Twins From Ouran Host Club Novels & Stories

One twin needed to fall. Would we destroy each other? Or defy fate?.

I opened and took out the first book. “Do you have a spare pen?” Sam asked and I nodded. “Yeah, please wait–” “Omg! The twin brothers are here!” “Hunter is so hot!” “I wish it was me in place of Vanessa beside Ryder!” A sudden commotion erupted in the hallways. I stopped taking out my stuff and turned around to see the infamous twins. Soon my ears felt like bleeding by how the girls were going crazy over them. However, their presence was unavoidable. Their magnetic features drew the attention of the crowd as they walked through the halls. I couldn't help but steal a few glances because it was almost impossible to ignore such different presences.

Zeke snapped. “THE TWINS ARE ON THE INTERNET!”

I intendedly said that with sarcasm. “Ouch,” she pretended like she really hurt inside. “Didn't you miss your twin sister?” I chuckled and shook my head. “How can I miss the woman who has the same face as mine? The only difference we have is our hair color,” I mentioned and tilted my head. Bria Barbara, my twin sister. I was serious when I said that the only difference we have is our hair color. Why? Her hair is orange that goes well with our milky smooth skin, while my hair is just a simple brown hair.

With every stolen glance and tender touch, they discovered new layers of one another, forging an unbreakable bond that defied the boundaries of their existence. However, in the depths of their stolen moments, Damien, Celeste's ever-watchful twin brother, began to sense a change within her. His vampire senses heightened, his instincts honed to detect even the subtlest shifts in energy. The once vibrant sparkle in Celeste's eyes seemed clouded, replaced by a distant longing that piqued his suspicions.

She flew her arm over my shoulders and rushed me out and towards our first class, History. "Try not to miss me too much" She joked as i took my seat she she rushed to take hers, across the room. Sitting in the noisy class waiting for the teacher to arrive I notice a familiar face walk in the class. Noah Fox, one of the Alpha's twin boys. One of the future Alphas.

"You’ve always been too smart for your own good, Rowan. That’s the problem with your personality. You don't just sit still and look pretty." "Being 'pretty' didn't save me from a silver blade," I spat. "Now, talk. What is a Moon-bound wolf, and why are you two so obsessed with what's in my veins?" The room went silent. The twins exchanged a long, heavy look—that silent language they shared that always made me feel like an outsider in my own life. Finally, Marcus stepped forward.

The male lead of the novel was my husband, Trevor, who was still overseas handling a crisis. The biggest villain was the man clinging to me. He was Trevor's identical twin brother, whom he had never mentioned. His name was Kayden Blackwell. The comments were endless. [Twin brothers falling for the same woman? This is so exciting!] [Jasmine really got the short end of the stick. She's just a tool, but hey, she's pretty, so I guess it's worth it!] [Kayden's love is so obsessive! His possessiveness is off the charts, and Trevor's restrained devotion is just as addictive! Once the brothers reconcile and join forces in business, Jasmine can gracefully exit!]

"They’re twins." The mist around them seemed to solidify, pressing in on Annie from all sides. "Twins," she repeated numbly. "Yes." Ahnika's expression softened with memory. "Born minutes apart. Annitore first, screaming like she wanted to burn the world down even then. And Owaine second, so quiet I thought he was dead until he opened his eyes and looked at me, like he could see straight through to my soul." She wrapped her arms around herself, lost in the past.

CHAPTER ONE “I need you to pretend to be me.” The words hit me harder than the rain splattering against my kitchen window. I gaped at the woman before me. A woman I hadn't seen in eleven years. My exact replica. My twin sister. Except Arla Morrison looked nothing like the girl who had disappeared before sunrise, the morning of our eighteenth birthday with stolen cash and broken promises. She looked expensive now. Untouchable. Dressed in a cream cashmere that could pay my rent for five years, diamonds whose price certainly cost a kidney glittered against perfectly manicured finger, while my lights flickered like they were seconds away from dying.