Long Lost Triplets Novels & Stories

"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.

The siblings were also waiting for the elevator to go upstairs. The two siblings were stunned when they saw the three identical children. "This, this, this..." Ellis pointed at the three identical children, surprised and speechless. Triplets? Amanda actually had triplets? She blinked her beautiful eyes, thinking she was seeing things. She looked again carefully. "They really are triplet brothers." She muttered to herself. "Amanda, are you a pig? You actually gave birth to triplets?" Ellis was surprised for a long time before she couldn't help but say.

“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

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."

Yet, aside from that, its also been 14 years since Antonio, Angelo, Vincent and Lucia all met their timely end. Shortly after that, about 8 months later, I finally gave birth to my cute identical twin boys. Elijah and Elis. Both now 14 and look exactly like their father. Lucus. Attitude and all. Then, about 4 years after that we all learned that we were about to have our first set of triplets. Each of them fraternal. And again, all boys. My triplets being Joshua, Jackson and Jayden. Each currently 10. And while I’m still shocked on how it happened; it turns out that Tony spawned Joshua while Grant spawned Jackson and Jayden. Talk about crazy. Again, I blame the super sperm.

I frowned and he sat up to look at me. "No Foxie I just want to..." "I could gain it back but it's just that it's been hard since giving birth to the triplets and..." "Triplets?" He whispered. Oh shit

I sped out of the parking lot, adrenaline pumping through my veins. Shit, shit, shit. It was only a matter of time before Ryder figured everything out. He would come for them. Not long after, I burst through the door of my apartment, my mind in a frenzy. “Mary! Iris! Andy! Get your bags!” I exclaimed, while getting up and down to drag the suitcases from the closet. Silence. My heart dropped into my stomach as dread crawled up to my face. My triplets weren’t here. “Goodness, where are they?”

So even if sex wasn’t really for the fun of it anymore we still did it. I couldn’t recount when last we did before the divorce but it hadn’t been all that long. Still…who would have thought it would be from then. What were the chances she wouldn’t have a miscarriage again? I’ve definitely got my answer. The triplets were proof. Then my mind darted to the boys. The first day I saw them. The look in their eyes, that striking resemblance. It would sound cliché but I always felt a pull towards them, right from the moment I saw Jayden. And learning he had brothers, there was a feeling I couldn’t explain.