Twins Graphic Novels & Stories

But, alas, reality proved to be far different from my dreamy expectations. Ashley was always the better twin with good grades, a spot on the cheerleading squad, beauty, and brains. Even when I did well, she outdid me. She consistently received A's, and if I managed to get an A, she would get an A+. She was asked out by all the cool boys in school, except for Trevor Coleman, who was dating Tiffany. Their relationship always seemed toxic to me, so I disliked them both.

My heart is aching everytime I see that my twin is having a hard time. “Take care of my twin for me,” she said to my secretary before leaving my office. I looked at the invitation again and opened it up. “Theodore Williams,” I read aloud. I wonder how huge his clan that my parents chose him for my twin. “Do you think you can attend the wedding?” My secretary asked. “I mean, the Mafia world doesn't know that Ms. Bria has a twin sister,” she added with a lot of concerns. I chuckled as I realized it. My twin still invited me when she knows that well. It was me who asked my clan to hide it to the world they have.

​But they would be Free. ​"The twins didn't want us to choose between Earth and Stars," Kael whispered, a bloody smile on his lips. "They wanted us to have the power to Silence the fight." ​On the horizon, a massive, deep-space signal began to thrum. The Sterling Dyson-Siren had felt the breach of the Twin-Cache. It wasn't sending drones anymore. ​The High-Board was coming in person.

I inquire, attempting to shift the focus of our interaction to prevent awkwardness in the situation. Alex, my stepbrother, meets my gaze with a polite nod, his expression composed as he responds, "We're here to see the bike race. Some of Tiffany's friends are participating." The tension in the air eases slightly as he offers this explanation, the conversation flowing more smoothly with the introduction of a new topic. The night is alive with the hum of engines and the glow of neon lights, casting an electrifying atmosphere over the drift show. As the car drifting event comes to a close, the focus shifts to the next thrilling spectacle - a high-energy bike race.

“Then do not. Let us go. You do not have to face him.” Even from afar, the tension between the twins was palpable. Kieran had watched us leave, expression relaxed but eyes narrowed, the easy smile masking a storm beneath. Caspian’s lips pressed into a thin line, measured and calm, betraying only the faintest flicker of satisfaction that I had chosen him for now. Their rivalry simmered quietly, ever-present, restrained by the shared truth that we belonged together, and yet constantly threatening to ignite. The drive back was silent except for my ragged breathing. Caspian remained quiet, his calm focus a shield against the chaos in my mind. My wolf relaxed slightly, sensing his composed author

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

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.

"Even more importantly, though, you're comfortable being nude and actually touching each other. I haven't worked with twins before, but I've heard that it can be a little difficult." The pictures continued to slowly drift by, each one just as surprising and sexy as the last. When the last one had rolled by, Alex glanced over at Toni and saw the look of excitement. "I can't believe that was us!" she gushed. "Me either!" Alex added, echoing her sentiment. "That's great to hear!" Camille said. "Can we go ahead and put them up on the website?" Both twins looked at one another for a moment, then back at Camille. "Yes!" they said in unison.

Their hair color ranges from light brown to dark chocolate brown, like Emerson’s. We watch as the sprites weave their magic, somehow getting the flowers into all of the twins’ hair without upsetting anyone. Actually, it’s the opposite, the twins seem happy to watch the sprites as the flit around them. I smile as I watch them periodically lean in and kiss my twins’ cheeks.

"Twins. Of course it's twins. When have we ever done anything by halves?" *I knew it,* Artemis crowed triumphantly in my mind. *I told you I felt more than one!* "Artemis knew," I admitted, stroking Theo's hair as he continued to listen to our children's heartbeats. "She's been insisting it's 'pups' not 'pup' for days." "Smart wolf," Oscar said, finally lifting his head to look at me with wonder-filled eyes. "Smarter than her kings, apparently." Noah sat up, his expression shifting from amazement to determination. "We need to call Dr. Mercer immediately. You'll need specialized care. Twin pregnancies are higher risk, especially after—" He caught himself, respecting my wish not to mention Ser