Do The Sturniolo Triplets Have A Sister Novels & Stories

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. As the sun began to set on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the opulent ballroom of the Robert mansion, the three triplets stood side by side, their identical features a mirror image of each other. They had been invited to a lavish party at the mansion, but as they looked around at the grandeur of their surroundings, a sense of unease began to gnaw at them. One of the triplets, let's call him Michael, turned to his siblings with a furrowed brow. "Why are we here in another man's house and not with our father?" he asked

Giselle smiled at her mates. The triplets looked at each other and it felt like they were talking to each other with their eyes. “You say it!” Riven pushed Stefan towards Giselle. “You are the eldest”. Stefan pushed Kevin and hid behind. “You are the playboy!” Kevin and Riven pushed Stefan in front again. Finally, Kevin had to take the initiative, “Um. Giselle, we didn’t think we would say it like that” “But since you are going to be the mother of our kid, we can’t wait anymore” Riven added right after him.

Emilie snaps out from her reverie when she heard Emilia's voice, one of the triplets in the Albreicht family. "And we can see the way you look at Jayden. If looks can only kill, he would be dead by now." added her twin sister, Emma, while giving her a teasing look. Emilie, Emilia and Emma are Trizygotic or fraternal triplets. Emilie turns around to face her sisters. "I mean what's so special about him? Why are the girls getting all crazy about him?" she started whining. "Can't you see it for yourself? I mean look at him! He's handsome, he also got brains, he'z a good guy, and he's really cool!" Emilia pointed out, while rolling her eyes heavenward.

I pulled it down, flipping through the dusty pages until I found a group photo of the triplets' late parents. I pointed to the man in the center—the triplets' father. "Look at his eyes. Matthew has the exact same eyes. It’s uncanny." The seer leaned in, studying the old photograph, her face going entirely pale. "The eyes are a genetic blueprint, Soraya. If he has the same eyes, he isn't their uncle. He's a direct descendant." Before she could finish her thought, a violent jolt shot straight through my heart.

“You are only going to spoil her. Just leave it. Althea understands.” Pepper explained, while my eyes never left the three. The brothers did not complain when Althea made it uncomfortable for them. They only shifted a little bit to provide room for her. Her place within her brothers was magnified in that one act, and it completely blew my mind at how neatly integrated the three were. “They are triplets. They have a bond that is deeper.” Pepper explained. Feeling like a failure because I could not provide what my daughter wanted, I sighed and bid them goodnight.

he replied, motioning for him to keep moving forward. Conri's breath caught in his throat when his gaze landed on the newborns. "We have Double Shifters..." He trailed off, staring in disbelief at his beloved triplets. One of which yawned sleepily while snuggling comfortably into his brother's arms, nuzzling his face against his neck affectionately. His eyes sparkled brightly, and a broad smile spread across his handsome features.

It was interesting to get even that glimmer of insight into the brothers’ family. So their grandfather was from a set of identical triplets, just like them. I guess that means triplets run in their family. Unconsciously I found myself wondering if things became serious between us would we have multiples? Would I have babies with each of them? Would we even know which one was the father? I shook my head because that was just way too much to fathom right now. “So apparently, troublemaking Frost triplets are common in your family?” I asked, carefully sitting on the floor, mindful of my skirt. The trio chuckled and shrugged.

"For a Luna with multiple mates?" Clara shook her head. "Not common, but not unprecedented either. The last recorded case of triplets in a multi-mated Luna was nearly eighty years ago." She fixed me with a stern look. "It means you'll need extra care, extra nutrition, and absolutely no more spiritual projections until after they're born." "Triplets," Brent whispered, looking dazed. Then a slow grin spread across his face. "Three little pups." Liam moved closer, his scholarly expression giving way to wonder as he placed his hand next to Clara's on my stomach. "The goddess truly has blessed us."

“It is happening. And do you know what’s funny? Now we know you’re an impostor. After all... our brother’s Luna would be mated to him. So it wouldn’t be possible for her to be bonded with the three of us.” “My god... but how did I get bonded with all three of you?” “We’re triplets. We share the same soul, destined for a single mate. But...” he narrowed his eyes, puzzled, yet with a mischievous smile, “according to the prophecy, our mate would be someone special—someone we weren’t even supposed to have. So it shouldn’t be you.” “What do you mean? What prophecy?”

He gestured towards his brothers who stand up to flank him, their expressions still. Orfilia's eyes widened in surprise. "The—the Fuller brothers?" she screeched, her voice shaking with disbelief. She remembered hearing about the Fuller brothers, triplets who were notorious for being powerful werewolves with a strong pack. They were rumored to be ruthless and merciless, feared by humans and supernatural beings alike. The memory brought a sense of dread to Orfilia, realizing the dangerous situation she had found herself in. "You mean, the werewolf triplets?" Now that she realized this, she noticed the striking resemblance between all three of them.