Twins Novels & Stories

My birth date. I stare at the photograph for a long time. I turn it over and over in my hands. I look at the two infants—they’re identical in every visible way. Same size. Same position. Same features. Two babies who should not exist together. Two babies who are impossibly, improbably the same. Twins. The word forms in my head and I can’t seem to get it to leave.

(Joelene) "Yeah!..nothing wrong with it right?..". (Joana) The Twins were known, to not only a good students but also habitual fighters around the Aeternum Academy High School. Known to always goes around dressing like a gal otome and beating up kids that tried to hurt any female students.

Sometimes God really does give with both hands. The ponytailed twin is athletic looking, like she knows her way around a gym. I can see her toned thigh muscles working under her yoga pants as she walks and my wolf practically howls. I can barely tear my eyes away from her for a moment to check out the other twin with the hipster glasses, who seems a bit out of place at training camp. She’s wearing jeans, for pete’s sake. “What’s the story with the twins?” I murmur quietly to Theo. He’s watching them too, practically drooling.

They were cruel on another level. The boys turned around and slowly their eyes met my. Dammit! Now I'm going to get it. The twins were your typical popular boys. Drop dead gorgeous, they both have a jawline, six pack and no matter what shirt they would wear you would always see their muscular bodys underneath. They had midnight dark hair and beutiful blue eyes. They were also captain of ever team and ever sport. I got off the ground and muttered a small sorry. "Aww the poor child fell down, how sad. Maybe we should call her family, o wait you don't have a family do you?" One of Sarah's friends said. Everybody started focusing on us. All the

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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.

“Did I forget to mention? You’re having twins.” The labor was intense but mercifully short. And when it was over, Zade and Zarek found themselves holding two perfect baby girls, each with a dusting of dark hair and eyes that were already starting to show hints of gold, their wolf heritage shining through. “They’re beautiful,” Astrid whispered from the bed, exhausted but glowing with happiness. “Just like their mother,” Zade said softly, bringing one of the babies to her. “What should we name them?” Zarek asked, cradling the other tiny bundle carefully.

Now they were surer that Kent was really the father of the twins because Kent looked the same as Aiden, they thought they were just imagining things that Aiden looked like Kent before but now they are sure because the two are in the same place. “Ate Alizha!” The twins said happily and ran to hug it which made Alizha happy because she just saw the twins again. (A/N: Ate means big sis) “Wow twins you are here! We haven't seen each other in a while,” Alizha said to the twins how often they and their mommy only do work so they don't see y

“No, that's not happening. Ryker, I didn't sign up for...are you in any way insinuating...” “Twins, yes, twins.”

“Madonna mia. Look at you. You’re huge.” Emilia swatted her arm, laughing. “It’s been a month! What did you expect?” “Twins or not, you look like you’ve swallowed a melon,” Isadora teased, but her voice was soft with awe. She rested a hand gently over Emilia’s stomach. “They’re really in there. Alive. I can’t believe it.” “They’re fighters,” Emilia whispered, her hand covering Isadora’s. “Just like us.” Their laughter dissolved into another tight hug, the kind only twins could share—the kind that stitched together every wound, every scar.

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.