Valentine Twins Novels & Stories

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

That hope that one has is what ends up killing you because every time nothing happens that hope slowly flickers out before it leaves you with emptiness. I keep going back to that night the first night me and Xavier had sex and how different it was this time. Last time it was all these emotions running through us lust, betrayal, guilt, and hate. It was the mate bond controlling us. This time though it was more us than the mate bound, there was lust, but mixed in with passion, I didn’t hate him. I didn’t feel betrayal, but there was still a those surrounding us that night, well more Xavier, and that ghost was my twin. I sigh while I keep looking out into the ocean. My safe place.

“With what, sweetheart?” Swallowing hard, I glanced back at the dance floor, where Valerian was laughing with his brothers—completely unaware. Biting my lower lip, I caressed my round womb and sighed. "I want to keep it a secret for a little while longer," I whispered. "Valerian thinks we're having one baby… but the doctor told me this morning—" Ute gasped, covering her mouth, eyes wide with shock and excitement. "Twins?" I breathed out, my heart pounding. "We're having twins."

I just laughed it off, knowing that I couldn't just tell them I met Matteo at a BDSM club and that they were my bosses. I knew they wouldn't judge me but I was better off keeping that information to myself. "You never told me your men were the Valentino twins," Ava exclaimed when I went back into the pool. I blushed, knowing that they definitely heard that but grateful that they wouldn't comment on it. "The Valentino twins?" I questioned. "Yes, Cass. Everyone in New York knows them." Everyone except Jules and I apparently.

With that, Valerie smiled, and as the crowd erupted in cheers, she turned to face me. “You’re sure about this?” I asked quietly as she wound her hands around my neck. “As sure as I am that you and I were destined to be together.” Valerie’s arms tightened around my neck, and I moved in closer to arrest her lips. --- Ed Sheeran’s “Perfect” was playing as Valerie and I swayed in the center of the garden, where everyone around us watched. Everything truly was perfect - Valerie, our twins, this day. And I knew that it was fate that had brought us together.

A Comedic Misadventure The revelation of their mirrored emotions towards Raven had left the twins with a shared sense of purpose. This new discovery, a confluence of feelings that were both intense and unprecedented, spurred them into action. Determined to unravel the enigma that Raven presented and to understand their simultaneous connection to her, the duo resolved to make her acquaintance together. After all, their combined strengths had always made them a force to be reckoned with. Little did they anticipate that the very coordination that made them so formidable would now be their undoing.

“Thank you.” As Elena walked off, Valeria practically bounced in her seat. “I already love her.” My mother smiled warmly. “She seems very sweet.” “She is,” I admitted. Then my expression darkened. “Mom… something happened at Silvercrest.” Her face immediately changed. “What happened?” Instead of speaking out loud, I mind-linked her. The Alpha twins got rejected by their mate, but their mate slept with them first. Her eyes widened in horror. “What the fuck is wrong with these wolves?”

The Vaughn Foundation's autumn benefit filled the Hendricks Ballroom with candlelight and enough diamonds to fund a small country. Hannah had been to a hundred rooms like this one as Danny's wife. She had never once walked into one on Andy's arm. "You're staring at the door," Andy said, low, close to her ear. "Relax your shoulders. You look like you're about to run." "I feel like I'm about to run."

“Lady Rosentine and Lady Cressida of the Southern tribe. Both of them have been shamelessly pursuing King Valtor for years. Everyone knows they’re desperate to become his wives." I fell silent, remembering the twins from the previous day. My first impression of them had been that they were breathtaking. They have long, black silky hair and elegant figures. Beauty that demanded attention. It was a shame their looks didn’t match their hearts. I still regretted how easily they’d called me a slut, how openly they’d spoken down to me as if I weren’t standing right there. Rosentine and Cressida. Both are infatuated with Valtor. I would remember that well.

"I meant Orlov, you imbecile." "Oh." Dante dipped his Twizzler into his Coca Cola. "My bad." These were the Valenti twins. Enzo and Dante, eighteen years old, younger cousins to Dorian and his brothers. The most chaotic, feral, deranged, unhinged lowkey-idiots in a family that already set an impressively high bar for all three qualities. Dumb-and-dumber with delulu main-character-syndrome and enough brainrot between them to concern a qualified professional. Goofballs with clout. Enzo was the older twin by exactly five minutes, a gap he treated as a full decade of authority. Dante was oblivious by nature, confused at baseline, and he misread every room he walked into. Wild clown-behaviour com