Romans & histoires Twin Sister Of He-man

“And Astrid?” “I haven’t confirmed she’s the mother,” he said. “But there’s a woman. They call her Liana. She keeps to herself. Blonde. Huge scars on her shoulder. She might be the Alpha's sister.” My hands clenched. “That’s her,” I whispered. Kai said nothing. He never reacted to emotion—he wasn’t built for it, and that's why he's always the best man for my jobs. “Where are they now?” I asked, my voice emotionless.

“No need to—” Just then, another blur of auburn burst through the onlookers. A second girl, identical down to the freckles and the frayed hem of her dress, skidded to a halt beside them, panting hard. “Let her go!” the newcomer snapped, yanking her sister’s arm from Riven’s grip with surprising strength. “We were just playing; she didn’t mean to cross the path!” They were twins. I saw it in the way the silent one clung to her sister’s sleeve, and the way the sharp-tongued one shielded her with her body. The speaking twin glared at Riven, then at me, chin high.

She completed. “Who are you and why is your other half following me?” She asked. “Oh, I see you’ve met my twin sister human.” She said with a quirky smile. Anna and Ariana, the twins of the Red Blood Vampires of the south, sly women who could get anything they wanted. Anna, the one in front of me was an inch taller in her full black outfit of leather pants and turtle necks that cover up most of her skin, her straight long hair framed her oval face and her lips were coated red. Classic.

This statue was a beautiful blue dragon with a majestic blue crown on its head and azure blue eyes. Within the palace were three figures entwined in a fiery encounter. Of the three, two were humans. The other was a phantom of a small red dragon. The two humans had identical appearances, for they were twins, yet their auras were different. One of the twins had an aura similar to the blue dragon’s, whilst the other was a spitting image of the red dragon. These twins were Jake and John – Mane’s closest friends.

Without wasting a second, he placed a hand around Breanna's waist. "Breanna, my mom, Helen and sister, Martha." He motioned to both of the smiling women in front of him, pulling her closer. "His twin sister!." Martha corrected. Breanna gasped. "Yes they look nothing alike." His mom, Helen chimed in her clear British accent. Je saw Breanna's ear twitch, in surprise even though he had told her about it. "But doesn't mean they were less trouble." "So this is your birthday too?." Breanna asked Martha.

He’s always the perfect Alpha, never showing a chink in his armor. My sister has been assigned to Alpha Cohen, and I think she’s pretty happy about that. He’s very different from Emerson, just as my sister and I, for all our similarities, are very different. We’re fraternal twins, but we’re also best friends and leaving her is going to be the hardest part of all of this.

"Asides being very beautiful, she was also ruthless " Unlike Cindy , her twin sister Cathy was more of a business woman, she had her own share of beauty although not as beautiful as her sister but she looked a little attractive.They were both born on the same day with Cindy coming out first before Cathy, and they weren't identical at all but you could always tell they were sisters from their visible appearances .

They’re lovely. “Welcome, Lisa,” she mumbled. “He is my elder brother, whom I was telling you about,” Dave chipped in. “There’s my lousy twin sister, Debbie... She’s an asshole.” I turned toward the other version of Dave in human form. She is so beautiful. I turned towards him, surprised. He has a twin! “You have a twin?” “Yeah... Surprise?” He replied, staring daggers at her. “She’s a bitch, so I don’t bother telling people about her.”

An authoritative female voice said, "What are you looking at, slave girl?" I was shocked that I had gotten busted staring at a woman and spun around. When I did, I was face to face, or should I say face to large breasts, of what I can only describe as my fantasy woman's doppelganger except she was dressed as a police woman. A very sexy police woman whose costume was complete with a fake (hopefully) gun, handcuffs and a billy club hanging from her belt. Like the girl I had been ogling, she too was tall with red hair only she was wearing dress shoes as demanded by her costume so she was about three inches shorter. But her breasts were no less impressive and no less exposed by the open buttons

He raised an eyebrow at me. Are you scared? He asked. But I stayed silent. He sighed. I won't hurt you. I swear, on my sister's life, he said. I frowned. Does he even have a sister? As if he read my mind, he pointed across the room. I looked and saw a portrait of a woman who looked exactly like him. Same black hair, same green eyes. She basically had his face, just the female version. That's my twin sister, Abigail. He announced. I glanced at the picture one more time before looking back at him.