Twin Story Novels & Stories

Wren asked then Robin asked, “Who is the older one? Oh, we have so many questions to ask you.” “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t know you were twins until I saw you both together and I have never met another set of twins in my life. Chase, my twin brother is the older twin but by a minute and a half we are what you call New Year babies, he was born on the stroke of midnight, and I was born shortly after,” I tell them. Taking another sip of my coffee, I ask them “Have you guys never met any other twins too?” They look at each other then they shake their heads. “I’ll get him on the phone right now,” I dig out my phone and pull up the number I am looking for. Pressing the call button, I put i

Grinding my jaw so hard my head aches. When Reid and I were five, we woke up one morning and my mum was suddenly gone…only to find out she had remarried the man she loved, apparently she left him to accept her family's proposal with my Dad's family. A marriage of convenience, and they had divorced secretly without our knowledge. I never hated her, nor hated that she left…it's just—she never contacted us, only for the news of her illness to come two years ago…she wanted to see us.

"That's why we need each other." The twins are sixteen. The architecture and the story. Between them, the whole argument.

She hummed in approval, her feet implanted next to his body. “This was Dads and Tino’s favorite hiding spot.” He lightly chuckled at the emerging memory. “When you twins weren't born, dad always used to bring him here to get away from everything,” He paused tilting his head until his greens were aligned on the sky, “Dad always wanted babygirls, so whenever he came here he would always pray to the one who painted this beautiful view. And luckily you both were born. It was the best day of our lives,” Alfonso closed his eyes and inhaled a deep breath.

She was still bragging in the chat, saying, "She's my son's free nanny. I'll let her raise him after giving birth—pretending they're twins. This way, I can focus on my career. A woman's place isn't at home; a career is what truly matters! I've invested too much in conceiving alone. Only useless women become full-time moms!" Many in the chat agreed with her, though a few questioned her claims, and she snapped right back at them. I alone sat frozen, staring at her background photo with unease prickling through me. The picture was taken in my neighborhood, and the ring on that hand around her waist was identical to my husband Scott Camden's. What terrified me more was the memory of my doctor te

Chapter 24 is complete. Enjoy :) ... "When I was a kid, I mean when both Vadim and me were a kid, our father once told us a story about his grandfathers who was also born a twin like both of us did. They were inseparable and basically share everything together. Their father even decides to build two throne and choose both to be Kings and they have no problems with that. There was no rivalry, no competition nor jealousy among them. It was fine because they were brothers, they love each other. Somewhere along the line, their will was tested when a woman came into their life and they find out that the woman was both of their mates. It's common but not for the royal family."

It was clouded with my juices and I silently swore to keep the treasure for him alone. My mind went wild with imaginations as he gently dropped me on the ground. He had been my brother few hours ago but turned mate. There are things even in my reslience I had not thought of. The thought of ever becoming a Luna had never crossed my mind. Even as I we parted ways and I walked back to my 'hell' I had to pinch my skin to reassure myself that it was not a mere dream. I lay down on the cold floor again. This time with a smile... not hide my pains but to ease my synergy. It was like an ointment to my soul that would keep me going like a nuclear -powered system.

His eyes are pinned on our interlocked hands, to our wedding rings that shimmer in the dim light. “Killian, I-“ “Have I ever told you that there hasn’t been a pair of twins born in our pack for over a century?” The questions came kind of suddenly and I feel a little confused. My brows narrow, but he smiles. “There’s a story circling around, a bit of a myth by now that twins are bad omens.” The smile turns bitter and I feel my heart a little heavy. “They speak of death and tragedy. To the point that for decades, when a couple was expecting twins, they’d usually abort and try again…” the smile fades and his eyes narrow in a deep frown.

He threw the question to the floor but there was only silence that greeted his question but he didn't seem to mind. He let out a bitter laugh and continued his story. "They chose to drown your child. When the older twin found out.He was furious as little as he was. He knew he had to do something so when his parents weren't looking he slipped sleeping pills into their food one they would forever remember as their last meal.As a kid you know, measurement were not really our thing.So he played around with the arats poison in the process didn't know that when his parents had "slept" they had passed on but he didn't care.All he cared about was his brother and how he could get him out of there so

And some families were meant to begin exactly like this – with rain and thunder and racing hearts, with broken speed records and broken protocols, with tears and laughter and satellites spinning overhead, carrying the news to everyone who'd helped make this moment possible: The twins had arrived. And they'd done it their way. Just like their parents. "They're perfect," Lucas whispered, counting tiny fingers and toes. "Of course they are," Sophia murmured, already drifting. "They're ours." Because sometimes the best stories started in the middle of storms. And sometimes love was born between lightning strikes. Two heartbeats at a time. Right on their own perfect schedule.