Novel & Cerita Books About Triplets

Trembling, I reached out to grasp Damien's hand. "The triplets, Damien," I choked out, my voice barely a whisper. "What about our children?" Squeezing my hand lovingly, Damien leaned in closer, his eyes filled with compassion. "Miraculously, our beloved triplets are unharmed," he assured me, a mixture of relief and awe evident in his voice.

But on the other hand, they couldn't shake the feeling of longing for the warmth and familiarity of their previous home, where memories of laughter and love still lingered in the air. They settled into their new surroundings, the triplets found solace in each other's company, their bond stronger than ever in the face of uncertainty and change. And though they knew that their lives would never be the same again, they took comfort in the knowledge that no matter where they were, they would always have each other.

I moved closer and froze— It was a framed photo of Nathaniel and Damian, with a woman who bore a striking resemblance to them. ‘He's white. I also heard he's a triplet.’ Joyce's words replayed in my head. So it was true. Nathaniel was a triplet. There was another photo— a picture of them and their parents; I supposed, and another boy. The happiness radiating from the photo had me smiling too. I picked up the frame and let my fingers brush Nathaniel's face.

If I didn't know any better, I would know perfectly well that they were the kindly alphas that everyone expects but unfortunately I knew those mocking looks. These triplets were definitely planning something.

Caleb leaned over the back of the divan, his long fingers expertly finding my swollen knot, his thumb striking it with a torturous, rhythmic precision that synced perfectly with every single one of Asher’s deep, brutal strokes. "You're ours," Caleb whispered perversely against my ear, his hot breath sending shivers rushing down my spine. "Every drop of your pleasure belongs to this house." I locked my fingers into the leather cushions, my body vibrating with an intense, suffocating wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. The darkness behind my eyelids flared with white-hot sparks as the combined assault of the three triplets pushed me straight toward the edge. My inner walls clamped tightly aro

He uttered, making Aurora crease her brows. “It’s about the Triplet’s father. You haven’t really told me what happened between you two.” “I haven’t?” Aurora asked, picking up her glass of water and taking a sip from it. “No. All you said was that he’s a bad person and he cannot be a father to your babies.” He replied. Aurora couldn’t bring herself to tell him that she actually bridged a contract and ran away with babies that were technically not hers. So, she came up with something more justifiable.

Anastasia was doing lighter work around the pack because her mates would tie her to the bed if she does anything even more tiring, but whoever she went to, people were congratulating her, it was getting tiring because it distracts her even more from getting work done and everyone is always trying to help her out but she was thankful for all of the blessings. Her face wrinkled as she prodded inside with the stick a bit more. Anastasia winced a bit in discomfort. There was something wrong with how the healer's face was contorted. “Sinclair , I have never seen anything like this, or read it in any books,” she started, sounding astonished. Anastasia was confused. “What do you mean?” “Triplets in

"I thought Lord Finn only needed two of them." The second voice spoke. Lord Finn? The guy who choked Aurora last night? "He asked us to capture the hybrids too, dummy." They'd probably report the girls' disappearance." "By the way, what does he need them for?" The other voice asked, and the sound of padlocks being unlocked bounced through the walls of the hallway. I remained still, paying close attention to the conversation. Somehow, I was linking the subject of their conversation to Matthew, Jake, Aurora, and me. But I'm about to confirm that.

“Sorry, baby girl. I ran us too long. You need to shower quick and get downstairs. The triplets will be home in less than an hour.” I rolled my eyes. I’ve been in this home for less than twenty-four hours and I noticed that whenever anyone spoke of the boys, they called them ‘the triplets’ and had a note of reverence in their voice. I know identical triplets are rare, but it’s not unheard of for crying out loud.

**Chapter 30: Turning Point** The penthouse nursery had become a battlefield of tiny socks and colorful building blocks. At four months old, the triplets were no longer the fragile newborns Chloe had brought home. Elias was the loudest, demanding attention with strong kicks and delighted squeals. Sophia watched everything with wide, curious eyes, while Theo remained the quiet observer, content to suck on his fist and follow his siblings’ chaos.