It Comes In Three’s Novels & Stories

He doesn’t seem like the type…but I’ve been wrong before. “It doesn’t matter,” I decided as I unlocked the faculty office door, deciding at that moment that I’d show my colleague exactly how professional I could be. Hanging my purse on a hook near the door, I tucked the ends of my scarf into my lab coat, grabbed my notebook from the corner of my desk and paused. Dr. Clark was wrong. There wasn't just one package, there were three.

His fingers curled around it…and lifted. The metal shifted against my hair, cool and solid, for a brief second, it caught in the strands, then it came free. The weight leaving felt heavier than it had ever felt resting there….s if something invisible had been torn away along with it. The night air touched the bare skin of my head, cool and unfamiliar. A murmur rippled through the crowd, not loud but enough to mark the moment. The triplets arrived together. Cyril at the center. Caleb on his right.

"There are just way too many attractions in Hormea. You won't be able to see it all in one trip." Kerrigan looked at me with increasing longing in her eyes. Soon after she left, Carl came to me, complaining. Day in, day out, he would give me angry stares, as if I had stolen something precious from him. I had no choice but to persuade him patiently. "At your age, it's best for you to find a partner your age in school." Unfortunately, he just refused to listen. All the while, I would have intimate sessions with Kerrigan on an almost daily basis. Eventually, we tried a variety of positions and styles, deepening my relationship with her.

Shelley claps her hands, and we get started. Another probably-bad idea underway. Things are supposed to come in threes, aren’t they? That’s only one more bad idea to go, then. I wonder what it will be.

"This will do the trick." It's deep cherry red.

His jaw is clenched and his eyes are narrowed in focus. “There,” he says, pushing the phone back into my hands. “Message this one instead.” I take the phone reluctantly, the unease is already crawling down my spine like ice water. Okay, I can do this. I glance at the screen, expecting another profile like the last, another man, another list, another sickly menu of desires. Only this one isn't, my breath catches and I stare. It's not just one man, it's three. The profile photo shows them sitting together in a high end hotel room. They’re all dressed in suits, their expressions too smug, too eager, with the kind of smiles that don’t reach the eyes.

I know, I have seen the both of them, Alpha Kelvin and Queen Aurora wearing the regalia, I have no idea if it is a single piece or clothings arranged together to have that look. Fiona’s eyes widen when my gaze lands on a particular spot. I walk forward and I reach out to the chair, different colors at least four are in the bag, the bag is sealed, white and transparent. I signify tearing the bag and Fiona nods so at least, now, I know, I’m not in the wrong to rip the bag apart. The regalias are all the same but with different colors so I’m heavily guessing each color for a particular day. I lay all of the regalia on the bed and I start pointing at each of them.

Candace said, picking up on their confusion. Jazzy waves down the staff and he walks over to them. “How may I help you today” The staff member asked. “How many of these guys do you currently have in stock?” Jazzy asks “You're looking at all we have, these things cost a fortune so there aren't a whole lot of people able to afford even one of them, much less three.” The guy replied. “Well we’ll take all three of them and put it on Sir. Eletrish’s newbie tab.” Jazzy replied

“But there isn’t exactly a large range. Huge quantity in every size and color, but it’s all the same basic design.” “The three of you will look like you’re in uniform, all matching,” she giggled at the mental image as she picked out some underwear for them, holding them up against Cameron’s arse for size. “Like the other Triquetra. What size? These right?” “Yeah,” he checked the tag and threw them into his trolley. “I think we are reaching the capacity of the vehicles,” Talen announced as he added a pile of clothing to Aislen’s trolley.

Not the normal brownish color, these were little capsules that were red and blue. I looked up at him. Narrowed my eyes. "These are different and why three?" "These are different because I'd like to preserve your stomach lining. Three because your legs are swollen from all the walking we did today. You can just take two, but professionally speaking, I think you can use the third. Especially if you have three events this weekend that you still want to appear for." I studied him. His face was open, honest, and direct. I couldn't wish for more. I took the pills from him. After I got them down the hatch, he pressed his lips to my hair. He leaned over the back of the couch and stole my tray.