Chris Sturniolo Triplets Novels & Stories

“Not how that works.” Still, as the months passed, excitement grew. The triplets, despite their typical teenage antics, were protective in their own ways—Daniella insisted on picking out baby clothes, Dante read every parenting book he could find, and Damian? Well, Damian made it his mission to talk to the baby every night, convinced he could teach them sarcasm before birth. But nothing prepared them for what came next. At the ultrasound appointment, the doctor smiled as she moved the wand across Rachel’s belly. Then, with a knowing look, she turned the screen toward them.

I stepped back, mortified. He shrugged and reclined on his chair. " I am David Skywalker." " Damian has a twin?!" My eyes popped in disbelief. " No. He is a triplet." A cold voice washed down my core and drove shivers up my spine. It would be hard to miss. Anywhere at all. After that night, I never imagined seeing him any where. Especially not here. I was too ashamed to turn. But with my face disfigured, I doubt he would recognize me. Well, I didn't see his face either. I just have to pretend —

How do I tell my kids that their favorite uncle has been lying to us all this while? I saw the way he smiled when I had just given birth to the triplets. He stared at them like they were his own. The nurses were even gushing at how lucky the kids were to have a father like him. At that point, I had wished that he was their father and Nathaniel wasn't. I harbored a deep hatred for him since he sent me out that night. “They are so small,” Liam said, watching them like they were some kind of wonder. I was also fascinated when I saw them. I didn't know that I could carry three of these little things.

The specific stillness that meant something had gone badly wrong and he was calculating the exact dimensions of it. "Lucian," Gavin said. Lucian turned the screen around. It was a text message. Sent to what I assumed was a private number because Lucian's expression said it should have been impossible to reach. The sender ID was blank, a string of zeros where a contact should have been. Three lines. I read them once and then read them again because my brain refused to process them on the first pass. THE PRESS WAS JUST THE APPETIZER. CONGRATULATIONS ON THE TRIPLETS.

He had a premonition that left him uneasy. Charlie Jr. was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. It was Stella calling. "Hey, I heard your brothers are back. Is that true?" Stella asked eagerly. Charlie Jr. hesitated for a moment but eventually confirmed it with a grunt. Stella's voice was filled with excitement as she inquired, "You're one of the triplets, right? Can you tell me more about them?" Charlie Jr. felt a little uneasy but pushed aside his discomfort and suggested, "Why don't I take you to meet them? What do you say?"

I was now a successful doctor, a testament to the power of perseverance and the belief in oneself. But my journey of triumph didn't end there. Alongside my professional accomplishments, I held another precious treasure close to my heart. The triplets, my boys, were a blessing that came unexpectedly but brought immeasurable joy. They represented the love and newfound happiness that blossomed when I chose to forge my own path.

Jace asked, kissing Ann's forehead gently. "Thanks for having babies for us," Jake said, kissing her right cheek. "We're so glad you're the mother of our children," Jax said, kissing Ann's left cheek. "Children? How many babies did I give birth to?" Ann asked curiously. Jax, Jace, and Jake took their babies carefully from the cot and showed it to Ann. "There are three babies, Ann. You gave birth to triplets. Triplets," Jake said, grinning widely.

Claudia added. After the triplets had finished speaking, they hurried to the car. The triplets could never allow their not-so-smart Uncle Brycen to ruin the moment for Molly and Sean to be alone. 'Uncle Brycen, sorry but not sorry. You have to endure Auntie Caitlyn's needle treatment for now. We promise to bring you along next time.' The triplets silently prayed for Brycen in their hearts. Molly could not hold her laugh at what the triplets did. She sympathized with Brycen because Caitlyn was his nemesis.

His hand rested on my thigh under the table, a constant anchor. “The triplets are real,” Rico said without preamble, sliding the file over. “Valeria had three more children she hid even from Dante and Bianca. Two brothers and a sister, all in their mid-twenties. Trained separately. The oldest, Viktor, is ex-special forces. The middle one, Nikolai, handles the money. The youngest, Katarina, is the strategist. They’re calling themselves the Shadow Triad. They’ve already recruited thirty men from the old loyalists and are promising to restore the ‘true Moretti bloodline.’”

"Mum already told you Dad is gone, so stop bothering her." Sarah’s expression softened as she listened to her son defend her. Five years ago, she had been naïve enough to believe her stepsister when she claimed she knew who the father of her baby was. Not only had Sarah wasted nine months in that house, but she had also lost her third baby and ended up giving birth to twins. Now, she had no interest in finding out who the man was. She reached out and gently patted both children. “It’s okay, kids. Now grab your suitcases. Let’s get moving.”