Twin Mates Bed Novels & Stories

That's like fucking insane. Everything in his bedroom including the wall and floor was a sparkling white, and comparing to mine? It was twice in size and width with a double king size bed in the centre of the room. A black and white duvet folded neatly on top of it. My eyes darted around and met with the twin size table seating by the left with another smaller desk housing his apple laptop to the right.

All these years, I believed I was destined to die alone, then out of the blue, I find that I am mated to the brother of the man who rejected me, after using me, just for his personal gain. It was indeed a cruel fate. I sighed again. “About what?” He asked as I kept my gaze on him. I knew he was aware of the connection we had. If he was going to reject me, he might as well do it now, I never claimed to be ready for a relationship, especially with the twin brother of the father to my kids. “The fact that we are mates, for example.” I said and he finally raised his head to look at me. “Ah, I see. I know. I’m not a dimwit, how else would I be able to work in investigation. I know that you and I

I felt two pairs of eyes burning into me, and I let out a shaky sigh. Glancing around, I met Curt and Knox’s eyes. They sat across the chair from mine, their black eyes looking directly into mine. Sitting this close to them was both a boon and a bane. It was a blessing because I had a much better perspective of them. They were much more intoxicating up close. They were identical twins— full eyebrows, followed by long eyelashes and plump lips. Sitting there alone, I tried to choose between the two, but it was impossible. I couldn't decide between them because they were both so handsome.

I can feel my cheeks burning. “Yes. Do you expect us to sleep in a different room?” He asked and chuckled before he headed inside while removing his coat and tie. I was left outside, gulping and clenching my cold hands. I followed him to our room. When he opened the door and we both came in, I quickly smelled how manly it was. There is a king size bed in the middle. A couch on the side. A vanity mirror on the left side, where everything I need is surely there.

Phoenix said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. They stayed a few more moments, until her breathing slowed and the glow of her violet eyes dimmed beneath her lashes. ⸻ The Royal Wing – Moments Later Back in their shared bedroom, the twins settled into bed, side by side but separated by the bookshelves and rich drapes that divided their space. The stone walls were lined with war banners, training medals, and faded sketches of battles they used to act out with Ruby, Alex, Tyler, and the girls when they were younger.

she cut me off after. Umm ok that's weird, she doesn't talk much since the rejection, which I understand it's not everyday your mate rejects you for your twin, so hearing her talk makes me go on high alert again. I look around the apartment again and see if anything is missing nothing seems out of place, I should know since I put certain things in certain places ever since that perv Mr. Jones came into my apartment and stole some of my underwear. Ugh it still gives me the creeps thinking about it. I shake my head trying to get those disturbing thoughts out while I finish checking over the whole place because you can never be sure, especially where I live. Finally when I'm done I start gett

Kadeem sat down on the brown tufted chair next to the guest bed Mateo was using. "Well, then," Mateo said, his tone dripping in acid. "If his Highness is in such desperate need for -" He grabbed for the alarm clock next to the bed, spinning it so it faced him. "2:37 AM hypnosis, then I live to serve!" Kadeem growled. "Could you can the sarcasm, please?" Mateo crossed his arms like a petulant child. "Fine," he said. "Let's get this over with so I can go back to sleep."

So, I predict a healthy and sustained sex life for our future. Which was another thing. Sharing a bed. I haven’t shared a bed with Henrik since we got too big to share a crib. We’re twins and shared the womb, but we needed our own space. It took till we turned thirteen to convince our parents to give us separate bedrooms. And now? Now, we were going to have a lifetime of sharing a bed. At least there will always be a sexy blonde in the middle of the bed.

We load my baby with our stuff. Yes, I call my truck my baby. It's a Dodge Ram 2500 fully loaded, with a 6.7L turbo diesel. I got it with a lift kit fully loaded in Hydro blue. She is my baby and will be until I find my mate. I have a twin, Luca. Neither of us has found our mate yet. It is not from a lack of trying. "We don't have all day, bro; now hurry up, "I hear Luca from the passenger side of the truck. I throw my stuff on the back and jump in the driver's seat. No one drives baby but me.

I blew a breath out of my nose, trying to understand what was happening. Mates, MATES?! Plural. Hot, sexy, delicious, mates; and I had two. How was this possible? This was unheard of, unacceptable, but I couldn't deny the pull toward them both. They were obviously as flustered and confused as I was, I saw both of their nostril's flare as they took in my scent. While I couldn't see Zach's pupils as his eyes were too dark, Mike's dilated noticeably. His mouth turned up at the corner, into a slight smirk.