Redhead Triplets Novels & Stories

When I opened my eyes again, I was shocked because now, I was peering up at three pairs of eyes, all of which belonged to Hades, Chad and Trent. What the hell was happening?

It was a sentiment they hadn't felt in years. The triplets experienced an unparalleled connection, surpassing anything they had ever known. A bond formed among them as they beheld Dirk's face, radiant in the night like the moon itself. Dirk's well-being was vital to their own. His life held profound significance. He was their mate, and nothing could alter that. Dirk would forever remain of utmost importance to them, even beyond death. Everything else could go to hell. They were a united front, a force to be reckoned with. No one and nothing would harm Dirk or tear him away from them again. In unison, the triplets took a deep breath and released it, their actions synchronized.

"No, sir. We were sorry for disturbing you but it is already time to do our job." My forehead creased hearing what he said through his British accent. It was the man who was tallest among the three, I look at the other two and was shocked when I figured that they almost looked exactly the same. "We're triplets," I blinked when the smallest one of them talked. "H-huh?" "Sorry, Madame, but your reaction says it all." "Oh," I blinked again and sighed, while Caleb chuckled and pulled me up to introduce me to the triplets; Homer, Holmes, and Holen. Caleb hired them to assist us with his live interview.

DAWN. "Dominic, Derick, and Devon Lopez popularly known as Triple D are the Three super charming and rich Triplets who are often the talk of the town and school." "With their mother as the President and Manager of several companies, lots of people desire to get closer to them knowing they are the inheritors to the empires" Brittany narrated and I felt a whirlpool of emotions flowing through me. Emotions I couldn't identify or figure out. I expected those three to be powerful but not that powerful and as a matter of fact, I didn't expect them to be triplets. I mean, they did look alike but being triplets didn't even occur to me in the slightest.

Ryder narrated, his eyes glued forward and not at me. "Since we are triplets, it's normal for us to get the same type of wolf. Callum and I got a black wolf," he explained and then he pressed his lips together "Max, got a mixed color, which is very much unusual. We are triplets, we were supposed to get the same type of wolves" he paused for a while with his eyes still glued in front of him "Dad had always warned us about it. He told us separately that the mixed wolf signified different blood. That it’ll cause problems in the future,”

She was a very special person to be able to do something like this. “If you check the map…” Lydia replied indefinitely. “I know you would be able to find your way around. All I want you to know is the fact that the triplets are always together. The moment you find one of them, the others are not far away. They will stick together no matter what happens!” I sighed. “I know very well that the triplets would be under close watch by Lady Beatrice’s people. If she wants to revolt, she would have placed the kids on close surveillance since she would need them in the future,” I told her carefully.

“There is no home for me there.” He grabbed my arm, his grip hard. “Stop being so childish. You’re coming home with me.” I wrenched free from him, but the force of my escape sent my shoulder bag crashing to the ground. Its contents scattered across the pavement—my phone, wallet, and a piece of family photo. Ryder’s eyes locked onto it. Before I could move, he bent down and picked it up, his eyes narrowing as he studied the faces of my triplets. “What is this?” His voice was low, dangerous. “Who are they?”

“My mind wanted to find your dress in the hall, but the nice lady wolf outside told my ears that your body was already back inside the furs, so my legs didn't venture very far.” My heart isn't overly concerned about the pups running off for a quick bathroom break, but the sudden, terrifying thought of his little face bumping directly into that brutal bastard Gali Blackmoor makes my blood run completely cold, my heartbeat leaping straight into my parched throat. If that dominant monster ever found out about my three hidden triplets’ existence in Myhill CrestHALL, what would his claws do to my life? My eyes glare down at his frame, my voice tinged with deep, trembling concern. “How could your

Draven looked up at her, his jaw set tight. "It’s the triplets," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "They just snuck out of the estate... and they took a private helicopter to follow us here." He looked at the beautiful, romantic villa, then back at her, a mix of frustration and amusement crossing his face. "It seems, Mrs. Blackwood," he sighed, though his eyes were filled with pride, "that our children have decided our honeymoon is far too boring without them. And they are landing in ten minutes."