Novel & Cerita Twin Soul Books

“Being the other soul.” “Hard. It is a hard thing.” She replied. “It is like living in a dark void in your own life, just ahead of you if you view the world through the eyes of the main soul– beautiful and bright, hopeful and happy. But no matter how fast or far you walk, you would be stuck in the black void around you and that bright view would keep moving in a distance away from you.” “Is that why most twin soul cases turn out like that?” “Like what? Crazy? Tragic?” She asked and he nodded.

she jeered, her laughter sharp in the air. When I didn’t react, her tone got sharper, reflecting her rage. “One of the twins was bound to die… maybe the next one could be you. Because it should have been you, Isla.” Even though her words pierced my heart, I ignored her. I was getting too good at that. The healing and recovery class was small, mostly filled with wolves whose forms were flawed after shifting and those who couldn’t become warriors. As I stepped into the classroom, I felt a small sense of relief wash over me. At least here, I could focus on something I was passionate about.

I returned the book and picked another and on the front page, was body written, 'Moon-Twin bonding; rules and remedy. A smile settled on my lips and I quickly hid the book, returning to my room. I shut the door and sat on the bed, carefully studying the contents in the book. The first chapter read 'Bonding Failure; remedy.' Yes, this was exactly what I needed. 'One, the other twin has to donate a vail of blood to keep the other alive if a problem arises'. I paused, closing the book. A vail of my blood? That shouldn't be something difficult.

The hasty cremation, the evasive answers—I had suspected all along that neither of them had truly died. And after Jeremy's "death," I discovered I was pregnant. With twins. That was when I conceived my boldest plan. I took on the role of caretaker for Jeremy and Janey's supposed illegitimate sons. Under the guise of grief too deep to bear, I retreated to the countryside with them. Two years later, I returned—with my own twins. Everyone believed they were Jeremy's illegitimate children. Even my own parents were deceived. They scolded me for being a fool, and friends mocked me for lowering myself to raise another woman's children.

Three days apart—Ysabel Eldridge must have been dying to see him. Sure enough, Scott didn't even take the car—he ran straight to the building three blocks behind ours. I took a breath and noted the floor where the elevator stopped, a cold smile spreading across my face. 'No wonder I never noticed anything—turns out the two of them were right under my nose. Scott Camden, you really thought this through.' Pulling out my phone, I sent off a message and went home to start packing. The house was full of baby items—two of everything. Looking closely, I finally noticed something strange. Though they were meant to be identical, the quality wasn't the same at all. Even the twin strollers had differen

"Trust me, it's weird enough without you making it weirder." He was silent for a long moment, then he said. "There are old stories, about some twins, they are called soul twins.” “Two beings from the same origin, split apart by choice and fate." I stared at him. "What are you talking about?" "Nothing." He shook his head. "Probably nothing, just... be careful, Luca. Some things are better left buried." He turned and walked away before I could ask more. I didn't go back to the cabin that night, I couldn't face Rafe, the worry in his eyes, the questions I couldn't answer. So I stayed under the oak tree, watching the moon crawl across the sky, waiting for dawn.

Both twins fell back, clutching their faces. "What the f**k?" Solomon wiped a smear of blood from his lip, his yellow eyes wide. "What did you do?" "It’s the bond, you idiot," Phineas rasped, his voice thick with the metallic taste of blood. He forced himself to stand, his legs shaking like a newborn colt’s. "Twin souls. One nervous system. You hit me, you hit yourself. You want to kill me? Go ahead. See who hits the floor first."

Relief washed through me. Without those records, Giovanni could never truly be Giovanni again. He would exist only as Marco, the insignificant twin who had never touched the family's inner circle. The identity he had stolen with such care had just become his prison. After the funeral, Natalia tugged at my sleeve. Her voice dropped to a whisper, sharp with a child's instincts. "Mama, when Uncle Marco touched his nose just now, it was exactly like Papa. And the way he talks, too. It feels the same."

Is this because of my destined partner? Is he the reason behind my pain? Is he in some sort of pain? Am I feeling his pain? Does that mean he really exist? Does that mean there’s someone in this universe whom I can say I belong to whole heartedly? With whom I can unite my body, mind and soul? All these thoughts kept my mind busy, while my heart started getting heavy with each passing second. I started questioning The God this time. Why God? Why isn’t he coming towards me? Why is he hiding from me?

I fell on the chair. He’s right. Nothing changes the fact that he is my brother and my twin. I always thought back in the past that because we are twins, we will live together forever, doing everything together, having each other's backs because that is how twins are to function. But I find myself drifting further away from Eric. It’s even more like we are strangers. God made me the stronger one and him kind of the weaker one. I’m to be his strength and him my weakness. But I don’t have a weakness because everything is my weakness.