Twins Ouran Host Club Novels & Stories

**Rowan (dry, fond):** “The Oni twins. Big horns. Bigger hammers. The ones who helped build the submersible when we needed to dive for the Twin Thunder Crown mission. The ones who run the academy’s underground bar—The Drunken Oni—and serve drinks strong enough to knock out a dragon.” Kayo huffs a small laugh—ears lowering embarrassed. **Kayo:** “Yeah. Those ones. They’re… protective. Very protective. And they’ve been waiting for the day someone tries to ‘court their little sister.’ Their words, not mine.” She pauses—voice dropping softer, almost shy. **Kayo:** “You’ve met them. They like you—mostly.

Preparing myself for an extensive reading session, I gathered my hair in a ponytail. I perused through several shelves of prophecies until Oscar decided to join me. "Go for W or F," he suggested, leading me to the next set of shelves. Yuna remained calm in Shane's arms, so I wasn't concerned about her. As we arrived at the F shelf, we came across a particular book titled 'Frosters and the Shared DNA Twins.' "Twins?" I furrowed my brow, puzzled by the mention of twins in the title. "Yuna had a twin?" Oscar observed and inquired.

But before me wasn't what she described, everyone just sat in their booth enjoying some drinks while a lone woman danced on the stage around a pole. Eric turned to see I wasn't following behind him and he walked back to stand beside me. "Luna, I'll guide you to where the twins are." He said softly with a gentle smile and led me past everyone who kept staring at me. The girls in the club wore so many skimpy outfits that barely covered anything as they kept hovering around the guys in each booth. I felt my stomach churn in disgust. We walked through a door which had VIP boldly written on it as we entered into a quieter room having less people but more smokers.

She's pretty, Tristan. Two more people burst into the room - those whom Tantario and Aira no longer hoped to see. - Yuka! - Tayudar! The twins cleaned themselves up and saluted happily. - We are glad to see our lord in health! - they both smiled their stunning smiles, and their eyes sparkled with mischief. “And you’re fine without clothes either,” Yuka giggled. - Hey! - Ira was indignant. - Don't touch what's mine! - and immediately became embarrassed by her words.

Olleta , the girl and first-born twin who was a replica of her mother, and Zigfrid, the male and second-born twin who probably took after his father. " They are asleep. Sleeping like angels they are." Dulce smiled. " Must have been a tiring trip for the little ones." " I guess so too. So, tell me, dear one. Becker said, stealing a glance at Dulce. " Tell you what?" " Are you ready?" Dulce smiled. Was she ready? She knew exactly what Becker was asking her. Her aim for returning had revenge in the back of the wheels. She was definitely going to take a piece of everyone who made her look like garbage back in the days.

he said quietly. Eden chuckled. “That’s exactly how trouble walks in—on soft legs and innocent eyes.” €€€€€€€€€€€€¥£££¢¢¢€€¥¥¥¥¥€¢ Anna insisted on a quiet bar. Somewhere calm. Somewhere normal. Rita laughed it off. “A bar?” she scoffed. “Please. You just landed a high-paying job. We’re celebrating properly.” Before Anna could protest again, they were already stepping into Obsidian—the most exclusive club in the city.

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.

Alara’s POV The twins were running a covert operation. I parsed the parameters halfway through breakfast when Artemis kicked Lucian beneath the heavy oak table hard enough to rattle his teacup against the saucer. Lucian shot her an immediate, lethal glare. Artemis simply widened her eyes, assuming her standard posture of absolute innocence. Ronan, who’d come for the yearly celebrations and had stayed on the twins' persistent demands, looked between them, his fork hovering mid-air. “Why does the atmosphere in this room suddenly feel like a border dispute?”

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.

Their bodies and auras claimed instantly as they both took a seat pulling Olivia with them each wrapping an arm around her waist and nuzzling her neck still. I have no clue what was going on, Olivia wasn't even eighteen yet, this was a normal reaction for mates, they could each calm the other's beasts. We are all just staring at them with wide eyes, until I look at Arwen who has a sheepish smile on her face and whispering into Zayn's ear, calming her own mate, who looked like he was ready to kill the twins for touching his sister.