Twins Princess Novels & Stories

We had suffered so much, yet our husbands didn't believe us and didn't even care about us! Back when my twin sister and I married the Smith twins, our story made the front page of the Avalon Times. Everyone said it was fate—the perfect match. Twin sisters marrying twin brothers sounded like something straight out of a fairy tale. People sent us their blessings, calling it the most romantic story of the year. But now? That fairytale had turned into something else entirely. Our marriages were far from perfect. They weren't even happy. They were devastating. "Lily, look at Annie's post," I choked, handing the phone to her.

Not only was my twin brother a prankster, he was a clown too. He had the ability to stir up a room with his sultry and dirty jokes, and I knew that he had just done that to the Alpha on purpose. Yes, Tristan was that vile. “Bless this food, and give thy gift which we're about to receive, now and forever o lord. And the moon goddess, may we continue to find favor in her sight, this day and other days, amen.” The resounding amen followed, and I watched Tristan walk to his chair, then take a seat.

I'm about to stride out the door, needing space to process this news, when she whispers, her voice trembling, "It's twins. That's why I'm so big. I have a picture if you want to see." I stop in my tracks, my anger momentarily forgotten. Twins? Could it be true? I turn back to her, my eyes searching her face for any sign of deception. She looks at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of hope and fear and reaches for her bag. She pulls out a black and white sonogram image, offering it to me. I take the picture with a steady hand, my eyes narrowing as I study it. It's then that I notice the date on the sonogram. My heart sinks as I realize the truth. She may be carrying twins, but the date confir

she responded adorably. "Let's go, babe," and finally, we entered the house. In the living room, I saw her mother and her twin brother. When I saw the twins, they had identical faces – clearly twins. The only noticeable difference was the shape of their faces. Zack had more feminine features, making him exceptionally handsome, as if he's a blend of both genders. Maybe he should've been a girl, but he turned out to be a male. His twin, however, had more masculine features. "Mommy?" Her mother looked at us, and I offered a respectful bow while carrying the princess.

It was like a thunderbolt that had scattered my territory. "I have realized how close you might have wanted to be with her and why I have never wanted you to," he continued. Santiago's gaze almost met the blood in my veins freeze. Dad was saying the truth. I leaned forward to ensure I missed no word from him."You have been thinking she is your sister all along but the truth is, she is not. She's a curse and she doesn't belong here," he stopped to check the impact of his words. But I maintained a void face but deep down inside everything went cold. I remained blank and clueless. "We attacked her pack years ago and slain everyone except her and her twin sister. They were then hours old if I ca

she completed the story "So Mr Brown is not my father neither are you my mother?" Ruth asked with tears streaming down her face "I am sorry. I could not handle parting from you. I discovered later I was having twins. I could have given one child out but I was scared of getting arrested for breach of contract and my husband didn't know," she explained crying "Wow!" Ruth sat holding her head in her hand ignoring her mother as she pleaded for her forgiveness

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.

I feel like I'm one of those bullies who takes advantage of their assets and make other people feel like losers. I maybe a Princess-like born with such fortune in front of me, but I'm still a human. I am also full of flaws and imperfections like any other person out there. Maybe I am a modern princess, but not in fairytales. --------- Third person's POV Sylvia couldn't help but lose an owl laugh because of what she heard. Now she knows the reason why her daughter went to Olivia Wines ’son’s office. And the business matters that it said are just a favor related to the selection of the construction company that will work for the new project to be launched by the company.

"Really!!" "Yeah," he replied her, but she felt a weight on her head ad he said that. "How about My Romantic Prince?" She suddenly asked. Sasuke pondered, "Or My Prince Romantic?" She added. "Nahh, My Romantic Prince and My Romantic Princess is better." The both started laughing at their cheesiness. "Princess Sakiko, at your service your highness," he gave a mocking bow. "Sasuke, come on let's go," Fr. Tanaka yelled.

The thought of disappointing her ached when it was such a simple fix. Luckily, he had until tomorrow to pull himself together. "Your Majesty?" I looked up at the attendant entering the room. "The twins are here." I got to my feet and followed her down the hallway to the birthing room. Amy was asleep, a ripple of healing magic washed over her. The twins were in bassinets. Grace stood over them, looking down with an expression I couldn't name. "I hate it," she said softly. I approached her and peered down, smiling at the two little bundles, each of them wrapped into a royal color: gold for a princess and red for a prince.