Richard Thomas Triplets Now Novels & Stories

And then there were the little ones. Thomas and Tabitha, Torian and Riah's twins, were now ten and inseparable, currently trying to build a fort from garden cushions and old blankets with the single-minded focus of miniature architects. Thomas had his father's easy charm and his mother's fierce loyalty; Tabitha was the quiet one, the observer, already showing signs of the artist she'd become.

Eleven years later. It had been almost nineteen years since Thea and the triplets graduated. “How’s the latest pregnancy?” Alpha John Lyall of Full Moon pack said. Thea’s Uncle Jerry had passed the Alpha title to his son and Thea’s cousin, Alpha John Lyall, about fifteen years back. Thea and the triplets were on their monthly call with him to get an update on the east coast. “Oh, it’s finished. We had the pups last week,” Thea said. The triplets surrounded her, pressing their bodies against her and swaying like they were slow dancing. Their hands trailed sparks all over her body, and they each kissed their marks.

"And I have noticed that recently you two have started drifting away from each other... What's wrong with you guys?... You two don't want to work with each other at all... You two are twins, no one should be more comfortable with you other than Arthur." "We are triplets, Dad not twins... Have you seen Rosetta tagging along with us?" Oliver argued back. "And our birth condition doesn't define our lives... We are individuals despite being triplets... I am an individual and I don't want Arthur to interfere in deals which I am looking after." "Is that how you two are going to handle the business?" Damian asked in disbelief. "The whole knight empire is on your shoulders and you two don't even wan

CHAPTER TWO: THE ROYAL TRIPLETS NOLAN’S POV~ We the werewolves of the silent howl pack, far from Greenville town, were to throw a royal soiree for just royalties from the north. Our father; King Edwards, my mother, I, my brothers, and relatives were all seated at the royal dining table, about to eat dinner when my father decided to make an announcement. There was a lot of distinct chattering because the room was filled with werewolves of high prestige.

"And that was your first mistake, Jax. You triplets always think loyalty is guaranteed just because you wear a crown. Matthew pays better. It’s that simple." "Where is she?" Silas demanded, his voice shaking with a mix of rage and pure shock. He tried to push past me, but I threw my arm out, catching him in the chest. Silas was still bleeding from the realization that his secret meetings with Matthew had been a setup, and he was too emotional right now. He’d get himself killed. "She’s exactly where she needs to be," Kendrick said. He raised the transmitter to his lips, his eyes locked on mine. "Sir, the triplets bypassed the hallway squad. They’re at the Sub-Level 4 bulkhead right now."

They were interested in the bloodline. "The blind items are no longer blind, Dante," Elias Thorne said. He tapped a vintage fountain pen against the table, the sound like a metronome in the silence. Thorne was eighty, a relic of Silas’s era who viewed the company as a holy see and the family name as its scripture. "The Chronicle isn't naming her yet, but they’re talking about 'The Triplets in the Tower.' The market hates a vacuum, and right now, the vacuum is your personal life. It’s making the investors nervous."

But my pervert mates are more happy that once they shift the power to the kids they can take me to a honeymoon that includes going around the whole world , men I tell you . Ting Ting Ting The voice of the bell notified us of Qarinah's presence as everyone stood up in respect . The ceremony started and by the end of it Abir and Qarinah were marked and making their way to the room . As they exited Xavier as the oldest of the triplets made the announcement about the twins coronation held later this week and as if on a schedule we heard 2 growls from our kids . Everyone looked in their direction to see them holding a guy their age but he was pretty petite and I already was pitying the kid cause

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.

“Why a pregnant woman? Wouldn't it be wiser to hire someone more capable?” Constance smiled, staying calm. “I hired her for companionship, and her condition doesn't interfere with her caregiving abilities.” Ulrich continued questioning, “Do you know the father of the child?” Constance responded with a carefully crafted story, “The father of the triplets is an ordinary man named John. A great human, or rather, man, for Fierce.” Ulrich raised an eyebrow, directing his gaze to me. “Triplets?” I replied defiantly, “Any other questions you'd like to ask before leaving and reporting to Alastair?”

He asked, his voice hesitant as though he was doubting if he had heard it right. Luca's question took Katerina back and that's when she remembered that she hadn't told Lucas they're three. “Yes, them.” She confirmed what she had said earlier, the smile at the corner of her lips broadening when she saw the deep confusion on Luca's face. “They're three. Triplets. Arabella, Alexander and Asher.” Lucas felt as though his soul left his body when he heard Kate's words.