Twins Are Clones Novels & Stories

He growled at the man. Share her? What does he mean? "And I told you it's not normal for twins to have the same mate in our world." "My world is different than yours. WE WILL NOT JOIN YOUR WORLD." WHAT THE FUCK! "What do you mean it's normal for twins to have the same mate?" I exclaimed. It's crazy! How can I live with two men? No! I won't! The man with brown eyes came out of Ash's hold and straightened his t-shirt, "Twins share a special bond. They are the same in almost all perspectives that sometimes the moon goddess chooses the same mate for them so their powers and energy stay balanced always."

She paused, as if waiting for me to catch up. "Like Carlos said, the correct term is heteropaternal superfecundation. It’s rare, but it does happen. In simple terms: you released two eggs, and two sperm from two different men fertilised them. That’s how you ended up with twins. Extremely rare, about zero point five percent of twin pregnancies—but very possible." She gave a soft smile. "I’m going to be here to guide you. You may ask any questions, and I will also have articles sent to both of your emails so you understand better." I remained still, silently. Carlos seemed at terms with it, as he was already talking to the babies. Theo, just like me, seemed to take it another way. He had sat o

Eyes hard like ice and jaws locked in place– I’ve never seen him so…so angry. “Brax,” Teresa’s voice cuts through the tension and my eyes snap to her. She glides into the room with her intimidating aura as she eyes her sons, planting herself between them. “Yes, I invited him. You two can’t keep living like this. You’re blood. You’re twins.” The word slams into me. Twins. Emily gasps loud enough for everyone to notice her. “Oh my God. No freaking way! He’s your copy? Not a doppelganger? Your–your clone. Indie, are you seeing this?”

Two alphas. One truth. And children whose existence threatened kingdoms. Kaelen met my gaze one last time. “You deserved the truth long ago, Luna.” The moon rose high above us. And I knew — deep in my bones — that nothing would ever be the same again. The man stepped closer, lowering his voice as if the shadows themselves were listening. “The twins are not a mistake,” he said. “They are a design.” Elena’s breath hitched. The words struck something deep in her chest, a quiet terror she had tried not to name. Damien stiffened beside her, his hand drifting instinctively toward his blade.

Because, according to every record, Claire had given birth to twins. Only twins. Yet science was now suggesting something impossible. Somewhere out there— there might be a third sibling.

The night everything changed… Her hand trembled as it moved protectively to her stomach. “I’m sorry…” she whispered, her voice breaking. She didn’t know if she was apologizing to him… Or to the life growing inside her. No. Not just one life. She had felt it. Two heartbeats. Twins. Fear gripped her chest tighter than the cold ever could. If he found out… If the pack found out… She would lose everything. Because she wasn’t meant to carry the alpha’s children. She was nothing more than a servant someone unseen, someone replaceable.

“What's your point in essence? That I'm his biological son?” “You might not be a complete werewolf. Isn't it strange that you didn't shift at the right age, and you had your first shift in the human world without casualties?” She asks. I stared at Ceasor and Miguel. “Pregnancy stage, brother” Miguel mind linked, giving me an apologetic look. “I don't want to think about such a thing. We were born as twins, and we are very indistinguishable, what more could you ask for?”

Tiberius grumbled. “Dude, doors have locks for a reason.” Gunnar shook his head. “Locked doors don’t keep André out.” Katrina and Zoe laughed. Is this how people feel when Gunnar and I talk in unison? It’s freaking me out. At least Gunnar and I have the excuse of being twins for our ability to do that. Zoe isn’t even blood-related to Katrina, and they can do that. Freaky. “Okay, how often do they do that? Cause like we do it, but it’s cute and expected since we’re twins.” Gunnar asked.

However, Alice had forgotten that she was the mother of a set of twins that belonged to a man named Antonio Earliton, who she assumed broke her heart. "Why is papi always jealous, Mamita?" Andrew asked as Alice held them both up, her round, sky-blue eyes making him even cuter; their eye colors were exactly the same and they resembled one another. "Kid, what did you just say? This lowlife has no right to make me jealous."His reply struck a deep chord with Mira, asking why he would refer to her as a lowlife.

Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore. …… Ever since I was little, my grandma always told me, "There’s no one better than a mother." But I always felt like she was lying to me. When I was eight, my mom took forever to come pick me up. When we finally got home, I saw her comforting Gwen Lincoln, my twin sister. We looked almost identical, except I had an extra mole beneath my left eye. "Mom, who is she?" "She’s Kate, your sister from the countryside." Their dissatisfied questioning and cold response left me with a sense of unease.