Older Brother And Triplets Novels & Stories

“It stated with Carolyn and Jacob Watson. They were married and had eight children. Sorry I have to amend that. It was just found out they had ten children. David was the oldest. He and Carolyn had an incestual relationship that resulted in a set of identical triplets. The girls were all given the name Deanna. I married one of them. My wife couldn’t remember the others until today. They were not raised together. One of the triplets was killed when they were four. The other was raised along with these boys. David had another relationship with that Deanna, the one who was raised in the cellar of hell. That resulted in Dean. So Dean’s mother was also his sister. His father was his grandfather a

“Happy birthday Belle! Wake up now!” In the early morning, while I was still enjoying my late sleep, I heard my brother Brandon yelling in my ear. I moaned and covered my head with my pillow to try to get rid of him. "Go away! I'm trying to sleep!” I shouted through the pillow, even though I was sure that my voice came out choked. Shortly after, I heard Ryan, the eldest of the triplets, ask me in a teasing way:

"By lying? By making them grow up without a father? Do you know who I am? Do you know what I can give them? What they deserve?" He turned his gaze to the children, and his expression softened just a fraction, but his eyes were still hard. He walked slowly toward them, squatting down so he could be at their level. The triplets looked up at him, wide-eyed. They sensed the anger in the room, but they also felt a strange pull toward this man who looked just like them. "What are your names?" Draven asked, his voice slightly hoarse. "I'm Leo," the oldest said bravely, puffing out his chest. "I'm five."

Robert said as he carried his daughter while Lavender held her son's hand as they made their way into the house. "Reagan, come out and greet your older brother and sister." Lavender called out. Reagan sprinted down from the second floor at a lighting speed. After his mother and father left they said that they will be bringing him a surprise. After pestering his grandfather for a half a day, he finally learnt they were actually born triplets and the other two kids were with the Houston family. His grandfather did not want to hurt his feelings thus he did not reveal the exact reason why they were taken at birth.

How can he not be the father? "Well, Alex is a triplet. There's Aaron, the oldest, Alex in between, and Alistair, the youngest. Alistair is Marct's father." "They better be identical triplets, because for a second I thought I was looking at the same per-" "Never mind that," Ginger dismissed my mom. "You said there's three of them. Which one of them can I get? "I got options of the same face," she said, high-fiving with my mother, who's laughing hysterically.

his brother said, "I have to get to roots of the biological history of those triplets, bro, those kids are too sharp, I can't afford to leave them for any man," Jake said, "and If they are not yours?" his brother Inquired, "let me try my best to find out the paternity of those kids," Jake said, "I will advise you, leave the Issues of the triples, focus on your relationship with Valery, and continue with your wedding plans," his brother said,

All he wants to do is to protect her from all the bad guys out there. “Alejandro, Letty, our schoolmates are here. Let’s go and welcome them.” Now, that’s my Andre; the ever calm and composed mediator. This is such a beautiful sight to behold. I wish Angelo were here. My triplets turn three years old today, and we’re throwing them a simple birthday party with family and friends. Seeing them run around without a care for anything in the world, my heart blooms with inexplicable joy. They all fought with me, and we finally made it to this day.

He was the eldest triplet, Wynn was the youngest, and I was the middle child. Even as kids I didn’t need as much attention as the others. Whitt always was domineering while Wynn was reckless. And I? I wanted to be left alone. My parents were grateful that I didn’t need that much attention. They weren’t planning on having triplets. They just wanted one. But when we three came along they were happy but stressed. Money was always tight, but they did their best. And I always felt loved. I glanced at the digital clock on my dresser. It was time for me to go. I stood and stared at my brothers.

scolded Rozwell to his brother. My triplets are not identical, but Rozwell and Rockwell do have a striking resemblance. "You two, stop," Thalia told her brothers. I grinned. It really seems like my daughter is the eldest among the three. I went to Rozzean. My children lined up beside me, and I looked at them. "3...2...1!" "Happy birthday, Daddy! Happy birthday, Daddy!"

Vikramaditya leaned back into the leather seat of his private jet, the hum of the engines a steady reminder that he was already in motion, chasing shadows across continents. Mary’s words echoed in his mind like a haunting refrain—You are a father… of triplets. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, but disbelief clung to him like a second skin. Fatherhood had never been part of his carefully charted destiny, and yet here it was, demanding answers he could not ignore. Dharna held those answers, and finding her was more urgent than the storm of emotions threatening to consume him.