Butterfly Mansion Triplets Novels & Stories

Instead, it's heaven on earth they're looking for. This three-story mansion has a prohibition, which is forbidden for everyone to set foot on the third floor, including Deffin's grandfather, the owner of the house. Only Deffin the owner, Bik Mur the butler, and Deffin's grandmother when she was still taking care of Deffin.

Three cute babies. When the doctor told me, I nearly fainted. Damien laughed so hard he had to sit down. “Triplets? You sure it’s not the machine playing tricks?” he asked. But no, it was real. A few months later, the triplets arrived. Two boys and a girl. Grandma Evelyn moved into our home the very day they were born. She cried tears of joy for two days straight. She said, “The Carter triplets, the first of their kind! My ancestors must be dancing in heaven.”

(Alexander's Mansion). The cooks of the Mansion made sure that they did their best in preparing the best room yet for the family. Since the moment the triplets and Mina arrived at this house, everywhere was beginning to be lively. And the servants have fun playing around with the kids.

I said. “Well, June-bug. If you are announcing the baby, we already know about it. In fact, your aunt Alice has already made me pant the future prince’s room to get ready for when you visit the pack.” Uncle Carlton said. “Dad, let Zel talk,” Terrance said. “Hi, triplet. Hi twin.” Terrance said to me and Tara. Yep. Terrance and Tara are twins and I’m their triplet or third twin, as my parents say.

Harrington mansion was filled with colorful balloons and silk ribbons hanging from every corner. Today was the fourth birthday of Aiden, Lucas, and Sophia—Leon and Ana's triplets. The big house felt alive with children's laughter. Aiden, the eldest who looked most like Leon, ran through the corridors with a plastic toy car in his hand, followed by Lucas who was quieter but always smiling, and Sophia with her curly hair and big eyes like Ana's, sitting on her nanny's lap holding her favorite teddy bear.

She smiled and pulled down her sunglasses, so he could see that she meant it with every fiber of her being. “Mummy!” The triplets shouted at the same time as they ran to meet her. Mr. Brown gushed at how cute the triplets were. They were two girls and a boy, and it was hard to tell their differences since they were wearing identical outfits. “Oh my goodness! What are your names?” He laughed as they grabbed his hand in excitement. “My name is Jenna,” The girl declared proudly, and this is “Elena and Jaden.” “Awn, you're cute.” He complimented as they giggled and ran around him.

Vikramaditya leaned back into the leather seat of his private jet, the hum of the engines a steady reminder that he was already in motion, chasing shadows across continents. Mary’s words echoed in his mind like a haunting refrain—You are a father… of triplets. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, but disbelief clung to him like a second skin. Fatherhood had never been part of his carefully charted destiny, and yet here it was, demanding answers he could not ignore. Dharna held those answers, and finding her was more urgent than the storm of emotions threatening to consume him.

I'm all ready for birth, and I can go into labor anytime. I'm really scared about going into labor; I'm going to fuckig push a three-sized watermelon from my vigiana in one go. But I can't wait to meet my beloved babies. Also, I'm fucking tired of this pregnancy. Getting pregnant with triplets is hard, even for a female Lycan. Family and friends are coming here later to celebrate the kids' birthday. My grandpa, Belinda, and their cute baby Camilo Ruby and her mate Lucas with their new-born twin boys, Little Calvin and Little Romero

The night was thick, refusing to dissipate. The mountains stacked upon each other, with clusters of tree shadows concealed amidst the green waters and blue mountains, where a pure white building stood like a butterfly with spread wings, quietly nestled. The house had a particularly beautiful name: "Butterfly's Departure." Emily stood by the window, her exquisite appearance contrasting with her pale, paper-like complexion. Her eyes were filled with lifelessness, like a stagnant pool devoid of even the slightest ripple. In half an hour, she would die, and her heart would beat in another woman's body.

I shoved the papers aside and unrolled the map over the desk. The triplets' territory sat almost dead in the center of the problem areas. I traced the boundary line with one finger and thought about Aurelia, not softly, not like that, just the specific and irritating fact of her being inside that mansion right now. Surrounded by those three. She'd walked into the middle of a supernatural disaster and was probably, knowing her, unbothered by it. Probably better than fine. Good. Let them deal with her for once. "We should send more spies to the mansion," Aldric said. He was hovering by the doorway like he hadn't decided if he was allowed to be in the room.