Los Tres Hermanos Novels & Stories

In middle school, when classmates bullied me because my parents weren't around, Daniel rushed to school without hesitation, risking arrest to beat up those who tormented me. My awkward third brother, William, would study various recipes to cook for me, willingly enduring burns from hot oil on his hands. For many years while our parents were absent, my brothers were both siblings and parents to me as I grew up. Until I turned twelve, when I saw the Northern Lights on television. My brothers promised to take me to see them. We even booked the tickets. But the very next day, the news of our parents' sudden death shattered our plans and abruptly ended my happy life.

He's the youngest, but he is the third wealthiest member of the family. Harvey, Trudy, and Lucan are the holy trinity of this family. And I couldn't be more proud of them. Especially to my brother. I don't mind him surpassing me. This is not a competition, and ever since I entered the business world, everything that I do is for myself. Not for anyone; and not to use it as something to brag about.

Chase put his hands behind his back and said slowly, “You did so much just to lure me over, and here I thought you would've come up with something special.” As he spoke, he lifted his head to look at the men surrounding him and the three ancient martial artists. Shortly after, he shook his head in disdain. “This proves that I had overestimated you all.” The leading man among the ancient martial artists scoffed. “Kid, how dare you talk big before the Henderson Three?!” The brothers called themselves the Henderson Three, and they were ancient martial artists. They were famous in Jerriville for being ruthless, so no one ever dared to provoke them.

The three groups finally come to an agreement and they decide to keep their mind links open so as to be able to discreetly communicate with each other. The triplets and their driver kick off their journey towards the west, determined to find their mate and unknown to the rest, each one of the three brothers is fighting a silent battle. Their hearts are totally shattered and even though they don't feel any other pain, they are not at rest. They're all thinking about their mate and the bond they share.

Liam let out a soft laugh and playfully tousled my hair. "Selena, it's been ten years. You've grown distant from me!" I pretended to be annoyed and pushed his hand away. "Ugh, you've ruined my hair again!" It was as if we had been transported back to the days when the three of us were thick as thieves. Once my fever recovered, Liam stuck by my side, helping me pick up all the essentials I needed to get by.

They are indeed SIBLINGS but their love is not a FORBIDDEN LOVE. THE END. Hello everyone, thank you so much for reading this book. I hope you enjoyed it. I will like you to know that I have other stories here, I hope you can try them out to see if you love them. Thank you again :)

Now I let it buzz without listening to it. The world had already broken out by the time I got downstairs to join my brothers. Leo had his back against the couch and was happily looking through his phone. “You are trending sister. Top three worldwide. Serena Valehart Returns.’” He turned the screen toward me and was so excited that he looked like a kid who is proud to share a secret. There were big headlines on it that said things like "Lost Heiress Found, Valehart Brothers Welcome Their Sister, and From Forgotten Wife to Billion-Dollar Princess."

"I'll look after her. Don't worry about that." "That's exactly what I'm worried about. I have no fucking idea how Ciaran shares his mate with three other men," I replied under my breath. Their dynamic always astounded me. And now that I was in the same boat, I couldn't fathom how they weren't at each other's throats all the time.

Before graduation, my boyfriend, Ethan Johnson and I planned a cross-country road trip. My roommate, Juliet Miller, kindly offered to organize our itinerary. On departure day, her luggage sat in the front seat. Her phone was connected to the car console. The only bed bore a tag ‘Juliet’s Spot.’ Ethan patted my head with a casual smile. “Juliet gets carsick in the back. Be good and sleep on the roof tent.” Driving through the desert that night, they left me at a gas station to guard our gear while they shot stargazing videos. I waited until dawn. Then Juliet posted a photo in our group chat. She wore my jacket in the passenger seat. Ethan’s arm rested behind her chair. My parents