3 Some Story Novels & Stories

I looked at the entrance of my room and that was when it dawned on me that I didn't close the door ☘︎☘︎☘︎☘︎☘︎ Hi guys. What's up?? How are you all doing? Who do you think interrupted the kiss?😂😂 What do you think about the friendship between Amara, Michelle and Christabel?? What do you think about the "Almost kiss scene"? Do you like it?? I love you all.♥︎♥︎♥︎

Auntie May might be correct. “Are you nervous? Lora asked Cela. “I won’t deny that I am. This is the third of the three stories and this will surely earn either love or hate in the end,” Cela said. “Well, if you would ask me, I’d say that the original ending was the perfect ending,” Lora said. “I thought so too,” Cela said. “So, we’re all set for the preview night. I can’t wait to see the finished product,” Lora said.

"I knew you'd come to appreciate my offer." Amellia smiled.She's utterly proud of black mailing us. She sound more sure of herself now. My wife Dahlia just smiled knowing. "Actually, we wanted to say, we know you don't really want to do it this way. You don't want to force someone. You want a threesome but it needs to be with willing people." I said "Yes of course it's preferred. I would rather you both be willing that way it's more intimate." She replies. "But we're not." I said sternly.

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Then once more. Three.

His face is even more puzzled. If you’re wondering how casual currently we are, even though we ended last night on an awkward note, well… I explained it. Usually, in stories, they just skip to the next day/ chapter as if nothing happened, but NO. IT’S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. How I wish it was. I have to thoroughly explain EVERYTHING. Even the finger-partner part. Good heavens, they don’t know about that! Why? IT’S BECAUSE THEY DON’T DO IT! I can’t believe it. They go straight to the point; no foreplay! What a sad world this is…

“You’ve said very little of your own path.” She shrugged. “Apparently I’m just along for the ride.” “Triplet meets triplet in a Honduran shack where a document emerges describing a remote Nazi facility used for experiments on multiples. I think not.” “Wait till you hear the rest,” Dianna said. “Tell him,” she urged her friend.

In response to our curious gazes, Sandra replies, “Last night, after Mother stated that this trio was five years old and has been steadily growing into their powers, Bhakti voiced a concern about possible other trios out there. Others that may have the same ill intentions that CCS have.” “CCS?” I give them a half-smirk. “You have a nickname for our big bad trio?” “It’s easier than saying Corinda, Casen, and Severn every single time.” Sandra punctuates her last three words with a clap on her thigh for each word and an eye roll at the end. “What do you mean, other trios?” Devin asks from behind us. All of us jump. Apparently, we were so engrossed in our conversation that we didn’t hear or

“Are you saying Miss Smith has two fated mates?” Maximus jerked back to the student rep. “I—” “Because Miss Smith said that the Headmaster is her fated mate,” The student rep cut Maximus off. Kairos swore under his breath next to me. “Are you implying Miss Smith has two fated mates?” “I—I—” Max looked at me once more then looked back to the rep. “Yes,” he finally choked out. “She has three.” The crowd murmured behind us. “Three?!” The rep balked. “That’s unheard of in the wolf world. And who might that third be?”

Elisa went stiff, color draining from her face. "Five years. Thirty-three failed weddings. Every 'accident'—his plan. All of it just to get me to walk away." I slid a stack of hospital files across the table. "He thinks marriage is a cage. I'm not dragging him in. Cutting ties is cleaner for both of us." Elisa was shaking, pissed and heartbroken. She remembered every near-death hit I took just trying to say "I do." First time—snipers hit our motorcade. I got shot four times, bled out on the chapel steps.