Older Brother And Triplets Novels & Stories

The Triplet Alphas (Robert's POV). A good brother , I would always beat my chest and say... I always thought that as long as I followed my father’s rules, I was being a good big brother to my siblings. I wanted to make sure they looked up to me. Since I was the firstborn among us triplets, I felt it was my duty to be the best for them all. I wanted Reynold and Ronald to see me as their guide, a role model I guess.

We can full-on talk now? I guess. I shrugged. We'd been doing so since birth, but never this clearly. "Finally. I was beginning to think you left me here with some kinda weird replica of you," Hollyn said to Thane as his eyes fluttered open. A smile twitched on his lips. "They're not replicas. They're my brothers. We're triplets." "Oh, my stars. That's a lot of hotness." She lifted her hands to her cheeks. "You should probably be illegal."

His eyes flicked to me for a quick glance before he pulled away a cloth covering a painting. The air left my lungs. “These are…” I pointed, unable to tear my eyes away from the image. “They weren’t twins…” “No.” He growled, teeth grinding. “We were triplets. Raiker, the oldest. I’m the second. Klaus, the youngest.” “Why has no one ever mentioned the Supreme’s three sons?” I asked, still in shock, until I remembered the kettle whistling. “I’ll be right back. Sit down, please.”

People like Gertrude and her brother. We were very well into the cold dark of the night, and it seemed that the wind had chosen the worst time to finally accept cold into its waves. I gritted my teeth out of anger and also to chase away the cold, but it didn't do much to help. I felt useless and annoyed, because this was happening for the second time, and I had gotten fed up with always being subdued by others. I looked around, taking note of our surroundings. The triplets and I were placed between the cliffs and Gert and her brother, who stood conveniently behind us as they waited, discussing in low tones to each other. As though we wouldn't have been able to hear them either way.

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.

Although just five years old, they were quite aware of their mom's loneliness over the years. She had Master Fu and all the uncles at the guild but no matter what, she needed family. Their scummy dad was unreliable, but if Uncle Edward turned out to be their mom's twin brother, then she would have someone close to rely on. These were the thoughts of the triplets.

She asked him. Declan judged by the time they had and the amount of pressure he was under and decided that he couldn’t wait for all of that, “No, it's fine. We should be on our way Wren.” She agreed to him with a nod before they headed out of the house. They got into the car in an uncomfortable silence and closed the doors. The triplets were used to being in each other's vicinity but now that there was an extra who happened to be their sister also, they felt weird. They have never had any family members except their dad around them. No cousins or uncles because their father was the winner of the deadly triplet prophecy in their family.

Valentina interrupts. I do that. I show them my room. “Wow, it's beautiful” Gianna exclaims. “And classy” Valentina supports. “Seems your new stepfather is swimming in money” Gianna says. “I guess” I shrug my shoulders. “You haven't answered me. How did moving in go?” Gianna says. “Cool. But guess what girls??” “What??” They both exclaim. “I have three hot, handsome, sexy and identical triplets as my new step brothers” I blurt out.

I asked. “No one really.” “Huh?” I asked, confused.” “We’re triplets, all seventeen,” he said with a chuckle. “Technically, Sam is the oldest, then Kierra, then me.” “What’s it like growing up as one-third of a set of triplets?” “We’re pretty close, and my brother and sister are awesome, even if they can be annoying sometimes. Kierra is really bossy at times, and I swear Sam lives to embarrass me.” I laughed. “Yeah, siblings can be like that.”

I could smell myself and it wasn’t pretty. “We’re actually triplets, believe it or not. Hunter is the oldest, then me, and Skyler is the youngest,” he said, getting up to stand and taking a step toward the door. He looked … nervous? Did I make him nervous? I’d have to think about that later. Play it cool! “Triplets!! I’ve never seen triplets before,” I beamed, wondering where the rest of them were hiding. I wanted to see them all, line them up! My mind had to see them all to believe it.