Golden Trio Fanart Novels & Stories

She has already spent more than a month working with Tinder’s Corp., and luckily she has not bumped into Dan since. She wanted it to continue that way—just work and no Dan. Ella has been such a darling to her; even without a team, she already felt like she had one. They got closer by the day, and living in the same neighborhood also contributed to the friendship. Sarah dropped at the company’s entrance and waited for Ella to go park and join her. Just staring at the company’s logo was relaxing for her. She observed that the logo of Tinder's Corp featured bold, black lettering against a white background with a blue outline and an abstract symbol of a building.

"You don't get to choose one of us, Maddison. You belong to all three. And we won't stop until you beg for more." Maddison was the perfect wife, the one who sacrificed everything for her husband’s success. Her reward? Finding him in their own bed with her stepsister, laughing about how "boring" Maddison was. Broken and burning for revenge, Maddison decides that if he is going to ruin her life, she will destroy his entire empire. To do it, she needs the city's most ruthless men: the Blackwood triplets. Ethan, the cold-blooded CEO; Asher, the dangerous fixer; and Caleb, the charmingly twisted financial mastermind. Maddison offers them her ex-husband's company shares in exchange for thei

he asked, standing with his two brothers, who watched her with their arms crossed, showing all their imposing presence. “That... doesn’t matter,” she said, her voice hoarse but resolute. “I just need your help. Mate or not, it won’t interfere with my plans.” she warned, swallowing hard. The triplets kept staring at her, and Lana was sure they felt the same uncontrollable desire consuming her. She held firm, trying not to give in to the temptation of losing herself completely in those pulsing energies, but the heat in her chest was almost unbearable. “What are you trying to hide?” asked the triplet to her left, his voice thick with almost tangible desire.

The guardian’s eyes glowed brighter. SOUL. POWER. DESTINY. The chamber shook. Ash flinched as another crack on his arm sealed shut. Arthur’s grip tightened until it almost hurt. The guardian lowered its head. YOU THREE NOW STAND AS ONE. A TRIAD. THE FIRST IN A THOUSAND YEARS. My heart stopped. Arthur whispered, “A… triad?” Ash closed his eyes, voice trembling. “A three-fold bond. One heart shared between three people. One power source. One fate. If one of us falls—”

Two hundred and twelve dollars. That is all I have to my name. I moved to Miami to save my ruined journalism career. Instead, I ended up sweating inside a forty-pound foam hockey mascot suit just to pay my rent and keep my press credentials alive. Then came the home opener. One empty locker room. Three dangerously elite men. Lucian Voss, the ruthless head coach with eyes like ice. Gavin Steele, the heavily tattooed, quietly terrifying goalie. Zane Cole, the arrogant star forward with a lethal smile. It was supposed to be a catastrophic, one-time mistake. A lapse in judgment I could bury forever. But now, I am staring at a positive test. Triplets. I thought the pregnancy was

“ I want her in the game, I think she has more to show me. “ “ What about our preschooler, Yellow? “ Thane raised. “ She loves art. Simple, she remains, just until I discover who she is and why she intrigued me. “ Klein spoke. Thane chuckled, “ Maybe she could be your missing rib. “ “ I doubt it. “ “ And who do we crown the winner of round one? “ Thane asked. The triplets stared at eachother. “ I think we know who. “ They chorused. **************** “ I guarantee I will win this round, “ Dencia remarked. Payne eyed her, “ Who said so? That means you haven't met me. “ “ And what about you? “ Dencia asked Maria. Maria had no words to say, only prayers. The noise from the girls ended when the Ma

“Thanks, Higgins. Higgins, let me ask you something.” “Shoot.” “Are you a triplet?” His brow furrowed. “Yes, Barry, as a matter of fact I am.” “Did you know that Dianna is also a triplet?” Wrecked as his face was, it could not conceal the shadow that surfaced. “No, Barry. I did not know that.” His throat tightened, voice falling significantly in volume as he supplemented, “But I know Maya is . . . ” “What is this?” Ritter said. He held the needle aloft, a grotesque accent to the revelations happening.

“Not goddesses. Not vessels. Not destiny’s puppets.” Ares exhaled almost relief, almost fear. “Aria…” I reached for Clara with my free hand. She didn’t hesitate. Her fingers slid into mine, lightning soft as a sigh. “Ares,” I whispered, turning back to him. “Take my other hand.” He hesitated for one single heartbeat one single moment of fear and then he did. Gold wrapped over silver. Storm curled under gold. Silver threaded through storm. For the first time, the triad wasn’t a threat.

I touched Lena’s arm, and the three of us walked over to join them. The triptych was a masterpiece of composition. It was a study of the triad’s unique, polyamorous dynamic. The left panel showed Marco’s dexterous, silver-ringed fingers expertly tying a complex, beautiful harness made of crimson Shibari silk. The right panel showed Leo’s massive, immovable hands resting heavily, protectively over the harness, his thumbs pressing into the skin just beneath the collarbone. But it was the center panel that arrested the breath in my lungs.