3 Idiots Novels & Stories

"You don't remember the three of us?" She stared around at the three of them, looking for any features she recognized, but there were none. Zion was the largest of the three, and the most fearsome looking with his tattoos and muscled body, but the other two were not small either. The quiet one only looked at her with indifference, though he had a handsome face, she thought as she stared at him. Gunther gave her a weak smile, but she could tell his heart was not in it. Clearly, he wore his heart on his sleeve, making her wonder if he was as annoying as he seemed. When she averted her gaze to the sparks of the fire, she went over what she knew. These three knew her, and she was very important

Not tomorrow. I scream. All three brothers burst through the door.

I craned my neck as I ask. He looked at me with softened eyes, apology is clearly in it. “Sorry, Sab. I can’t… I whispered a cursed and closed my eyes as I lean my head on the wall. “How about Jolo? Marko, perhaps?” I asked, hopeful. I really have a plan and it won’t happen if its not one of Yael’s friend! No. The three of us is strict about this-” I snapped my head and looked at him. “Three? You mean-”

Then she covered her face with her pillow. “This is going to be a disaster.” Across the hallway, Nate stared at his phone. In another apartment, Ilyas did the same. Three people. Three hearts. And three different secrets. But secrets rarely stay secret forever.

I stared at my grandma in confusion and she said, "Those three men are the sons of the three betas who once pledged loyalty to your grandpa. They are now the Alphas of their different packs but they hate each other. I know that this is difficult but if you can get close to each one of them and get them to make peace with each other, you will be able to unite all three packs and find out who our real enemy is." I sighed, "I'm afraid this isn't possible grandma." "I understand if you don't want to do it but why do you say something is impossible when you haven't even given it a try?" My grandma asked.

What the fuck? Sy is leaning over Amory’s shoulder, and it’s almost uncomfortable to watch as she crosses her legs and leans back into him as the three of them are laughing. He looks down on her lovingly, like a father in awe of their child! I’ve met three of Sy’s kids, all from different women, and none are from his wife. All boys, all assholes! His youngest is Amory’s age. I haven’t seen him since he was like ten and I was thirteen, but supposedly he’s going to be a football star. I’ll believe it when I see it, since he was a crybaby back then and probably still is!

He couldn't help but smile a little as he slipped into the seat next to Jay. The newest addition to their group comes in the form of a tiny girl who's powered by steer rage. Her rage is justified, too. Jake is not an ideal brother, he's straight up using his own sister as an excuse to get away from his crazy ex. The little Jay can see this, too, and that's probably why she's radiating anger whenever she's around her brother.

The problem wasn’t over yet, but at least he’s gone for now. I turned slowly to face him again. His gray eyes, sharp and cold, were fixed on me. For a split second, I felt exposed, like he could see straight through me and through my thoughts. “I… thank you,” I said quickly, bowing and forcing a smile. “And… I’m sorry for the trouble.” “That’s the third time,” he murmured, almost under his breath, before turning and walking away. I stood frozen in time for a moment, watching his facade fade down the hallway. The words echoed in my mind. The third time? My pulse skipped. Does he actually remember me? My chest tightened as I realized what just happened. Or am I just possibly overthinking thing

there's an odd one out, sticks out like a sore thumb. In the middle of the room there's a table where there's just 3 men. 3 very very handsome men, they seemed to be in a comfortable silence as, no food, no drinks. Before they could catch me staring I decided to look away, food I'm coming baby don't worry. After waiting in the line for more than 10 minutes I managed to get fries, pizza, a cola can and a chocolate muffin mmm my insides couldn't wait to devour it.

2 degrees Fahrenheit. I fumbled for my phone, intending to call for an ambulance. As it powered on, a deluge of messages poured in, all from Henry, reaching out from an unknown number, each text more anxious than the last, asking for my whereabouts. [Selena, why'd you block me? Why's your phone off?] [Wren mentioned you're overseas, is that for real? Did you really forget today was supposed to be our second 'I do'?] [Is it because of that mess with Melanie you're upset? It's all lies, babe. Can't we just cool off?]