Black Butler Triplets の小説・ストーリー

Garrick questions, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Yes. The Volkov Triplets," I clarify, looking back at my men. "Nikolai, Mikhail, and Aleksei. They are identical, and they have quite the terrifying reputation as ruthless womanizers. If we send Belladonna there, she won't be finding any 'princess' treatment. They’ll break her spirit and put her to work." Valerius shifts uncomfortably. Even though he’s furious with his sister, the idea of sending her to the Volkovs clearly carries a heavy, terrifying weight. "They’re effective," he admits quietly, staring at the floor, "but they’re ruthless."

His eyes flicked to me for a quick glance before he pulled away a cloth covering a painting. The air left my lungs. “These are…” I pointed, unable to tear my eyes away from the image. “They weren’t twins…” “No.” He growled, teeth grinding. “We were triplets. Raiker, the oldest. I’m the second. Klaus, the youngest.” “Why has no one ever mentioned the Supreme’s three sons?” I asked, still in shock, until I remembered the kettle whistling. “I’ll be right back. Sit down, please.”

Burnt bodies littered the floor like ashes, parts of the ground were still icy like a miniature iceland while some has melted off completely into liquid. Amongst the crowd, the triplets stood. They were dressed in what seems like overall black hooded jackets that covered their faces and physiques from visibility, the only noticeable features about them were their hands. Their eyes were closed but their other senses were extremely active, smelling and listening to their surrounding attentively. "Guess the hybrids beat us to them!" Mazel said without looking at his brothers. Grupath chuckled "They beat us to death, they sacrificed their lives for us!" "It wasn't a sacrifice, they were just bee

It should convince them that I am serious. They look convinced enough. Probably because adults never give bowls of ice cream for free. Even if they came here to take it themselves, they knew their limit or risk getting a belly ache. “Fine.” They groaned in defeat. “I am Avery, the first. Three minutes earlier,” One of the triplets said, showing an almost invincible black birthmark just above his left bushy eyebrow. He looked more hefty and rugged than his brothers. “I am the only one with this mark.”

Dean. The Blackstone triplets. Alpha blood ran through their veins, their power palpable even from a distance. They were everything she wasn’t - dominant, admired, sought after. And now they had found her. She could still feel their eyes on her, even though she was miles away by now. She could still hear their voices, low and commanding, growling Mate in unison. The word echoed in her head, repeating over and over like a chant. Her heart stuttered in her chest at the memory of it.

“You found the wrong person. The two of us have decided to retire from the underworld and start a decent business from now onwards.” “You’ll have to meet them whether you like it or not,” Butler Yates said icily. Just as he stopped talking, his subordinates backed away. At the entrance, two silhouettes appeared. One of them was dark-skinned; only his eyes and teeth were white. The other was sickly pale, with withered yellowish hair. The only physical similarity the two shared was the golden belts strapped around their waists. Old Niner found the sight amusing. “What’s with those two? Shooting for a movie? You’ve even got golden belts on you, huh?”

“Ignore him.” “Ohh…” I mutter, turning back away, though my curiosity’s gnawing. “If you’re not a Dreil, then what exactly are you?” The air stills, thickening with this tense silence. But before either of them answers, my phone pings. I glance at it. It's a message from Evelyn. I let it go dark again. Now's not the time for stories. Mr. Black finally breaks the silence, his voice deep as it hums through the room. “His mother’s a Dreil. Her brother, too. So the blood runs in him, but that does not make him one.”

Ethan growled low in his throat, his eyes locked onto mine as he drove himself deep inside my slick center with one hard, unyielding thrust that stole the breath from my lungs. I let out a loud, shattered cry of pure, adulterated pleasure, my fingers digging into Ethan’s broad shoulders as he began to pump into me with a heavy, merciless rhythm right in front of Richard's face. Asher’s large hands clamped onto my thighs, holding me wide open for his brother, while Caleb leaned down to capture my mouth in a deep, punishing kiss. Richard wept, covering his face in absolute, suffocating humiliation as the three Blackwood monsters claimed every single inch of my body on the iron table.

Because the last I shifted in public was when my parents were alive. ALEXANDER'S POV I am anxious to reach the Scarlet Rose Pack. I and My brothers are going around the world to find our mate. Yes, mate as in singular. We 3 share a mate and Title. It is shocking to many people but since we are triplets we are used to sharing everything like same room, title, friends, and mate. We are merely 2 hours away from the pack and my wolf ALEC is jumping around giving me a headache. XAVIER'S POV

“Hey boys!” Danielle greeted with a loud smile as the triplets walked out of the kitchen with Theo, who was holding a serving plate. “Hello.” The boys answered with a straight face because they weren’t sure who she was. “Boys, this is Danielle. Danielle, my children.” Arthur introduced with a smile, while Danielle squatted in front of them. “Come and give Aunt Danielle a hug!” She uttered, opening her hands. The boys kept put, looking at Aurora’s face for permission before doing anything.