Twin Daughter Novels & Stories

It was like a thunderbolt that had scattered my territory. "I have realized how close you might have wanted to be with her and why I have never wanted you to," he continued. Santiago's gaze almost met the blood in my veins freeze. Dad was saying the truth. I leaned forward to ensure I missed no word from him."You have been thinking she is your sister all along but the truth is, she is not. She's a curse and she doesn't belong here," he stopped to check the impact of his words. But I maintained a void face but deep down inside everything went cold. I remained blank and clueless. "We attacked her pack years ago and slain everyone except her and her twin sister. They were then hours old if I ca

In the distance, the lapping waves sounded like a melody dancing along the shoreline. I clutched my handbag in one hand, my shoes tapping gently on the cobbled path leading to my house. The house stood majestically with large windows overlooking the ocean—my sanctuary of quiet and peace. As soon as I opened the front door, shrill laughter greeted me, flowing from the living room. The clinking of plastic toys was followed by the sound of little feet running around. Before I saw them, a scene came to mind—the twins, cheerful and full of energy, like waves that never stop rolling.

Their beasts are still there, but since we mated, it has calmed down a little. The twins are still as insatiable as always. They want to do it every day, but they are forgetting that I am a human and doing it twice a day might send me to my early grave. Maybe it's the reason they are mated to a guy, because if I was a woman, I would be pregnant every year and we'll have more than a dozen children.

“The twins' auras are highly magnetic, and even I can't deny that I am or was drawn to them." "Really?" "Yeah. I mean, who can resist all of that." Wendy said, and we started laughing. “Have you seen them?” "I know, right?" "But still," Wendy said, her laughter dying down. "Don't have high expectations with the twins. Your fears are valid, and they can't belong to people like you…like us.” "I don't..." "It hurts to think about, but if they are to get mated—I mean married, they will get married to people like them. Rich, fancy people.” She sighed, “Remember what my dad said earlier?”

They are Christy and Victoria Lawrence — my beloved daughters who carry my last name. They’re twins, just five years old, but surprisingly mature for their age. Christy, being born thirty minutes earlier, naturally steps into the role of the big sister. She’s thoughtful, caring, and always looks out for Victoria. Meanwhile, Victoria, full of boundless energy and curiosity, keeps us all on our toes with her playful nature.

Iris took a deep breath and replied, “But all the guests are here, and brother hasn’t arrived yet!” Austin, who had been silent, approached and embraced his daughters. “Hey princess, do you want Daddy to hurry your brother along?” Iris immediately gave a thumbs up, while Irina shook her head, as their answers were different. Unfortunately, this only made matters worse. Seventeen years ago, Bella and Austin welcomed their second and third child, fraternal twin daughters who were so identical that it was difficult to distinguish between them. Seventeen years ago, Bella and Austin welcomed their second and third child, fraternal twin daug

I kiss her forehead as she lays on the table; numb from the waist down due to the spinal for her caesarean. She smiles, "go keep an eye on her!" I chuckle and head over to where Kol is; his little boy, light brown hair and green eyes is laid next to my daughter. "Aren't they a pair?" Kol chuckles; we watch as the twins clutch each others hand, and refuse to let go. The thought makes me smile; inseparable unlike the other kids.. None of them were ever close, but these two.. Don't want to be apart. Archer Chad Knight, and Ava Hailie Gray.

I will have sex with a complete stranger—to the man that my twin is supposed to marry. “Are you leaving?” My mother asked when we were about to leave. Theodore paid his respect to my mother and eyed me for a moment. “I'll go inside first,” he uttered and finally let go of my hand. “You're doing well,” she commented, wearing that strange smile. I can tell that she was not happy—she’s probably not. My twin just died and we are here, attending her supposed wedding. “I might be your stubborn daughter, Mom…but please, don't worry about me. I got this. I always got this,” I assured her and held her hands.

"We will face it together. Whatever comes, we will face it together." She leaned into him. "I know. It just feels like so much. The council, the pack, Varya, the prophecy, Aldrian. I do not know where to start. I do not know what to do first." Kael wrapped an arm around her. "You start where you are. Right now...This moment. You do not have to solve everything today. You just have to take the next step." Sena brought them tea and sat across from them, her grey eyes thoughtful. "The prophecy speaks of the twin moons aligning. That means there is a specific night. Everything will come to a head then."

As the scents of ancient books and polished wood lingered in the air, the room seemed to hold the weight of our family's history. I stood near the magnificent marble fireplace, my gaze fixed on the guests who mingled amidst the grandeur. The sound of elegant music drifted through the room, intertwining with the soft murmur of conversations. In the midst of this symphony of sophistication, I felt an indescribable restlessness deep within me. My twin brother, Damien, appeared at my side, his piercing blue eyes mirroring my own. We were the epitome of our bloodline's beauty and grace, a striking contrast against the dark backdrop of our heritage. We shared an unspoken bond, an understanding tha