Twin Sister Joy Green Novels & Stories

All of us embracing as we weep in joy. Not only are they healthy, we get to welcome two beautiful additions to our family. "I'll leave you all to celebrate for a bit, I'll be back to draw some blood soon" Dr Green says softly, backing out of the room and shutting the door behind her softly. "They're safe" I manage around sobs, "We are going to have twins", "There is nothing better than having a twin" Tristan beams, patting Nathanial on the back as we all laugh together. We stay like that for several minutes; all of us celebrating and enjoying having this moment of joy together.

She gets up close and person in my face and is walking in circles around me like she is inspecting. “Umm…Hi Joy.” “Forgive me. You look so much like your sister, it’s uncanny. If she was the same age as you I would think you were twins.” There is a young man next to her who rolls his eyes and pulls his sister next to him. They both have beautiful hair the shade of lavender with their cat-like yellow eyes that almost appear gold. The boy is way taller with Joy more my height but I could swear they are twins with how similar their features are.

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.

she answered, “I’m not following” “Zelena, baby, you had a sister. A twin sister” she said with more firmness. I could hear the words just fine. I couldn’t quite grip onto them though. They just weren’t computing. This can’t be true. I have a sister, a twin sister. What does that all mean? Is the prophecy not about my babies, is it actually about me? “Thats not funny” I sneered, “I’m not telling any jokes” Lunaya snipped back,

My life was finally my own and not ruled by my mother, and I was going to enjoy every moment of it, with my sister by my side. --- I was almost bouncing in my seat with excitement as I arrived at my sister’s house. There were two cars in the driveway; I knew one was Stevie’s beat-up old Mini, but I had no idea who owned the other. As I got out of my truck, I heard the front door swing open. My sister came running out to greet me. She looked as beautiful, as always. She was the better-looking twin, with long brown hair and hazel eyes—with no weird yellow ring around her pupils. She had a slim figure with curves in all the right places, and even in a plain white V-neck shirt and a pair of worn

It was all so perfect. Until it wasn’t. It happened in an instant. One moment, Tessa had been sitting on a beach towel, sipping from a coconut, chatting with Maya and Emma when Gendry's voice cut through the conversation. “Where are the twins?” Tessa’s head snapped up. Her eyes scanned the shore, the umbrellas, the crowd of family members. No sign of Joyce or Jocelyn. Her heart jumped to her throat. “Joyce? Jocelyn?” she called, turning in circles.

They wore their favorite colors, as they always did. Joy, who was nineteen, wore a black dress. Her blonde wavy hair was neat to perfection, and her brown eyes shone with excitement. She couldn't go to last year's event due to an illness, but she was ready to make an appearance. That was her statement the previous night over dinner. Amy and Anna, who were a year apart, wore pink ball gowns that seemed too heavy to move in. I was grateful I wasn't born female. And Tina wore blue, matching the color of our eyes. Amy, Tina, and I looked like our mother, while my older sister, Joy, and Anna got our father's brown eyes instead. None of us got his jet black hair, though.

"You... you can't do this to me! We're sisters! We're twins!" "Sisters?" I leaned down, my lips close to her ear. "Tell me, sister. In our last life, when you plunged that silver dagger into my heart, did you think of us as family then?" Her eyes widened. "Last life? What are you talking about?" "Of course you don't remember. Only I remember that cold winter night," my voice broke. "You killed me with your own hands. " "You're insane!" She shook her head wildly. "You're talking nonsense!"

She moaned in sadness, “the only time that I’m waiting patiently is the time of my death, people that I love have gone one by one… my husband and then recently my twin sister Jacqueline…” ‘Jacqueline… that name sounds familiar…’ Jeremiah thought. Sister Ramona then sat next to sister Jocelyn and comforted her, “please calm down, Sister Jocelyn, I believe that your twin sister is already resting peacefully in heaven.” Sister Jocelyn could not hold her tears anymore, she sobbed with her covering her face, “Why did those cursed bandits attack her? Why?” ‘I remember her now.’ Jeremiah clapped his hand silently, “Excuse me, do you mean your twin sister was the one who passed away three months ag

We held each other, both crying, both laughing. “You’re my sister,” Green said into my shoulder. “Not by blood, but by choice. And I love you.” “I love you too. So much.” When we finally pulled apart, Green picked up the check again, staring at it like she was trying to memorize every detail. “Ovee is going to lose his mind when I tell him,” she said, laughing. “He’s going to think I’m joking.” “Take a picture. Send it to him right now.”