Who Are The Weasley Twins Novels & Stories

The perfect and happy family that I thought were all framed and fake. They broke me like a shattered glass, it hurts me so bad but I manage to escape all those trauma because of Hunter and Hugo. Though all of those came again with a single sight of him. "What are you... doing here?" I try to keep my tears at bay, I don't want to ruin the twins' party. "Get out of here, please." I begged, I'm scared for the twins safety. Weasley let out a sigh and looked at where the twins were sitting. He let out a small smile before nodding. "I just wanted to check out on you, Charylle. Even after everything, you're still our little sister." He started with soft and sincere eyes.

He asked, smiling at them. Her sons looked to her, silently checking to see if they could really trust this man. She gave them a weak smile and that was all the assurance they needed. "I'm Danny and this is Damien. We're twins." "Hey. You didn't let me say my name. You're always doing this…" "You're too slow. I had to say it for you…" "Not fair…" "Boys, boys." Asher said, tapping them both on their little shoulders. "No need to fight. How about this, since we're all so stressed, including your mom, how about we all go to Disneyland."

that tried to approach the twins. As for Aaron and Zeon, they had just returned from the Dragon Training Academy for their 18th birthday and were trying to sneak away from the pack house so that their restless wolves could go out for a run. Yes, all three children were Were-Vamp-Dragon hybrids just like their mother. But I knew these twins by the back of my hand. They would end up planting God knows what all stuff to scare the Queen’s subjects and give everyone their “home coming” present which I am pretty sure everyone prayed never to have one.

My parents were quite wealthy and needless to say, I had almost everything I wanted. A few days later, I wasn’t still familiar with the place. I was always indoors, watching fighting programs and training with my father. But he was most often away from home, so he will keep me with the neighbors. They had two kids, and the pale small one, was Eric. I thought he was the younger brother but he was the twin. After sometime, we became good friends. Eric was a wimpy and a weak child. He always needed our protection but we never had it any other way. In fact, we enjoyed playing big sisters to him and he enjoyed playing little brother to us.

Oeberon's voice sounded very happy. "Not one, but two. Amanda gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl," answered Henry, "Dad, come home quickly! I'm sure Dad will want to meet your grandchildren after I send their photos." "Hurry up and send the photo, don't talk too much!" Master Oeberon was annoyed that Henry was so slow. "Okay. I'll send it." Henry hung up the phone call, then sent a photo of Alan and Alana with Amanda. Henry smiled after sending a photo of his children to his father. "He must be curious about the truth about the twins," he muttered when his father contacted him again. Henry let the call from his father make the man even more curious.

Twins. “This one here,” she pointed to the slightly larger shadow, “is a boy. And this one, tucked just behind, is a girl. A perfect pair, Evelyn.” I stared at the screen, and for a moment, the Chairperson vanished. The Empress vanished. I was just a mother, looking at the miracles growing inside me. They looked so small, so vulnerable, and yet they were the most powerful things in the world. They were the future of the Sterling line. They were the reason I would never let Caleb Knight breathe the same air as me again.

“Hey.” “Hey,” I reply, the word softer than I intend. For a second, it was just that simple and unspoken. But it carries more than it should do. I wheel him over to where the twins are sitting, still thinking about that kiss we shared last night as I sat back down in my chair. Then Wren clears her throat loudly. “And who,” sitting up straighter, “might this be?” I blink and laugh over my stupidity. “Right, sorry. Greg, this is Wren and Robin. The twins whose family owns this place. Also known as the chaos twins.”

“Madonna mia. Look at you. You’re huge.” Emilia swatted her arm, laughing. “It’s been a month! What did you expect?” “Twins or not, you look like you’ve swallowed a melon,” Isadora teased, but her voice was soft with awe. She rested a hand gently over Emilia’s stomach. “They’re really in there. Alive. I can’t believe it.” “They’re fighters,” Emilia whispered, her hand covering Isadora’s. “Just like us.” Their laughter dissolved into another tight hug, the kind only twins could share—the kind that stitched together every wound, every scar.

“Shouldn’t you be brooding somewhere alone?” I smirked, enjoying how easy it was to get under his skin. “I was just thinking about how much better this pack would look if someone competent were running it.” Rylan growled low in his throat, but I raised a hand to stop him. “Relax, Rylan. We need to talk. It’s about the twins.” He stiffened, his expression shifting slightly. “What about them?” he asked, though his voice was still sharp. “They’re not ordinary,” I said bluntly. “I’ve seen things—things that can’t be explained.”

I said embarrassed. "It's okay... Our apartment is just above yours. So we can hear you." She joked. "True." Asher said. " Asher's my twin brother...IT's annoying and you should not listen to IT." She shot Asher a wicked grin and turned back to me. They didn't look alike,in fact they were the opposite of a monozygotic twins. Ginny was dark and she was the same hight as me. She was pretty much the sunshine between the both of them.