Valentine Twins Novels & Stories

The twins turn one on a Thursday in November. Ethan, who has been quietly rebuilding his theory of significant days since the birth, notes this with the satisfaction of someone whose revised framework has been confirmed. Valentina does not engage with the framework debate. She notes Thursday with the same quality she notes everything worth noting: fully, without adding to it.

I said and Chloe smiled "You really like this guy , don't you?" "I don't know" I shook my head "You missed him when he stopped bothering you , waking up every 2 a.m everyday because you remembered every moment that you spend with him in this time and the fact that you only see him Val.. you like this guy" "I guess" "Love isn't about one person fighting alone Valentine , it's about 2 people. If there's only one person who fights.. there will be time for them to give up"

"We've talked about this, Val. Sharing him. He's been hard for me since his dad died. Jerking off to my panties, staring at my tits. I want him. We both do." Valerie nodded, her stroke speeding up. "I've seen the way you look at her, nephew. Now you get both. Two identical pussies, two sets of heavy tits, all for you." She pulled my shorts down, my cock springing free—thick, veined, the silver ring through the head gleaming with pre-cum. Both twins gasped in unison, their eyes widening. "Fuck, look at that piercing. It's going to feel so good stretching us."

On Valentine’s Day, Ethan Scott had a last-minute social engagement and left me home alone. Late at night, I received a message from him, telling me to meet him at a bar. Thinking he had finally remembered me, I rushed out the door, eager to see him. But when I came to the door of the private lounge, the scene before me froze me in place. Taylor Winston straddled Ethan’s lap, her silk camisole slipping from her shoulders, the straps barely clinging to her elbows.

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.

The happiness that had filled the room just seconds ago now felt like a shattered illusion. "It's Brian," Valerie said, her voice tight, forcing the words out. "My Brian. The twins' father. He proposed." The clarification landed with a thud. From the phone, only a strangled, "Oh, the twins' father!" could be heard. Brian didn't speak. He only looked on. Little Valerie, sensing the sudden frost in the room, crawled down from her mother’s lap and joined her brother. In the crushing silence, Shana's cheerful voice, now reprimanding, her interest was to protect her

I whipped around to Roe and Venus with wide frightened eyes, “The twins” I whispered. My voice broke slightly with the fear warping into my words. We don’t know who these Weres are, or what their intentions are. Do they really mean no harm, or is it just a ploy to get close enough to hurt us. Are they here from me, or for my babies, who knows. I can’t take the risk of waiting to find out. The twins are the most important thing, and I will kill anyone that threatens their lives. Roe nodded back to me in understanding and dashed back into the house. I turned my gaze on Venus, who paused. She looked over at Elaine’s wolf, then out to the gathering fighters, before back to me. She was hesitating

Mia agreed with a smile. Beau brushed her hair back over her shoulder and kissed her again, and Mia knew she’d made the best decision of her life, choosing Mr. Whitaker, the younger twin. She would never have to submit to Sam Whitaker again, and in Beau, she’d find everything she could possibly need.

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.

Alexia’s pov Ava always gets what she wants, people just love her for being her, she gets every attention in a room when she enters. Ava is my twin sister and every time I always question the moon goddess on why we are twins. I like my sister I don’t just like the fact that she steals everything I want without even having to lift a finger, I just don’t get it. I have always had feelings for Cane which I feel every one in our friend group knew except Ava of course. He knew too that I like him but he rejected me with good reasons tho.