Long Lost Triplets Novels & Stories

"I did my part, alright. I tried everything in my power to save you." "What did you do?" I whispered, but he didn't answer. "Kian, what the hell did you do?!" I yelled into his face. Kian's bedroom door swung open behind me, and he slowly lifted his gaze. I turned around and found three shadows looming in the corridor. My eyes widened when the Graves triplets appeared in the doorway. They shared the same face, but they each carried their own unique danger. First, there was Apollo, the eldest and feared leader. Ares, the second eldest, and the notorious sniper. And lastly, Atlas, the dangerous manipulator.

Three Months Long is a story set in Abuja, in predominantly two districts, Wuye and Jabi. Peter and Olivia are in love and want to have a future together. However, Olivia is older than Peter by a few years and already a graduate while Peter is still a freshman in the university . While Peter’s family is not perturbed about the difference in age and academics , Olivia’s family won't have any of it. Peter promises Olivia a forever love but will their love stand the stern test from their parents and the Nigerian society where it's expected for a man to be several years older than his partner? As the story unravels, love, fear, uncertainty, parental pressures determination, trust and values are

"The other two, what do you mean?" "Miss, you gave birth to triplets." The miss said. Lavender was shocked. She gave birth to triplets? She could not believe It. Then doesn't that means that Robert took two children with him and because this was announced dead at birth, they didn't care about him and immediately tossed him away. "How could they be so heartless?" "Hey, can you do me a favor?" Lavender looked at the nurse with sparkling eyes. If she had guessed correctly, the Houston's had no idea that the third baby had survived. If she could take him away, that would be brilliant.

Benjamin dove into another, with Brad and Howard at his heels. Benjamin’s breath shook, voice rough with excitement: “Three. There are three!” Brad, Howard: “…” Brad clutched his chest. “Could you have mistaken it? You only saw below the sunglasses.” He couldn’t believe Benjamin had that kind of fortune. Benjamin shot him a proud look, his tone iron-clad. “My son—do you think I’d mistake my own flesh and blood?” Neither man replied. Their silence was heavy with envy. Twins were already shocking. But triplets?

“You’re not their father. You never were.” Michael’s jaw tightened. “Is this some kind of game? Are you just saying this to hurt me?” Rachel crossed her arms, her gaze unwavering. “I don’t have time for games, Michael. I’m telling you the truth because you need to hear it. The triplets aren’t yours.” Michael shook his head, his voice rising. “That doesn’t make sense. We were married, Rachel. We were together when you got pregnant!” “No, Michael,” Rachel replied, her tone icy. “We were barely together. You were too busy lying to my face and sneaking off with your secretary to notice that our marriage was already falling apart.”

She paused for a moment to gauge the effect of her words, but I was so absorbed in their meaning, I hadn’t the ability to react in any sort of physical way. “However,” she continued, “in each of the rare documented instances of the underdeveloped ‘late triplet’—science in general had not come to the same conclusions Dr. Weiler had, writing off the abnormally long gestation periods as just that—the child had not survived. The doctor’s primary objective was to see one survive, and no ethical or moral consideration would stand in the way. As with his contemporary, Josef Mengele, the lives of his subjects were expendable, sacrifices to the end goal. The document did not go into specifics on the

"You remembered how her body fought so hard to hold unto your seeds? And that seed fought to be inside her. That was the night your Luna conceived. That was five months ago. Just got only you, she has three lives inside her. Your boys, your triplets" Don staggered at his foot. Lady Burgundy rushed and held unto him, the same time he found his footing but he let Lady Burgundy unto his arm as he watched Izzy reveal the things he doesn't know. "My babies? Triplets?? Unborn triplets?" His voice was hoarse. Both Izzy and Lady Burgundy nodded at the same time

Even though it was something to be happy about, the shock had hit me hard. “Tell me,” I said quietly. Zenith took a breath and said, “The year Ma'am Lessie left the city, she actually gave birth to triplets, not twins like everyone thinks.” My eyes widened in disbelief. “Triplets?” I almost lost it. Zenith nodded calmly. He had clearly processed the information already. “Keep going,” I said, trying to control my emotions. “No one knows about the third child, not even Ma'am Lessie,” he said.

They fight together in a puppy pile, wrestling and giggling with each other. All three boys are up and walking, both Demetrios and Calix are flying, and Brison is using two- and three-word phrases, though the other two are quickly catching up to him. Nine month old triplets are fucking exhausting. And just think, we’ll have another set of triplets in the matter of two months. Six kids under one. What the fuck were we thinking? Especially with two being demi-gods, two being Nephilim, and two being werewolves.

But I can't believe how much I love growing the babies inside me, either. "You are not going to carry full term." The doctor's eyes are serious, and I note that it's a beautiful light blue color, like a spring morning. "Full term would be forty weeks, right?" Alessandro asks, and I must say I'm impressed, I didn't think he would have the time to do some research. "Yes, with triplets, it is different. We will try to keep them inside for as long as possible, but sometimes there's just no room left for them to grow, and I will have to take them out."