Unbread Twins 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.

We shared everything all the good memories and bad memories we had so that we can know how our twin spended their life. We clicked numerous pictures, Alexa Did my makeup and we played stuff, stalked alexa's crush on instagram. It was the best night I ever had till date. It was now 4am and now my room was whole mess and we didn't bother cleaning up as we were tired. We both snuggled inside my blanket and kept our arm on each other and drifted to sleep. Lorenzo pov: We all were sitting at the dinning table for breakfast waiting for twins to come down and they both didn't came and Noah went to check on them .

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

My father helped my mother inside the house, and the twins looked on curiously. “Mom? Who are they?” Enno asked, so I introduced them right away. “Enno, Enna, meet your grandma and grandpa. Ma, Pa, these are my twins—Prince Xenno and Princess Xenna,” I said with a smile. “My grandchildren,” my father said, hugging them tightly while crying and shaking with emotion. “M-Mom, I can’t breathe!” Enna said, so I just smiled. “Ah! Pa, Ma, let’s go inside. I’ll prepare some food for us,” I said, but Enna immediately spoke, catching our attention.

Bran was outspoken while Bree was more mellow. They held each other’s opinion highly until an accident took their parents’ life. At the tender young age of ten, the twins were forced to live with their grandmother, and that was when Brandon became more detached and more anxious. Moving to a different city left them with unfamiliar surroundings. Nobody knew they were twins because nobody bothered to befriend them. They were different. Their parents were dead. Grief and loneliness in the beginning kept them closer. Bran did not trust anyone and kept muttering that bad people were looking for them. He kept a close watch on Bree, preventing her from having any friends, but he did not care one bi

pleaded the twins dressed in maroon royal clothes opening a peace appeal. Nadhea glared sharply at the twins who used to laugh over Nadhea falling me the abyss the first time before Zayn and Brittany decided the end of the plan. "Just name the right person and give proof, the bastards don't know themselves!"

“Where’s he now? Is he nice like Uncle Josh? Can he make pancakes? I’ll like him if he likes pancakes.” Then she wouldn’t have gotten along with him. He was the twin who couldn’t cook. But he knew a thing or two about video games and the girls love their games. I think about it now, really long and hard. Brendan never wanted kids. He would always joke about getting a baby mama if the pressure became too much. “Princess, he’s dead,” I whisper. Brianna stiffens. “What’s dead?” Bren asks. Yeah, what is dead? How do you explain the concept of death to five-year-old kids?

The kind that pressed against your skin, forcing your head to bow even when your mind screamed not to. The twins had arrived. Brynn and Frynn Fiato. The crowd parted instantly, bodies scrambling aside as though the air itself demanded it. The music remained dead, silence stretching wide and taut. They walked in together, mirror images in some ways but each carrying their own edge of danger. Brynn’s steps were measured, almost lazy, but his eyes gleamed with a darkness that promised violence. Frynn’s aura burned sharper, a wildness simmering beneath his calm expression, his jaw tight, fists curled loosely as though itching for blood.

I hated when Alex kicked my ribs so I can only imagine. “Apparently, Joanne and Karen want to compete with how many babies they can have.” Conor quipped with a grin. “I’m happy for you. Double trouble, papa!” Bart laughed a breathy laugh. He excused himself and left us alone. I walked over to Conor and hugged him tightly. “Congratulations, Uncle Conor.” I whispered to him. “I’m so happy for them. To lose their first child and then to get twins on the next go. They are going to have their hands full! One baby is a handful so can you imagine two? Double diapers, double feedings.”

“ They should be in here soon. I left them with Helena, who was as stunned as you will be soon” I would never throw her under the bus, she might have known a while ago, but that doesn't mean I was going to let that out to Drago. Drago stiffened in his seat for a while, with just a bob of his head and when the door was yanked open, his mouth was wide agape. “ They are twins. Two” he uttered in shock. “ Who is he, daddy?” Avery questioned. Unlike her, Alexis had a brooding look on his face and he looked bored.