Twin Strangers Site Novels & Stories

She's a stranger to me, but the mere existence of this photograph confirms that somewhere out there, my twin sister lives. The only detail I have to identify her is the crescent moon birthmark on her shoulder. It's a small, unique feature, but it's the only piece of information I have to cling to in my search. I've scoured records, visited countless places, and questioned those who might have known something, but the trail has been cold, elusive.

she squealed quietly. I tried to keep my expression less excited. "Yes, I don't know how it happened... maybe because they're twins." Under Hedy's puzzled gaze, I awkwardly added, "Sometimes, werewolf twins can share a mate." "Oh my goodness! I haven't even found my mate, and you already have two, and they're super handsome!" Hedy scratched her head in frustration. "Well, it's..." I chuckled nervously. Sometimes, I felt like having Liam and Leander was unreal, like a dream.

And the bride was a no-show. Margaret had vanished, leaving behind the gown, the vows, and the carefully crafted facade. In another life, I might have admired her courage. A hand touched my elbow, and I turned to find Christopher, Margaret's twin, standing beside me, resplendent in his tuxedo. His eyes met mine, a spark of defiance in their depths. "You look like a man at his own execution," he murmured. "Executions are merciful," I replied, my voice barely audible over the officiant's voice.

It unlocked the detached boys' quarters at the far eastern boundary of the rooftop compound an isolated, concrete structure built for security staff and temporary storage, miles away from the warmth of the master balcony. "The boys' quarters," Ava whispered, the words tasting like copper and old iron in her mouth. She raised her eyes, locking her cold, resolute gaze directly onto her husband’s clouded face. "You are banishing your own wife to the edge of the property line because my twin sister knows how to manipulate a network log."

Hesitantly nodding, she approached Lucy who sat with her three other friends. She sat down next to Lucy with an awkward expression. “Guys, this is Seraphina -- she is new. And Seraphina this is Helen, Lacey and Kyle. Lace and Ky are twins.” Lucy introduced them to one and other. Helen was a pretty white blonde. Her locks of hair rested just above her shoulders with striking chocolate brown eyes. Whereas Kyle and Lacey were identical twins -- their dark brown hair curly with sharp green eyes. They all were beautiful. Seraphina blankly stared at them with no emotion, whatsoever. She wasn't a fan of socializing but she felt a bit giddy deep down.

KENNA I woke up alone the next morning to bright sunlight glaring at me and my body tangled between the sheets. Memories of what I did last night came crashing down on me like a heavy wave. I had sex with a stranger. And not only that, but he didn't use protection. "What is wrong with me?" I asked myself in a murmur. I was incredibly careless last night. What if I got pregnant? No way, that couldn't happen. Not in a million years would it ever be possible for me to get pregnant from a one-night stand. I was just worried about nothing.

The instant the words left my mouth, the noisy chatter across the hall died into dead silence. Dozens of stares fixed on me at once, contempt and mockery and idle curiosity tangled together, heavy enough to smother. "Layla, if you're going to lose your mind, at least look around first. This auction is run by the Thorne family." Karina covered her mouth and giggled. "Your territory? Big words. Careful, or you'll come to a very ugly end before the night's out."

They were exactly my type, and the unexpectedness of the encounter only added to the thrill. I cleared my throat, attempting to mask the sudden surge of excitement that had bubbled up within me. These were strangers, after all, and I needed to maintain a sense of composure. I gave them a casual once-over, my voice carrying a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "Who are you, and what brings you here?" The twins exchanged a quick glance, their expressions guarded yet undeniably intrigued. I could practically feel the tension in the air, a blend of caution and curiosity. The one on the left spoke up, his voice smooth but tinged with an air of uncertainty. "We're just passing through."

Title: The Twin Sisters Two twin sisters, Aurélie and Béatrice, physically identical but with very different personalities, are at the heart of this story. Aurélie, recently married to Lorenzo, presents herself to him as an experienced woman, but actually hides her virginity and a deep anxiety about physical intimacy.

a voice piped up as Stripes squeezed against me in an attempt to see the cause of the commotion “why are so many people looking at one woman?” “The Base is becoming childless” one of the strangers spoke without looking at us “Hemlock ordered it just now or something. They strangled one right in front of us too.” “Bastards” the other stranger breathed. “We shouldn’t stick around to watch this” Stripes grimaced and leant away from the railing “we should be laying low.” “You mean you should be” I corrected while more children and babies were thrown onto the growing pile “but maybe we should find Torch as well. You both are only children as well; you should get out of here while you can.”