Twin Detective Novels & Stories

He was accepted to join the FBI at such a young age, just like Agent Violet. The two were always teamed up whenever there was a special mission with the SWAT team, in need of the best and most special agents in the FBI. They were sometimes called "The Twin" in the office because they were always together. With Violet's brilliant and intelligent mind, and Eric's tactical mind and skills, the two can do any mission given to them.

he said, "or you." "You have the kids now. Do you still have me under surveillance?" She asked like she was afraid of the answer. "Yes," he said and he noticed she looked…relieved "Anyway, my private detective kept digging into every lead he could find until he found a strong one. The suspect is someone who has always been obsessed with you from the start and wants you for his own. Trevor." She swallowed, remembering her ex-boyfriend. "I should have known," she said, watching the children and probably recalling the time he'd kidnapped them at Disneyland.

This was all his fault. Aaron Bridges was my captain back at the fraud department. He volunteered one of his detectives for a temporary transfer to homicide, and I managed to be the lucky winner. I silently curse him and everything else before making my way up the front steps. Making my way towards the captain’s office, eyes start following my every move. I knew they were talking about me. I tried to pretend that it didn’t bother me, but man was it hard.

How will she deal with MONTHS? The next time Viatrix looked back, neither of the twins was on her heels. She sniffed the air, but their scents had dispersed. Well fuck, they are probably planning a pincher move or similar. Listening for them did nothing. Their gift allowed them to move silently. They could stomp around this island, and we wouldn’t hear them. They had the advantage; not only could they move silently, but this was their territory while Viatrix and I’d just followed the trail to look for the signs.

Clara said, excusing herself. “Go ahead, I'm listening,” I muttered, letting my curiosity get the best of me. Emily moved closer to me, snatching the envelope back from Adrian as she walked. “Here, open it.” With shaky hands, I ripped the envelope open. There was a Polaroid picture inside. It contained two babies in a cot, both alike in every sense. It wasn't difficult to tell that they were twins. I stared at the picture, my breath catching in my throat. The edges of the Polaroid felt rough between my fingers, grounding me in the moment even as my mind reeled.

Zarek confirmed. Astrid rolled her eyes but decided to let it go. If they wanted to surprise her, she’d let them have their fun. What she didn’t know was that the twins had mobilized their entire pack for operation “Best Birthday Ever.” Gideon had been tasked with the investigation portion. He’d hired a private detective to dig into Astrid’s past, looking for anyone who had been genuinely kind to her. The detective had found three possibilities: Miss Blackthorn, an elderly woman who had run one of the shelters Astrid had stayed at and always made sure she had extra food; Elves—not the wolf racer, but a human guy who had worked with her at a diner and always covered her shifts when she was si

He'll think this is his punishment, the time it takes me to find him. I saw them then: two figures eyeing Tristan with undisguised lust. Twins. A male and a female. I watched as they stalked him, their eyes predatory. Tristan, to his credit, seemed to be avoiding them. He was smart, but he couldn't hide forever. Dmitri did a deep dive into information about the two. Within minutes, an intel reached them. From it, I learned that these twins were the children of the village leader. They were notorious for their promiscuity, their casual disregard for others. And now, they had set their sights on Tristan.

“Both of my sons will be there.” I glance at the envelope before looking back at him. “Reid can represent both of us.” I pick it up and turn it over in my hand. Dad's eyebrows rise. “What?” “We basically look the same.” I shrug, tossing the invitation back onto the seat. “Nobody has to know I'm not there. You can assume the twins are there.” “This isn't funny.” His expression hardens as he picks up the invitation. “I wasn't joking.” I lean back and cross my arms again. “Reid likes this stuff anyway. He'll smile, shake hands, talk to people, and pretend to care about whatever rich people talk about at these things.”

Women are great detectives, better than high-security services when it counts, but sometimes, they forget what a part of their nature is. “Lying is unacceptable,” Lazarus and I say at the same time. We sound as if we planned to do this weird speaking thing twins do all of the time, and though I want to laugh at it, I restrain myself to appear serious. It’s either they tell us themselves, or they keep the secret for now and give us enough time to pull the words out of them.

Call it a cliché, but the two of them being identical twins, somehow both shared this connection that only two of them could understand. Damon is hot-tempered and violently unbridled. Davien was more of a calm headed and too tamed. Though, that doesn’t make him any lesser than him. They both are equals. It’s just that Davien preferred to be right behind his desk and in front of his overly large monitors. He was the one behind the success of their legal-based company Sphinx Prime while Damon took care of the mafia. “I think you better pull over to the side first.” His twin suggested, and that made him even more suspicious about it.