Twin Detective Novels & Stories

One way or the other, I was going to let the twins know, or at least die trying because I knew damn well Xander wasn’t planning to have me out of his sight soon. The police officer sitting on the driver’s seat continued to sneak glances my way as if he was afraid I would snap at him if he just went out with whatever he was sitting on. The way he looked at me was evident that he had some things to say, just didn’t know where to begin. “The hot chocolate was lovely and warm. Thanks again.” I broke the ice with my eyes still glued to the scenery out the window. “It was the least I could do after having you arrested by my subordinates wrongly, Miss Montreal.” His words tore a gasp from me and I

Two somethings. That was the part Decker had not told Tony yet. Not because he didn’t trust him. Because saying it made it more real. Twins. He still heard the word in Dr. Maren’s voice. Still saw the two tiny flickers on the screen. Two heartbeats. Two lives. Two reasons for every protective instinct inside him to become unbearable. Tony noticed the shift in his face. “What’s wrong?” Decker didn’t answer immediately. Then said quietly, “Twins.”

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Then I took shower and did all the morning routine. When I left the room I saw Alex was sitting on the dining table looking at his laptop and when I stood behind him I saw that it was the news about me and Josephine. Someone ahs dug out my history being twin sister of Josephine and also that how my sister is a professional at winning the competitions but this time the twin who has not even won a school competition wins the international competition. There was also the news that how I disregard my family and is now living as a mistress to a rich man. It also said that how I am jealous of my sister and always try to harm her. There was also a speculation in the article that I might have stolen

Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore. …… Ever since I was little, my grandma always told me, "There’s no one better than a mother." But I always felt like she was lying to me. When I was eight, my mom took forever to come pick me up. When we finally got home, I saw her comforting Gwen Lincoln, my twin sister. We looked almost identical, except I had an extra mole beneath my left eye. "Mom, who is she?" "She’s Kate, your sister from the countryside." Their dissatisfied questioning and cold response left me with a sense of unease.

I shake my head to clear any of those naughty thoughts from my mind before they get out of hand laughing to myself. We finally stop in front of a two-way mirror and peer into the interrogation room where a young red headed femme sits fidgeting kind of nervously in her seat. I’m standing there looking at her when all of a sudden she whips her head towards the window making eye contact with me almost like she sensed that I was standing there. “Alpha Ravens, do you recognize her?” Sean asked, looking over at me curious of the rogue femmes reaction to my presence. “No, but there is something that seems very familiar about her all the same.” I replied.

“She always seemed fragile yet she was lethal.” “That is the nature of man, James.” Lance retorted and sighed with regret and disappointment. He was still in denial about Vivian’s true identity. She was the other Santana twin who had gone missing after the raid on their camp three years ago. The Santana twins were a notorious car robbery syndicate in Flora. They led a group of youngsters in the business of mugging people and stealing their cars. These cars were either dismantled with different parts sold off to scrap and car dealers or they had their colors and plates numbers altered for resale. But there was something confusing about these girls; they came from a wealthy politician’s family

I told Caleb that his twin had been missing for a long time—that something tragic had happened during their birth, and we thought we lost one of them, but now, by the grace of the Moon Goddess, he had returned. “He looks like me,” Caleb said thoughtfully as he stood a few feet from the boy, who sat at the table staring at his bowl of fruit without touching it. “You share the same blood,” I told him. “You were born together. He’s your other half.” Caleb smiled. “I always wanted a twin.” I placed my hand on his shoulder and smiled, warm and motherly. “And now you have one.” They sat together for a little while, Caleb speaking easily, childlike in his excitement, while the boy—Calen—just listen

“I grew up knowing I was the secret. The one erased. The backup.” Silence swallowed the space between them. “And now?” Ariana asked. The twin’s eyes hardened. “Now there’s only room for one of us.” The gun didn’t waver. Behind Ariana, Mason whispered, “Don’t move.” The twin inhaled slowly. Then— Sirens wailed in the distance. Police. Close. Very close. For the first time— The twin’s expression shifted. Not fear. Calculation. She smiled again. “You still don’t understand,” she said softly.