Trevor Lawrence Twin Sister Novels & Stories

He just looked at me, my fangs an inch from his face, and slowly … slowly … he smiled. “Did you just bare your fangs at me, brother?” His voice was soft. Almost delighted. Like I’d finally given him something he’d been waiting for. I should have let him go. I knew I should. This was my brother. My twin. The other half of the only family I had left after our mother died. I didn’t let him go. Because he was right, and that was the worst part. He’d named the thing I’d been refusing to say out loud for weeks. It wasn’t her power. It wasn’t her bloodline.

"It's okay now, darling, it's okay. I'm back. I'm sorry... I didn't protect you. I never imagined he would actually dare to..." His voice was full of pain and self-blame. I leaned against his shoulder, tears sliding silently down my face, playing the part of a traumatized victim. However, I felt nothing on the inside. Regret and self-blame meant nothing to me. There was no way Trevor's sympathy could erase the ending where he personally pushed me into hell. The twin brothers had the same cold blood running through their veins, and that 'protection' was nothing more than rage over Trevor's 'possession' being violated.

My phone buzzed against the desk, the vibration rattling a half-empty can of energy drink. I ignored it. It buzzed again. Then a third time. A relentless, demanding rhythm I knew too well. With a sigh that rattled in my chest, I picked it up. The screen blinded me for a second before my eyes adjusted to the notification that had just lit up half the internet. @SiennaStoneOfficial: I said YES! #FutureMrsCross #Love #Soulmates #BillionaireWife I stared at the photo. There she was. My twin sister, Sienna. Her skin was airbrushed to porcelain perfection, her blonde hair—the same shade as mine, though hers cost a fortune in salon treatments while mine was tied in a messy bun—cascaded over her sh

Then Charlotte added, “We lost our aunt too. It’s sad we never got to meet her because she and our mother were into some kind of sibling enmity before we were born. They reconciled during her sickness. Just recently. And sadly, she lost her life to cancer two days ago before we could meet her. She was also buried yesterday.” “In Los Alamos as well,” Taylor chimed in. I felt Teyana shift on the bed then, her expression changed too. She looked back and forth between Taylor and Charlotte, like she was trying to view them properly. “You’re twins?” she asked. Taylor sighed dramatically. “Unfortunately. Yes.” I frowned, “Do you… know them?” I found myself asking. Teyana didn’t answer me. Her gaze

She tried to explain herself through a choked, shaky voice. "Something came up so he couldn't make his way here." Her voice was low, her tone was shaky and her mind was intoxicated. Trevor scoffed at her. His voice came out as a taunt. "How sad!" She did not reply to him. She only stared at him as if she were looking at Kevin. The twin brothers' features were not the same. Although they had different faces, they were quite similar to each other. "I thought you were Kevin." ​Her words sparked Trevor's fury, causing him to tighten his fists. "It's not new that you thought I was Kevin. Is it your habit or you always want to seduce me in Kevin's name?"

Rosalia Twin? Twin? Fucking Twin? I have a Twin sister? Why the hell is my life so complicated?! Just a few hours ago, I learnt I have an older brother, now I have a twin too? Slowly digesting that bombshell of information, I asked him "I have a Twin?" "Yes, you do.Your twin sister is Chester's pawn and had always antagonise you" His hand tightened further on my waist. Why would my twin hate me? Weren't twins supposed to be each other's soulmates or whatever people say?

For what I wanted he needed to leave and I wasn't sure u was comfortable with being all alone here. “My sister will keep you company in the meantime,” Lawrence said to me and I stared at him dumbly. He had a sister? " You have a living relative in this pack?” I asked him before my brain could catch up with the words I just said. Lawrence on the other hand laughed. “You truly are a gem, Astra. I have a younger sister and she is two grades higher than you. You must know her, Laura isn't someone you can afford to not take notice of,” Lawrence said to me with pride evident in his voice.

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.

My twin sister, Olivia, wanted to kill me, her own flesh and blood. I closed my eyes, desperate for solace, and let my mind drift back to our childhood. We were inseparable, like two peas in a pod. We played, laughed, and wore matching clothes, revelling in the simple joys that came with being twins. We had a bond that felt unbreakable, as if we shared a secret language that only we understood.

"Valerie, sweetheart. How are you?" She runs into his arms and gives him a hug. "I'm great, Uncle. How are you?". When they break apart, she can see my surprised face and Lewana's worried look. "Lawrence is my mother's older brother. He also has two daughters and one hell of a Luna. He was already mated when you were abused, and if any of the women in his life got an inclination of him doing something so .... repulsive, they would have skinned him alive".