쌍둥이 Novels & Stories

“Well, I just hope that is the case. Otherwise our marriage would not be legal. That would suck.” I pout. Antonio laughs and leans over to place a quick kiss against my lips. “You will always be our wife, mi amore. You are stuck with us.” I laugh loudly at his declaration, but secretly, a piece of that scared feeling shakes off of me. The twins are mine. And I am theirs. forever. Sara is just their friend. She doesn't even like boys, according to what the twins have said.

Twins in fact'. ##################

In the distance, the lapping waves sounded like a melody dancing along the shoreline. I clutched my handbag in one hand, my shoes tapping gently on the cobbled path leading to my house. The house stood majestically with large windows overlooking the ocean—my sanctuary of quiet and peace. As soon as I opened the front door, shrill laughter greeted me, flowing from the living room. The clinking of plastic toys was followed by the sound of little feet running around. Before I saw them, a scene came to mind—the twins, cheerful and full of energy, like waves that never stop rolling.

My gaze darted between the two men with identical faces. I was standing between them, and they really were like two peas in a pod. Same face shape, same eyes, the same thick lips. The only difference was the color and style of their hair, but at first glance, you could already tell they were identical twins. Yes, my daughter is married to a man who owns a bar, and he has a twin. Their names are cute, by the way-Cuan and Luan, these hot men in my daughter’s life. I could only feel jealous of her.

They resume their business discussion with Brown taking note of the new ideas. Liam and Anita live together in peace, harmony, and love as they welcome their second, third, and fourth children, who are also twins, making Anita a mother to six lovely children as she welcomes twin girls as her last children. Having double twins (a boy and a girl) as her first children, two boys later, as her second and third children, and lastly identical twin girls as her last babies, making her children, [three boys and three girls] in total, and they live happily together.

She clung to the moments of normalcy, finding solace in the laughter of her children and the comfort of Dante's presence. The twins, Sebastian and Sophia, were growing quickly. They were both already showing their individual personalities—Sebastian, the quiet thinker, and Sophia, the adventurous one, always eager to explore. Maya, though still young, was becoming more protective of her younger siblings. Izzy could see the bond between them growing stronger each day.

She was everything we ever wanted. " Relax, it doesn't work like that. Male twins can share a mate but the females can't." Lisa, our mother-in-law had explained. Relief washed over me when I heard that. " Are you saying that you are not Lucky to have me as your mate?" Her Man Alex asked with a frown. " Those are your words. I didn't say that. " Marissa replied, rolling her eyes at her mate. One thing I had realized with her is the fact that she's the dominant one in their relationship.

Aria. Aria’s eyes widened instantly, and she grinned. “Hi! I’m Aria!” she chirped, waving her tiny hand. Aiden smiled back, a rare, genuine warmth lighting up his face. “I’m Aiden,” he said softly. That was all it took. Within seconds, the two children were inseparable, playing together with blocks and sharing crayons as if they had been friends for years. Aria laughed, holding Aiden’s hand as they built a tall tower. Aiden’s quiet intelligence complemented her fearless curiosity perfectly.

"Daddy can’t wait to meet you both." "Meet them? We just found out I’m pregnant, and you’re already convinced it’s not only a girl—but twin girls?" "Sweetheart, Dubois babies almost always come in pairs. Didn’t you know?" She shakes her head, bewildered, and I laugh. "Yep, that’s right. Twins are common in my family—so I’m hoping for twin girls." I get to my feet and, catching her off guard, lift her into my arms, prompting a little squeal.

But it wasn't her; it was Seok-hoon. He wore the same uniform as Seok-jin, his hair styled the same way. Back then, before the alcohol bloated Seok-hoon and the drugs thinned Seok-jin, they were mirrors of each other. People called them the Han Twins, even though they were two years apart. Seok-hoon looked at the Vice Principal, then at his brother. "What seems to be the problem?" Seok-hoon asked.