Romans & histoires Saltzman Twins

Zeke snapped. “THE TWINS ARE ON THE INTERNET!”

When I opened my eyes, I saw Zeus stride toward him and lightly smack him on the back of the head. "Stupid brain. Good morning, tay," he greeted before giving me a manly hug. He then turned to the twins and took their hands. "Let us go, Aether and Cronus. Let us play something else," he said, pulling them toward the red carpet in the living room. That was when I saw their collection of toy robots and cars scattered around. Zenon Aether Evangelista-Smith and Zenos Cronus Evangelista-Smith. Our twins. They were four years old, while the quadruplets were already ten.

“What the fuck just happened?” Jamal asks me. “Bitch got hers is what just happened!” I cackle next to him. “But the twins…For one, they’re not 21 yet and for two, they’re twins! They can’t be each other’s mates!” Gregory says. I cock my head and squint at him. “Obviously. They’re both her mate, not each other’s.” “How do you know this?” Jamal asks, squinting right back at me.

The sweet voice of Samantha cut off the quarreling of the duo. '..... Twins?' Elizabeth's eyes sharpened. The two were twins? Although Elizabeth had never had any siblings as she was an only child she had an idea that this behavior was far too hostile to be siblings. Or she could be wrong. Both hazel eyes shot towards her, widening in the same manner and both mouths of the siblings burst into a sarcastic laugh. "We are not twins," they said at the same time. Both of them shot each other a scornful glare. "I would never share a womb with the bottom of the barrel." The sibling said at the same time.

Adam and Eylem were the twins who appeared the most in local gossip tabloids, because Suzane Johnson's public life has never been better. Sometimes I had an outbreak of pride for what my best friend had become. Only the two of us knew how the past always came back to torment us. She had been very strong. She was her own anchor in the middle of the tsunamis, and never let herself down when it came to protecting those she loved.

Conversely, Matilda only chuckled softly before smiling a little, satisfied to have won this little round. The car slowed as Harry took the final turn towards the twins' prep school. Colonial-style buildings with spacious playgrounds came into view, and the sounds of children's chatter and laughter could already be heard even though we were still in the distance. I patted Matilda's shoulder gently. “It's done. You look beautiful.” “Thanks, Ma,” she replied as she checked her braids on the small screen of her tablet. Her gaze soon shifted to Theo, and she grinned. “Look, Theo, I'm even prettier than your voice.”

Both of them went to the recreation area by the beach. Catelyn video-called her little ones after lunch, as usual. The twins were now attending a kindergarten, and within a short half month, they had risen in popularity in the kindergarten. The afternoon sun was warm and cozy. The golden rays shone down, brightening the area. Catelyn lay on the folding chair and felt sleepy after the call. Right at this moment, Ivan came by. He was holding a glass of juice in his hand and dragged a chair next to Catelyn.

Like I wasn't even in the room. "Good," Marcus said. "See to it that she gets the necessary vitamins." Once the doctor was finished, Marcus led me back toward the residential wing. He didn't say a word, and neither did I. My mind was racing, replaying the words I had read in the library. The anchor. The key to the soul-bond. If what the book said was true, the twins didn't just save me for a child. They saved me for the kind of child I could produce. They wanted to be the most powerful Alphas in history. They wanted to be kings.

What awaited me at the kitchen wasn’t what I had expected it to turn out to be. Far from it. It wasn’t the least close to what I had imagined. Eric! Yes, my fiancé's twin brother, Eric Simpson, with his back facing me, shirtless, just in a singlet and a pair of faded, ripped jeans. His hair was messy and his back quite broad with less muscles for a man, faintly growing petite to the waist which was tied on the jean pants with a leather belt.

Zubby Oko, with her dark skin, even darker hair and feline features, was the original occupant of our room until something happened and her parents cut off her allowance. Thanks to that, Zubby was always bitching me with her eyes as if it was my fault I’d been assigned to her room. To top it off, she was also an upperclassman in my department, who’d also gotten into the special elective in her first year. Leah Quinn, the blonde beauty and top model, was Zubby’s best friend so they got along well, and thankfully she didn’t naturally inherit her bff’s enemies so we were good…sorta. Our last roommate was home sick, so that left just the three of us.