Black Butler Triplets Romane & Geschichten

XAVIER ASHERIUS'S POV After a long night, the darkness transformed into a radiant morning. Lazarus called his assistant to bathe the triplets, dress them in their finest clothes, and prepare breakfast for them. I made the most of this moment by choosing to sit with them and eat together. Xander's disapproving snarl passed me by, but what did I care? Upon seeing his shitty face, the triplets could have easily gone into panic. Sparkling with enthusiasm and hope, their clear, round eyes looked at me.

Linda was quiet. "I have been going over it all night," Emma continued. "What if Sarah delivered Triplets and someone helped her hide them? Because the way Alex responded to that girl was not the way children behave with strangers. It was recognition. It was the way you act when you already know someone and you are just relieved to have found them again." Linda moved to the edge of the bed and sat down. The room was quiet enough that Emma could hear the television from the living room, the low indistinct murmur of whatever her father had switched on now that the conversation out there was finished as far as he was concerned.

Leon tried to protest, but his words were drowned out by the hiss of disapproval. Before the argument could explode, a trumpet blast shook the hall. The crowd hushed instantly. Heads turned toward the private entrance at the far side. And then they appeared. The triplets. Daniel. Adam. Noah. Each entered with his bride, clothed in finery, their very presence commanding the room. The crowd erupted, then dropped low in bows. Every head bent. Everyone except mine. I stood straight, Isla at my side, our gazes unyielding. Gasps rippled across the hall. The audacity. The disrespect.

Gradually, their exchange sharpened. “…can’t let her hide them away forever,” Lucy stated, her words icy and brutal. My wolf perked up, a shiver racing along my back. “I get it,” Liam replied, his voice shadowy and ominous. “But we have to be clever about it. Ava won’t give them up easy.” Lucy’s chuckle was piercing, like shattering shards. “Oh, I’m shaking,” she jeered. “We’ll handle Ava, no problem. The big issue is, how do we grab the triplets?”

I asked, panic written all over my face. My heart sank, and disbelief washed over me; it felt like I was trapped in a nightmare. “ These are the triplets of the Blood Trinity Kingdom. The one with golden hair is the second son. The other one is the last,” I overheard Alpha Kingston say. I clenched tightly at my foster uncle's hands, unknowingly. These were two of the infamous bloodthirsty triplets known for their brutality. They always destroy every kingdom together with the brutal Alpha Prince, the eldest of them all.

He was the shepherd dog, circling the flock, ensuring the wolves stayed at a distance. The triplets were upstairs in the nursery suite, a fortified wing staffed by their own nurses and two of Dante’s private security detail. They were the reason this room was full. The family didn't care about the marriage; they cared about the distribution of the Blackwood billions. To the people in this conservatory, Toby, Maya, and Leo weren't children—they were placeholders in a ledger. "I hear the third one is a struggle," a woman named Beatrice, a second cousin twice removed, said as she joined the circle near Julian. She didn't lower her voice. "The medical costs alone must be astronomical. It’s a sha

In the end, it was the butler who opened the door. A gentle smile flashed across the butler's face when he saw the triplets. "Kids, what brings you here?" "Mr. Butler, we're here for Uncle Sean. Is he home?" The triplets asked politely. The butler shook his head. "Mr. Anderson isn't back yet. I guess he's still working, right now. Why don't you come inside and wait for him? I'll get you some milk."

I felt bad for her; I knew she wasn't invited to the party, there was nothing I could do. Soon, someone knocked. I walked to get the door; I was in heels and tried to walk carefully. It was Elios; he had come to call me. I let him lead me to the triplets, and for the first time, I saw them in tuxedos. Ryan was dressed in black, Nathan in gray, and Zachary in brown, all dressed in colors to compliment the colors of their eyes. I had never seen men who looked more stunning than the triplets.

~ELENA~ I try to school my expression but I'm frozen at the base of the mansion steps, staring like a complete idiot. Triplets. My new stepbrothers are goddamn triplets. And I made out with one of them. One of them. My brain short circuits. Yes, they're identical, but they're not the same. The one on the left wears a black suit like he's born in it. He doesn't smile. Don't blink. Just watch me with cold, expressionless eyes.

The hard-faced leader with the ability of a fortis began, “Callows. Get to it. How much longer?” The Callows were lycan triplets - Matthew, Nessa and Ourelia. Gifted and ambitious didn’t even begin to describe these three scientists, who shared a home lab since they were kids. Science fairs and competitions were for losers who wanted to waste time and potential on small-scaled successes that would be forgotten once the heat of the competition was over. The triplets had never aimed for anything less than world domination.