Trevor Lawrence Twin Sister Novels & Stories

He looked a bit flustered. He really wanted to talk to Zara, but he did not know how to begin after everything that had happened and the years they had been apart. Zara, however, broke the silence first. "Where are my sisters?" Trevor answered quickly, "Your oldest sister and her husband work in Charter District. They just had a baby, so I told her to come by tomorrow. Your little sister disappeared with a guy two years ago. We can't reach her or find her anywhere."

I stood still, clenching my fists as I waited for her. “I’m sorry you have to find out about Cole and me that way,” she muttered coldly as soon as she got closer to me. “Who are you?” I asked, although I knew who she was. Trevor was one annoying host, boasting about his family but mostly about his twin sister. For the past three days, even without Levana, she and her twin were getting on my nerves already. He said he had no power, but his arrogance was enough to kill anyone with annoyance.

"To me, being the good company, then.” Eva clinked her glass against his; her fingers shook a little. They talked through the night, laughed, and shared stories that made her heart swell. With every smile, with every joke, she forgot at this magnitude a lie lay between them. "I have to say, though," he said suddenly, hunching forward with a conspiratorial grin. "I just can't get over the fact that you've got a twin sister, who looks exactly like you, the same, blue eyes, long dark hair, fair complexion, and complete opposite of you; a timid, stuck-in-the-headlights introvert, who remains behind the scenes when you're out here running this place and dazzling everyone.”

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.

"Listen, I was just ten. Laura and Laurie were both twelve when we saw our own Father bleed to death" "Who is Laurie?" Phil asked. He knew too well, Mrs Brown had only two children. Lucy and Laura. Lucy scoffed and murmured some words to herself. "Sorry? What did you say?" Phil asked "Nothing. Laurie was Laura's twin sister" 'Laura will never opened up.'Lucy said to herself. "What! Laura has a Twin?" Phil was super shocked "Had a twin. Well Yes. An identical twin. She use to, till your Dad and his friends killed her"

I wanted very much to squirm, to work my way free from the feeling I'd been jabbed through the abdomen like an insect on a corkboard. Estelle-or was it Esther?-Lawrence lifted her gaze from me long enough to flicker her attention to my mother. At least Mom hadn't abandoned me to the un-tender mercy of the powerful twin witches. Though tiny, bony, and almost birdlike, I refused to underestimate them. Known for their ability to strip away the unseen and uncover even the deepest secrets, the Lawrence twins were a force to be reckoned with. Mom sipped her tea from the ancient china cup, the bottom clinking against the delicate saucer like a tiny bell. "As you both are aware," she said, drawing t

"This is the life you deserve. You are not the bullied, adopted daughter of the Dust Tail pack anymore. You are the Luna of Silver Moon. You are my sister." I looked up at the moon. The pain and hatred from two lifetimes finally began to fade. All that was left was the love of my long-lost sister, the warmth of my mate beside me, and the land beneath my feet that was now mine to protect. My life was just beginning.

Maria and her friends were on the other side of the park, and she had just finished explaining everything to Maya, leaving her shocked and confused. "At this rate, I won't be surprised if my baby turns out to be my twin sister," Lawrence pulled Sandra into his side, "But I wouldn't care, baby, cause I'm already so deep inside you-" "Lawrence!" Sandra slapped his arm. "Ouch! I meant to say that I'm already so deeply in love with you," Lawrence said with a pout as he rubbed his hurting arm.

She wanted to stop her, but she found that the photos showed a baby who looked like her father. One year, two years, three years... ten years, fourteen years old... Molly's heart pounded violently when looking at the young man's change and the photo frozen on the last page. "This, this... who is this boy?" "His name is Lawrence, and he is my nephew. He is also your twin brother." "Wha... what?" If she was only shocked when she knew that her father had a twin sister, then Molly felt as if she had been struck by lightning now.