Novel & Cerita They Crowned My Twin

Elior hated that line the most, but with his father's towering gaze, he dared not argue further with his mother unless he wanted to earn himself a night copying notes in the study. "Read the letter," Kael ordered. Elior quickly unsealed it, and the words before him made his body stiffen. "A new bloodline. Two crowns, one throne. We welcome the Veyron Twins, identical in face, different in actions, but carrying the same heart. Their story unfolds next."

I am not ashamed to say that this coffee shop does this latte better than they do back home. Climbing out of the car I head on inside to see no lines and see the two owners behind the counter. Wren and Robin Crowe are sisters, but not just sisters ironically, they are twin sisters. Identical twins too. I find it funny how I can go most of my life never meeting another set of twins to come to Boston, Massachusetts to find identical twins. Seeing how close Wren and Robin are with each other makes me miss my twin brother Chase. Reminding me to give him a call this weekend as he said there is something he wants to talk to me about. I have a small suspicion but I gotta wait to talk to him to see

I feel the need to exert some frustration from work, and my new sub is the perfect way. I turn in time to see Allister and Camden both go up to the same women. Identical twins with identical tastes. I wonder if she knew she was fucking twins. If not, she will be in a few minutes. It’s nothing the twins don’t do in competition. They will both be fucking her to see who gets her to orgasm first.

The iron door slammed shut, but her shrieks still echoed through the thick steel. "Satisfied?" Andrew asked. "Not yet," I shook my head. "I have one last thing to do." Three days later, the Silver Moon pack held the grandest ceremony in its history. I stood on the altar of the Sanctum, wearing a magnificent white gown and the Moonglow crown. Andrew stood beside me, our hands locked together. "Do you take me as your mate, your Alpha, until the end of your days?" he asked, his voice full of love. "I do."

Isolde’s POV I had a twin—Isla. Yeah, I know. The names? Tragic. Go ahead and blame our parents for thinking rhyming was cute. Isla was the golden child. We were identical down to the last eyelash, but somehow, she always sparkled a little more. Boys tripped over themselves for her. She was sweet, graceful, soft-spoken, basically the lead role in a fairy tale. Me? I was the background noise. Loud, impulsive, stubborn as hell, and apparently allergic to rules. Definitely not the favorite.

Guards stand in a line behind him because they are waiting for his orders. The midwife lifts something up and then lifts a second something and the old King's face changes. “Two,” he shouts, his voice cracking the room because he is furious. “The prophecy said one,” he says, because twins are cursed in the North. “Kill the weak one,” because he only wants one heir and will not share his crown.

The male lead of the novel was my husband, Trevor, who was still overseas handling a crisis. The biggest villain was the man clinging to me. He was Trevor's identical twin brother, whom he had never mentioned. His name was Kayden Blackwell. The comments were endless. [Twin brothers falling for the same woman? This is so exciting!] [Jasmine really got the short end of the stick. She's just a tool, but hey, she's pretty, so I guess it's worth it!] [Kayden's love is so obsessive! His possessiveness is off the charts, and Trevor's restrained devotion is just as addictive! Once the brothers reconcile and join forces in business, Jasmine can gracefully exit!]

I followed them at a more leisurely pace, savoring the moment. The past three years have been a veritable paradise for me. With the curse lifted and the wars a distant memory, our world has known only peace and tranquility. Axel and I didn't hesitate to tie the knot, and our wedding was a grand celebration, followed by my coronation as Luna, a title I wear with pride. Our twins, Hannah and Huxley, brought boundless joy to our lives, and now, I'm thrilled to be expecting another set of twins, my heart overflowing with love and gratitude for this beautiful life we've built together.

Some bad, some good, but all of them are mine. “That's enough roughhousing you two, time to pack it up” I yelled over to the twins. At three years old, they can now run circles around me. It's true what people say when they said ‘it takes a village’. Without my village Gunner and I would be swamped. The pack took the news of the twins well. Some were understandably cautious and concerned. After everything we have been through together as a pack, it makes sense that they would be wary. Others were overjoyed by the idea of two descendants. One to take over the throne of Alpha, and one to carry the line of the Goddess. Though to me, they are more than a future Alpha and a future Goddess, they a

The twins looked identical to each other in this form as well. To say I was proud when I noticed they were smaller than I would have been an understatement. Our paws hit the ground as one. Chased down the sleeping street. They flanked me. Looked to me sometimes for guidance. The thrill of the hunt seeped into my bones. We were going to free her from her hell. Free her from the bastard that would keep us from her. Even if it was just for one night, it would be enough. One day if she won this game of crowns, I would love to slit the old bastard's throat.