Best Friends Trio Novels & Stories

“Fenrir, come on.” His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. The leather creaked under his grip. “You’re friends with the triplets now,” he said, still staring at the road. “I’m not welcome among them.” There it was. “Fenrir,” I exhaled, trying to stay calm. “You do realize those three are my half brothers, right? Yes, you have your differences, but I live under the same roof with them. I can’t exactly declare war every morning before breakfast.”

She had to work all day, so of course she doesn't have a million friends. She keeps trying to step off the stairs to hide, but Nic keeps reaching out and grabbing her wrist to make her stay. I do not want to be the one to grab her because she already thinks I am too bossy. I know she hates everyone looking at her, but she has to get used to it now. My brothers and I are super famous for being the Triplets. We were the best fighters and tech geniuses since we were teenagers.

I moved fast to the window. And It was exactly who I thought. Kingston and Pascal. My two best friends from the pack. We grew up together, tight as brothers, until life ripped us apart when I got shipped off five years ago. But best friends always found their way back. And now here they were. “Oou, look what the cat dragged into the pack,” Kingston grinned as he walked in. “Trisha was right. He’s really back,” Pascal said, eyes glinting with amusement.

The audience was stunned. Some people gasped. Others looked away. The triplets sat frozen on their thrones. No one had anything to say as the shock and surprise was still etched on their faces. Never has it been heard before that a beta's daughter didn't become the fated mate of an Alpha heir. Never. But then… A soft hum filled the hall again. Everyone turned their eyes back to the podium. New golden threads began to shimmer into existence, there were three of them. One thread appeared on each of the triplets’ wrists—Prince Kade, Prince Knox, and Prince Zenon. But the threads didn’t lead to Sheryl… or to anyone else in the hall. And the threads bind them together as if they were tethered to

The question hung between them like something neither of them wanted to break first. Alex's grip loosened, but the anger was still burning. "I care about you, Lena. More than I should. You're my best friend. I miss… I miss the old us. Our movie nights on the couch. Those long talks that went until three in the morning about nothing and everything. The way you used to make me laugh until my sides hurt." His voice cracked. "I miss everything before the club… before I got hard for you.

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

Adela thought to herself—he really was here just to catch up with an old friend. She had asked him on the way over who these people were. Layson had calmly said Luke was his college buddy. That didn’t tell her much. What she really wanted to know was about “the woman who was seriously ill.” After some prodding, he finally smiled and told her: He, Luke, and Kennedy were a “tight trio” in college. At the term “tight trio,” Adela had felt ridiculous. She even thought she’d misheard. Layson, who barely let people get close, had been best friends with a girl in college?

I feel even more of a fool because he was with someone else behind my back. Our friend group was Reese, Robbie, the flower triplets, Malcolm, and me. The flower triplets are Blossom, Lily, and Iris. Lily and Robbie are a couple. Blossom and Malcome are a couple. THen it was Robbie and me. Iris was the carefree single one of the group or so I thought. In truth, I was the odd one out. I always knew I was, but I believed the rose colored glasses dad put over my eyes.

The triplets nodded, though the mischievous glint in their eyes suggested otherwise. Meanwhile, in Emerald Hill and country S, Harley and Maribel were in shambles. Harley’s reputation was in tatters, and her socialite friends distanced themselves to avoid the backlash. Maribel, on the other hand, faced scrutiny from her sponsors and connections, many of whom severed ties with her. For the Terrific Trio, it was a small victory, but they knew their work wasn’t done. Their mission was clear: protect their mom at all costs, and ensure no one dared to mess with their family again.

Their bond is more akin to brotherhood than friendship, and they share a deep understanding and unwavering trust with each other. Markous, Lucious, and Marine, belonging to a kin-pod to Joe and Bryan's pod, share the third room. They have a close bond as mates, and their connection is unbreakable, finding comfort and support in one another's presence. In the fourth room, Tritan, Finrir, and Naida find solace and love in their bond as mates. Their relationship is unique and special, as they defy traditional norms, but their love for each other is unwavering.