Romans & histoires Twin Sister Joy Green

I then sat back in my chair and zone out into my own thoughts, there was no way that I was going to sit there and listen to miss prissy pants, Amber, ramble on. *** Cassie was a beautiful and kind girl. She had stunning blue eyes and long, wavy, light blonde hair. She had this cute little freckle on her nose too. Her twin sister Jessie's facial features looked almost exactly the same as Cassie's, except that she had green eyes and even lighter blonde hair. They used to be stuck together like glue when they were little. They never went anywhere without one another. They even used to dress the same, it was really cute, but that all changed when we were thirteen.

She was beautiful, with a silver tattoo on her neck. The twins looked like smaller versions of Declan. Both with black hair, passed their ears. They had blue eyes like their siblings, but with crooked smiles. By the looks of them, they were the goofballs of the family. Jenson had green eyes with blonde hair. He was muscular but no where near Declan. He was a little shorter as well, but he was still very handsome. "She doesn't look so good." one of the twins says, pointing to my flushed cheeks as my eyes tried to adjust to the people in the room.

I said playfully to him, and a smile creeped onto his face. “So, Miss Thomas are you his new flavor of month?” Joyce says and I turn to her. She was about five years older than me with dyed long blonde hair and a fake tan. She was pretty with a barbie doll look going on and you could tell she was trying hard for that look and I sensed jealousy in her voice. “I’m his sister’s best friend since grade school.” I tell her putting the fake barbie in her place. “Oh. I’m sorry I didn’t know.” Joyce says as she comes around the desk and says, “Let’s get you to HR to fill out your paperwork.”

Laila Bright smiles lit up the faces of two lovely girls. One was tall and lean with dark brown hair and brown eyes, while the other was shorter, with brown hair and striking green eyes, the same as Mrs. Montgomery. Their high cheekbones, button noses, and full lips made it clear that they were siblings. They reminded me of my sister, though Linda was blonde. A warm feeling tugged at my heart as I thought of my baby sister. Well, she wasn’t a baby anymore, but to me, she was always that chubby-cheeked little girl.

"Everyone, make our sisters welcome." I felt my heart stop. It's not that the twins were overly impressive to look at or anything. They were identical in every way, right around five foot four, with ordinary brown hair and brown eyes. They dressed as average, normal people in simple jeans and sweaters and neither of the fifty-year-old women wore a stitch of makeup. They both had tight, pinched faces, like stereotypical shrews. You could tell by the feel of them they were both single and happy about it.

She’s old enough to travel a lot, earn enough to travel, but it surprised me to know that this was her first time stepping out of the US. I now understand why this was one of her requests. Traveling for her is fun whenever she’s with her friend, and this was the only way she could be with Ms. Brooks and Eve. I enjoyed watching Mr. Green, I only notice now how her big green jade eyes changed shade based on her emotions. Whenever she shows excitement, it turns emerald green and whenever she’s shocked or surprised; they turn olive green. Evan laughed as he watched Ms. Green pose for the photo. She loves pictures, and I followed her IG account when she came back to work. I learned that she loves

The only difference is that she is older than Kate while Erica is my twin sister. “Talk about the girl that talked big, when I was with her whereas she actually locked her sister behind the gates of the Jacksons. You know, that could be violation of property, you know right?” I say with a smirk and Lei playfully smacks my shoulders. We laugh at each other when we are about to enter the hate and Rein's car is driving out. I nearly stop in my track but I keep moving with my eyes on him. He’s so refreshing as always, putting on an orange suit. His hair was styled to fall on the sides of his face, exposing his adorable forehead that waters for a kiss.

She laughed softly, leaning into him like it was the most natural thing in the world. “At first, when he recognized me as his mate, he actually thought I was you. He got all excited and confused—” she giggled, “but I explained it wasn’t me he’d known, and I was, in fact, your twin sister.” I muttered a small “Oh” and told them I was happy for them. The words came easily. There was no tremble in my voice, no bitter taste of a lie on my tongue. For a second, I thought… maybe I meant it. Maybe my heart had finally surrendered, quietly choosing peace over pain.

his tone was an obvious dismissal. I didn’t allow the pain phase me as I knew my sister would be up soon so I quickly made her special green juice that she drinks every morning. I had poured it into her glass when she gracefully came down the stairs. My sister- Brittany- and I are twins although she is older by a few minutes. We look nothing alike though; I have very curly brown hair that is a nightmare to tame and hazel eyes while she has long blond hair and icy blue eyes. She is also tall and slender while I am shorter and have more curves. I have been told I look like our mother who died a few years back but she is a splitting image of our father.

But this time… She wasn’t going to John. She was going to set something else in motion. She found Sister Maria near the chapel. Alone. Praying quietly. Joy paused for a moment. Then stepped forward. “Sister,” she said softly. Sister Maria opened her eyes slowly. “Yes, Joy?” Joy lowered her gaze respectfully. “I wanted to ask you something.” Sister Maria studied her. “What is it?” Joy hesitated. Just enough to seem uncertain. Careful. Calculated.