My Three Darlings Novel Novels & Stories

Finn asked with a curious look on his face. “Mama is busy. So now you three have to take another nap.” I put the triplets back on the bed and read them a storybook. Their eyes slowly closed by themselves. Triplets are the type of babies who sleep easily. I closed the fairy tale book and put it on the nightstand. Painstakingly, I covered the triplets' bodies up to their chins and kissed their foreheads.

"I do not care what you call me. But what I will not stand is you insulting my niece. Keep her name out of your mouth." Mara's eyes narrowed, and a mocking smile spread across her face. "Since when did you grow a backbone? Is it because you cannot accept what you are? A slut who spread her legs for three unknown wolves? I bet you terminated the pregnancy" She tilted her head, her smile turning cruel. "I wonder where those three men are now. They probably forgot you even exist. You were nothing to them. Just a warm body they used and discarded." I wished that were true. I wished I could forget them as easily as they had forgotten me. But the bond in my chest still pulsed, connecting me to thr

Joseph's POV We bought this apartment during our third year together. I oversaw the entire renovation myself, pouring my heart and soul into every corner, filling it with the future I had once envisioned for us. But now, all that warmth was gone, leaving behind nothing but hollow disappointment. I opened the closet, took out my clothes, folded them one by one, and packed them neatly into the suitcase I had prepared earlier. Then I moved to the study, gathered only my essential documents, and left everything else untouched.

The triplets—Darya, Vasily, and Yakov—who were only eight months old, were waking up. Noah and Lohan went to get them. When they returned, my heart swelled at the sight of the three chubby, sleepy little faces. Darya immediately reached her tiny arms out to me, and I took her, pressing her against my chest. Vasily went to Heros’s lap and Yakov to Zedekiah’s. We spent the entire afternoon with them. We played on the living room rug, gave them bottles, changed diapers, and rocked them when they got fussy. Seeing my five husbands — such powerful and dangerous men — completely melting over three tiny babies was one of the most beautiful sights of my life.

He slid down the column, slumping to the floor. "Deaf... it should have been fucking deaf a long time ago..." "This arrogant piece of shit... me... I didn't know anything..." The three men who had once ruled the underworld, who had stood tall and powerful, were now, all of them, broken because of me. Sylvia lay in a heap in the corner, shaking like a leaf. She watched as the three men who had once held her in the palm of their hands, who had prized her like a treasure, now broke themselves over me.

“I am not a multiple myself. I am the father . . . of triplets.” “God,” she whispered. “Dalia suggested that other innocents were involved . . . but I couldn’t be sure they weren’t associations . . . since Maya and I are both triplets.” “Dalia?” “Dalia is the name my parents were going to give her. She died at birth.” ***

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t

I watched his car fade into the distance and then murmured to the cab driver. "To the immigration office, please." I had my own affairs to sort out. I was done with the cycle of marrying and divorcing. I was not going to wait for Henry. I was going to leave San Nello behind for good, never to look back. After finishing the emigration paperwork, I dragged myself back to what used to be a home filled with warmth. Every nook and cranny of that place bore my touch, every decoration a testament to my care. Henry had once embraced me, his voice thick with emotion. "This is our sanctuary, our love nest. I won't let anyone invade our private world!"

(AUTHOR'S POV) THREE YEARS LATER… The sun beat down brightly on the massive, golden stone walls of the Dark Hearts Palace. The grand courtyard was filled with the sound of bright, high-pitched laughter and the frantic scuffling of tiny feet. Three little three-year-old girls were sprinting across the smooth grass, dragging a pile of colorful plush toys between them. They were the triplets, born right inside the palace walls, and each one was a perfect, wild reflection of their fathers: Danni, Destin, and Dew.

He came to my side and ran his fingers over my arm. “We can’t let this happen again,” he said. I nodded, it was about the only gesture I could manage. ~Ellie’s Point of View~ Over the next three weeks there were several times the triplets were supposed to visit, but things kept coming up. I hated to admit it, but I cried myself to sleep a few nights, missing them so badly. I even felt that when Sunny had her shift that maybe her wolf would unlock something in me, but it didn’t. I was beyond jealous, some nights the feelings were just too much. Loneliness, hopelessness.