My Three Darlings Novel Novels & Stories

It was such an emotional rollercoaster, filled with awakening blissful ride, and the bonding of our two lovely couples- Xander and Jessie - as they surged through the circumstances that surrounds life together with their kids. This happened to be my third book on Goodnovel and I honestly can't believe it's me getting this much support. To everyone who sticked to this novel from the beginning to the end, I so much appreciate. I'm so glad to have each and every one of you and as good as this sounds, am happy I still have so much support even as I end this story. The journey from the beginning down towards the end is fascinating and I will say this- I don't regret bringing this novel out to the

What matters is that he is the key to their downfall. Sliding into the driver's seat of her car, a wicked smile curled on Sarah's lips. She had lived in their shadow long enough, watching them laugh and enjoying the life she should have lived. It was always them: Jayla, Jasmine, and Jade the perfect triplets, picture-perfect sisters with pretty faces and perfect lives. But they are not so perfect anymore, are they?

Linda was quiet. "I have been going over it all night," Emma continued. "What if Sarah delivered Triplets and someone helped her hide them? Because the way Alex responded to that girl was not the way children behave with strangers. It was recognition. It was the way you act when you already know someone and you are just relieved to have found them again." Linda moved to the edge of the bed and sat down. The room was quiet enough that Emma could hear the television from the living room, the low indistinct murmur of whatever her father had switched on now that the conversation out there was finished as far as he was concerned.

Sunshine Children’s Home was bustling with noise. Colorful banners were strung across the courtyard. Dorian and Summer, presented as a model philanthropic family, stood with Cody, preparing for a media interview. I avoided the front entrance and climbed over the iron fence into the back courtyard. It was damp and cold, thick with the smell of mildew. On a set of steps in the corner, I saw a little girl no older than three. She wore thin, worn-out clothes, shivering in the wind.

I reviewed every detail, ensuring that no trace of our life could be discovered, and that the children remained safe and oblivious to the threats lingering just beyond the walls. Even with the tension gnawing at me, I took a moment to appreciate the normalcy I had created. The triplets were thriving, Dante was growing into a responsible and thoughtful young boy, and Dahlia and Delaney were full of curiosity and joy. These small victories, these quiet mornings, were reminders of why I fought so hard to maintain our lives and our safety.

Of quiet nights when Ronan and I sit on the porch, holding hands, watching the stars and remembering how close we came to losing it all. I’m happy. Not the loud, screaming kind of happiness but the deep, quiet kind. The kind that settles in your bones and stays. I have a mate who fought for me when the whole world wanted to take me away. I have two beautiful children who fill every room with noise and love. I have friends, Mara visits every few months with stories from the island. Cole is like family now. Silas and Jerome still argue over who gets to spoil the kids more. Darius is gone. And every day I wake up grateful.

"That's right. But for tonight, how about I read you your favorite story? The one with the three little bears?" "Yes, we love that story!" "Alright, here we go. Once upon a time, in a faraway forest, there lived three little bears..." As she read the story, the triplets listened, their eyes growing heavy as they snuggled into their blankets. The wife's voice, soft and soothing, filled the room, creating a warm, comforting atmosphere. Ericka closed the storybook, looking at her triplets who were now fast asleep. She kissed each one of them goodnight, whispering, "Sweet dreams, my little ones. Daddy and I love you very much."

One year quickly passed leaving tons of questions and dramas, the TV adaptation of the first book of the three-part series is finally shown and it's immediately trended on social media. "Congratulations, Ms. Cela! You are now a certified blockbuster writer," Hyun said. "Thank you but I'm hardly a blockbuster writer so please stop saying that. Also, I don't want to hear those compliments that may lead to more work," Cela joked. "Got that," Hyun said. "But now you have no reason to decline blind dates and speed dating."

David, Darrel, and Derick’s Story David’s always hated the sense of being observed, hated waking up with the copper taste of an immortal dad’s expectations curdling against his tongue. But on this morning, he can’t ignore the gravity in the upstairs hall, the way his mother’s nervousness has turned every window into a barely-repressed shake. He’s eighteen, which in this house is more wedding-vow than birthday: shift or be shifted, Luna-blood or not. The triplets—a family joke, his mother called them, but only when she was tipsy—have lived this whole life knowing that the next one is scheduled for the sunrise of their legal adulthood. Even the sun, it seems, can’t stop itself from dragging it

When they finally left, the dust cloud they kicked up was the only thing Evelyn could breathe. Later that evening, she vented to Marla over beers and bonfire smoke behind the ranch house. “They showed up like they owned the place,” she hissed. “Triplets. Built like sin. One’s got tattoos and attitude, another looks like a tech god, and Damien—he just watches me like he already knows what I taste like.” Marla howled with laughter. “Girl, your life is a whole soap opera. Next thing you’ll tell me is they’re secret assassins.”