her twin—no, the girl she had always thought was her twin—stepped out, her arms crossed, her eyes burning with a dark, bitter coldness.*