Twin Daughter Mga Nobela at Kwento

“She and her twin, Kendra, are something else. Wade calls them the Double K, Triple Threat, because the have learned to fight together and even at a young age, they’re pretty powerful. I wasn’t there, but Quirin loves to tell the story of how his two-and-a-half year old girls dropped one of his warriors.” “Dropped him? You mean took him down?” she asks, her eyes going wide. “More or less. It wouldn’t have been a win on the sparring field, but they knocked him to his knees. He was being cocky and teasing them about being pup warriors. They reminded him that they are not only Alpha females, but Quirin’s daughters.” “How?”

My mom said studying Nerin. “When Nerin lay dying in my arms, she told me I would know of the one who has her light. I knew the moment I saw Rayna that she was the young girl I was to find. I believe they are so connected that yes, they now look alike.” My mom only nodded. “Mom, when I was born, so was she in a way. Because she was already in me before I was born.” She smiled, “So in a way, I had two daughters. Two in one.” She softly giggled, “Twins.”

“Damien! Come join us. I told you he’d show up eventually, Elara. Victor’s twin brother, he travels a lot for their business interests, but he’s family now.” She knew, of course she knew, yet seeing them side by side made my head spin. Identical, yet… not. Damien’s smirk was sharper, his eyes wilder as they landed on me. “Well, hello there,” Damien drawled, pulling out a chair directly across from me. His gaze raked over me slowly, openly appreciative. “You must be the famous Elara, Victor didn’t do you justice.” My cheeks burned, I could feel Victor’s tension radiating beside me. “Nice to meet you,” I managed, my voice barely steady.

Our newly adopted cat stared at me from the couch like she paid rent here. Noah paused near the door guiltily. “...Maybe.” “Oh my God.” Emma burst into laughter. “That means no.” I pointed dramatically toward the kitchen. “Food. Cat. Now.” The twins ran in opposite directions while I struggled to put on my heels one-handed, this was exactly why people needed second parents Or clones or even personal assistants. Five minutes later, with the school bus driving off with twins I was sprinting toward the bus stop with my folder pressed tightly against my chest while cold morning air whipped through my dark hair.

I whispered to the doctor. He dropped his tool and pulled a chair to sit beside me, “do you know you are carrying two babies in there? Twins! I mean,” he raised the scan results into the light. I was miraculously bearing two innocent lives within me! I have to stop this abortion no matter what happens. No matter what it would take from me, if my kids don’t get a father, at least they would have a responsible mother. “Please let’s have a deal,” I proposed and sat up energetically, “stop the abortion. Make it seem like I have done, fake some documents.”

She didn't face any consequences and had never regretted an action. Being her twin sister had always been torture, people who knew I was her twin back in high school often tried to hurt me to get back to her. She had never cared though, sometimes when she finds out I'm being bullied in her stead, she joins in on the fun as she calls it. But they should be places and times where even the most ruthless villains draw the line, like betraying a man like Alexander Hawkthorne. The more I thought about all I could likely face in the hands of this man, the weaker I got.

I took a couple deep breaths with my next contraction, feeling calmer. "You okay?" Mika asks, squeezing my hand. I nod my head before opening my eyes, giving him a reassuring and determined smile, "I can do this." -5 hours later After the worst pain of my life the twins are finally here. I am exhausted and ready for sleep, for a whole year I think, but I can't stop looking at them. They don't have much hair but it's black, I hope it curls like Mika's. Their skin is pale, probably from being newborns. Our son's eyes are bright blue but our daughter's are silver. The midwife thinks it's a trick of the light but I know the truth. My daughter is a spiritual leader, with no real pack to guide...

“I love the way you say my name,” Axel whispers against my neck. His breath is hot against my skin. “Axel,” I repeat. His name sounds like melted butter in my mouth. Sensual, seductive, wild. This is wrong. This is all wrong. I took a vow to commit to my husband. The first twin. Why the hell am I breaking that vow with the second, wilder twin? The wrong twin. The one that would surely ruin my life.

He rises to his feet, buttoning his suit, bringing the conversation to an end. My mother bows, muttering apologies as he walks past her, stopping before me. I’m immediately aware of how he towers over me, like a looming shadow of destruction. My gaze locks on his, and my breath falters. “Where’s your sister?” Something flickers in his deep green eyes. A certain cloak of danger wraps around his words and sends spikes through my chest. “I don’t know.” My voice cracks. Being twins meant we were connected on a deeper level. It meant we knew everything about each other. But there are some things that Scarlett keeps to herself. Her letter still sits on my nightstand, crumpled from how much I've re

My gaze darted between the two men with identical faces. I was standing between them, and they really were like two peas in a pod. Same face shape, same eyes, the same thick lips. The only difference was the color and style of their hair, but at first glance, you could already tell they were identical twins. Yes, my daughter is married to a man who owns a bar, and he has a twin. Their names are cute, by the way-Cuan and Luan, these hot men in my daughter’s life. I could only feel jealous of her.