Richard Thomas Triplets Novels & Stories

“You’re not their father. You never were.” Michael’s jaw tightened. “Is this some kind of game? Are you just saying this to hurt me?” Rachel crossed her arms, her gaze unwavering. “I don’t have time for games, Michael. I’m telling you the truth because you need to hear it. The triplets aren’t yours.” Michael shook his head, his voice rising. “That doesn’t make sense. We were married, Rachel. We were together when you got pregnant!” “No, Michael,” Rachel replied, her tone icy. “We were barely together. You were too busy lying to my face and sneaking off with your secretary to notice that our marriage was already falling apart.”

The twins also looked exactly like the triplets when they were younger. "Roscoe, Dos and Tres look so much of you, Kraius. Quatro and Cinco got the shape of my face but still looks like you. Do you have a magic spell that cast on me? You know, it's a bit not fair," the woman said, hiding his nervousness.

“It’s not a befitting tribute for your uncle. A space on the wall? Ridiculous! Instead, I would dedicate a whole room to the hearts of these hunters. Kill them and bring me their hearts. Then and only then, would you be able to ascend the throne.” “Edward, you’re sending the triplets on a death mission!” My mum was not in accordance with my father’s wishes. “Oh for goodness sake Saloma! They’re werewolves!” My agitated father said while I and my brothers completed his statement saying, “Strong, mighty and fierce.” Then my father said, “You leave for school first thing at dawn. Be safe, and most of all, be smart.” He said all of this without looking at us in the eye. He knew it was a dangerou

Author's POV: Hudson who was observing the entire club couldn't help but ask James again, "Tell me more about this Triplets" he said. James chuckled over the soft music. "Well, there isn't anything much to know about them. But Let me tell you, Hudson," James began, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "The Triplets Alphas are not to be taken lightly. They are not only the strongest individuals in the country but also considered by many to be the most handsome. It's like they were blessed with both brawn and beauty."

“Oh? And why is that newsworthy?” “Because, my dear,” Thelma continued, clearly enjoying herself, “she’s not just carrying any child. She’s pregnant with triplets. Alpha heirs. True bloods.” The cup in my hand trembled slightly, but I quickly set it down. “Triplets,” I repeated, my voice tight. Thelma nodded, her eyes gleaming with delight. “Isn’t it remarkable? The entire pack is buzzing about it. Alpha Marcellus must be over the moon. Three true-blooded heirs. Can you imagine?”