Twins From Ouran Host Club Novels & Stories

Scott let out a sigh of relief, saying something about how there were people he knew at my regular hospital, and insisted on having me transferred. Only after confirming I was fine did he calm down. "Honey, you're carrying twins—you really have to be careful. Don't go out alone next time." His concern was so earnest that even the doctor nearby remarked, "Your husband's really good to you." "Of course he is. I married him and am carrying his progeny—if he doesn't treat me right, that'll be ungrateful of him, won't it?" The doctor's face turned awkward, and Scott's expression darkened again.

Days, weeks, months, and years passed—time seemed to move so quickly for Clairox and Roxiel. From mischievous little boys full of childish innocence, they had now grown into young men who had entered college. The once simple and innocent appearance of the twins had been shaped by time and experience; their posture became sharper, their eyes more intense, and their charisma far more powerful—something that hardly matched their young age of fifteen.

I delivered my warning before walking away with every intention to leave the crazy woman alone before she infects me with her rabies. " You will never qualify to be the twins' mate. I will always remain their wife and true mate." The lady said, making me halt in my steps. I thought that I heard it wrong or perhaps my ears were playing tricks on me. Walking back to her, I lifted her from the ground roughly. " What did you just say?" I needed to confirm if I heard the right thing. I watched as the woman smiled mockingly at me. " You heard me right. The twins are my husbands. We have been married for years so don't think that being their mate makes you their wife. I am their first love and nobo

The Twins Decide The battlefield was littered with shattered trees, scorched earth, and the echoes of battle still ringing in the night. The twins moved with synchronized precision, their powers resonating in a golden-silver pulse that seemed to bind the chaos around them. One twin knelt beside Damien, placing hands over the deepest gash in his side, energy flowing from their touch, knitting muscle and skin together. Damien gasped and clutched at the wound, but his eyes never left Elena’s, a mix of pain, pride, and unspoken gratitude flickering in their depths.

He hadn't taken his eyes off of the twins who were becoming very nervous. He waited for them to apologize but they showed no sign of remorse at all for their behavior. Tina was an innocent in this, he was sure. Certainly she had been in his bed and he would talk with her about this but the twins obviously had far more experience with clubbing than she did. Yet they appeared oblivious to the reason for his ire.

"Still using your married name so confidently, I see. It almost sounds natural on you, sis." Ava froze completely, the breath catching hard in her throat as the office around her seemed to fade into a blur. She didn't need a formal introduction; she would know that mocking, identical pitch anywhere in the world, even in her worst nightmares. "Amelia?" She stood up immediately, her knees shaking as she stepped away from her desk, frantically looking around before rushing out of the room to find a completely private, isolated corner in the executive hallway. "How did you get this private number? Who gave it to you?" "Relax, sis," Amelia replied, her tone breezy, casual, and utterly detached fr

The hospital could give me vital information that I needed to protect my little snow angels. “We’re really leaving?” asked Owen, looking around my bedroom with huge, knowing eyes. Though my twins weren’t identical, they looked strikingly similar, with their shock of dark hair and big blue eyes – until they started to speak. Owen was quieter, gentler; he was brain over brawn, whereas his brother was strong and quick. I was equally proud of them both: Owen’s IQ had recently been tested, and he’d come out with a score of two-hundred-and-twenty. I hadn’t been able to believe it.

“I don’t think celebrate is an appropriate word for what Alec and I have planned. We plan to worship you, Luna Aurora.” I followed the twins from the party, my cheeks aching from the smile plastered to my face and a fire burning low in my stomach. At the time, I hadn’t fully grasped what the twins had planned. I was swept into muscular arms the moment we entered the house, pinned to the bed with rough hands and heated skin. They snarled and snapped at one another, fighting for the sweetness between my legs. Coarse hands held me down while I thrashed and screamed out my orgasm onto Kade’s tongue, all whilst Alec whispered sweet words of encouragement.

No one dared to speak until Dark raised his right hand in surrender and shook his head. “Okay, okay! I get what you mean. I’ll explain everything to the three of you later, once the twins are gone,” he said to Sky. She immediately smiled like she had just won the lottery. Soon, the twins went upstairs to their room. Left behind were Luna, Sky, Ana, Das, James, Alex, Dark, and me. We went into the library so no one else would overhear our discussion. Once inside, Dark explained to the three women exactly what we had talked about earlier.

That was how they gained the interest of the wolves and soon, they learnt the animal language and their ways. A month passed, the twins were now eleven years old. They've learnt many things about the wolves, how they hunt, communicate with themselves and many other things but they still were not satisfied with that because Taiwo wanted to become the alpha and Keyinde the beta after which they plan to become the king and queen of the jungle. Both of them sat together on a tree branch not far from the wolves' den one evening, watching the alpha as controlled his subjects. Keyinde: I know what you're thinking the way you watch the alpha. You want to become the alpha.