Twin Story Novels & Stories

After a tense silence, he finally began to explain the truth. Neal and Daley were twin brothers, and both had fallen in love with the same girl. But the girl only loved the older brother, Neal. Heartbroken, the younger brother, Daley, decided to step aside for their happiness. However, on his way out of their lives, Daley got into a car accident and tragically died. The girl, consumed by guilt, blamed herself for his death. The overwhelming remorse led her to develop a mental condition, where she often imagined that Daley was still alive. At times, she would even mistake Neal for Daley.

The car slowed down and I realized that I had spent the entire trip home ranting about my problems in school. “Let's go inside and I'll tell you everything I know,” my mom said to me and I nodded my head at her words. Mum made me eat before she began to tell me what I needed to know. “About the twin thing. Yes, you are a twin. We didn't tell you because we didn't get your sister. The story was that she was kidnapped and since our adoption paperwork wasn't filled with the correct people, there wasn't much to be done. It was already a huge risk adopting you, we certainly didn't need the spotlight on us,” mum said to me and I felt everything tilt for a second.

“You don’t get to decide things like that! Not about him. Not about us.” The twin finally looked at her fully. “You still think this is an us story,” she said quietly. Selene froze. “And it isn’t?” she whispered. The twin exhaled slowly. “It’s a survival story.” Her fingers lifted, brushing the air between them. Symbols flared faintly—old, binding runes Selene recognized with a sick twist in her gut. “No,” Selene breathed. “You didn’t.” “I anchored him.” Selene staggered back as if struck.

(THE TWINS) “A twin born in the celestial year as the other is a boy is a curse!” Screaming the rule and more than a belief, an elder cry her anger upon the birth of the twin where the destined one is the blessing, and the other is the curse. The future maiden born on a blessed day after a thousand years is the long-awaited child everyone in the clan is looking forward to since the day that she is conceived, but with the unexpected curse, their clan considers it to be she is paired by the twin that should not exist.

I will have sex with a complete stranger—to the man that my twin is supposed to marry. “Are you leaving?” My mother asked when we were about to leave. Theodore paid his respect to my mother and eyed me for a moment. “I'll go inside first,” he uttered and finally let go of my hand. “You're doing well,” she commented, wearing that strange smile. I can tell that she was not happy—she’s probably not. My twin just died and we are here, attending her supposed wedding. “I might be your stubborn daughter, Mom…but please, don't worry about me. I got this. I always got this,” I assured her and held her hands.

We sat down and I decided that I will tell Alex about my past so I said "I was born in a big and happy family. Me and my sister Josephine are heterozygous twins. I have three older brothers. When me and my sister were born my sister was sick and I was healthy. Because I was healthy my parents didn't welcomed my birth as according to them I stole my sister's nutrition. So their neglect and hate towards me started. They never staright away said that but their actions were more than enough. With their behaviour my brothers also followed. They even used to hit me sometimes for Josephine. My grandparents were the worst because whenever they were around I was locked inside my room . I was never al

“Madonna mia. Look at you. You’re huge.” Emilia swatted her arm, laughing. “It’s been a month! What did you expect?” “Twins or not, you look like you’ve swallowed a melon,” Isadora teased, but her voice was soft with awe. She rested a hand gently over Emilia’s stomach. “They’re really in there. Alive. I can’t believe it.” “They’re fighters,” Emilia whispered, her hand covering Isadora’s. “Just like us.” Their laughter dissolved into another tight hug, the kind only twins could share—the kind that stitched together every wound, every scar.

But how exactly can I ask them of that if I'm not honest with them myself? God, I'm a fucking hypocrite. But how can I even attempt to tell them? My shitty life would push even them away. And if they were somehow not completely disgusted by me, then the continuous lies would push them away from me. They have made it very clear that they put honesty above everything. They once told me that most of the people they killed were people who had lied to them. I guess that makes all three of us fucking hypocrites. The twins spend nearly an hour in their office, having whatever secret conversation they decided on having today. It's now nearly twelve, which means it's nearly time for them to head into

It has always been there, even before we knew what it was. Cael presses his forehead to mine because the tunnel is too small to move. His breath is hot on my face because he is close. The blood on our hands is sticky between us because we are still holding on. The voice comes back and says, “A twin bond cannot break,” and the words land inside my head, not my ears. It says, “It can only be transferred,” because that is the old law, and “One heart must carry it alone,” because two hearts will burn out by the full moon.

he asked his twin brother as he came out form the bathroom in this bathrobe. "When did you you two get the party started?" He asked amused while sliding his robe and walk over to us. No more words were needed as I turned seeking soft lips with my own. The outside world with its unending troubles and courtly facades slipped away until only this breathless union mattered. For now we were just Ella and Aiden and Jayden. The Second Twins Mates in Centuries. Our story was a long one, full of love, Separation, betrayal, hurt and blessed with a beautiful angel.