Twin Detective Novels & Stories

We were greeted by a tall man with dark gray hair and a scuff. "Actually, She's the detective." Chain explained. "Detective Mhorein Layla Agustin." I introduced myself. He led us to his office and offered us a seat. "Thank you, I want to talk to the suspects about the case of-" "Amy Marcus ... Yes we know. Wait for me here. I'll call them." He said and left us in the room. Within a few minutes he returned with a nurses and two patients. One is smiling and one looks really, really bad.

Trigger Warning: Violence, language, mention of childhood trauma, kinda POV Stone The twins were hard to track and although Smith was a genius tracker, it took him all day and half the night to finally find them. He spotted them in a stolen car from the strip club and was luckily able to track it by hacking street cameras. "It looks like they stopped this afternoon at a motel this afternoon, that or they ditched the car there and stole another one." Smith finally said after calling us all back into Dad's office.

Throughout their childhood and teenage years, the twins had tried their best to look unidentical but after entering college they completely gave up, James had straight jet black hair while Grayson had dark brown curls, and both had forest green eyes with sharp features, Grayson tended to be the one who sported a 5’ o clock shadow. Grayson had been reading the article about the big drug bust made by the SPD and the article read “The biggest drug raid carried out by Detective Rush who led the SPD team to a success.” and above that had been a picture of the blond beauty with a medal around her slender neck surrounded by her team with identical medals. When the events of last night flashed throu

Three days apart—Ysabel Eldridge must have been dying to see him. Sure enough, Scott didn't even take the car—he ran straight to the building three blocks behind ours. I took a breath and noted the floor where the elevator stopped, a cold smile spreading across my face. 'No wonder I never noticed anything—turns out the two of them were right under my nose. Scott Camden, you really thought this through.' Pulling out my phone, I sent off a message and went home to start packing. The house was full of baby items—two of everything. Looking closely, I finally noticed something strange. Though they were meant to be identical, the quality wasn't the same at all. Even the twin strollers had differen

Time decided to take a break and admire with me, Rein, the handsome fiancé to my sister. And lo, I remembered something that I wasn’t to forget. Time resumed his work while Rein's laugh continued to ring through. He is my twin's fiancé and here I was ogling at his sight. I must be ashamed of myself. My chin felt wet and I realized later on that I was drooling.

It has always been there, even before we knew what it was. Cael presses his forehead to mine because the tunnel is too small to move. His breath is hot on my face because he is close. The blood on our hands is sticky between us because we are still holding on. The voice comes back and says, “A twin bond cannot break,” and the words land inside my head, not my ears. It says, “It can only be transferred,” because that is the old law, and “One heart must carry it alone,” because two hearts will burn out by the full moon.

“Soralina never showed her shadow when she attacked, I just knew she was coming. You want understand it, because it is only something twins can do. so don’t mistaken her ever again.” ____________________________

He once shut down a nation’s power grid for thirty-six hours to eliminate three names from a kill list. “I assume this is about Victor,” he said, scanning the room like it was a war map. “And if not, it should be.” “It is,” I replied. He smiled, clinical and terrifying. “Then let’s begin.” “Not without us, you won’t.” The last ones through the door came as one; Yelena and Jacek Drazic, known as ‘The Twins.’ Not by blood. Not by name. Just by horror. From the dark corridors of Warsaw to the tunnels under Prague, they were legends whispered among the dying. She had knives. He had explosives.

It was the detective that I hired to find out everything that had to do with the twins. As far as I knew, one was loud, challenging, confident, a spender. The other was the opposite. More ambitious. And one of them was my wife. “Were you able to find anything?” I asked. I trusted the man with getting information that important. But I was still nervous. For the first time in a long time.

So, they just follow his command nonchalantly. The twins came out of the alley and entered a dead end. Behind them is the duet dumpster Leonard Gillis III and Fatty Tan with their guards. After trying to make sure there was no one else but them and there was no way out, the twins smiled. Turning their bodies, they face the group with an attractive grin.