Richard Thomas Triplets Now Novels & Stories

“Let me help carry it.” I met his warm, inviting eyes, my pulse thumping. He deserved the full story—about my kids, about John, about my life as Scott’s wife. “Liam,” I started, my voice a whisper, “there’s something from my past you need to know.” I paused, gathering my words. “I have triplets—Jace, Niko, and Rhea.” I looked up, watching for his reaction. His expression stayed calm, eyes fixed on mine, a gentle nod urging me to continue. His lips pressed together briefly, then relaxed, his attention fully on me, like every word I said mattered deeply.

“Happy birthday, Triplets!” Almost all the guests gave gifts to the triplets, but the gift they had been waiting for at the age of six was a trip to Twilight Pack. They reminded Meazus and Deanna of their promise to take them to Twilight Pack. Deanna and Meazuz sat on the sofa, while the triplets sat on the sofa across from them, begging to be taken to the Twilight Pack. “Yup! Tomorrow we will go to the Twilight Pack for the second blessing ceremony. You are not allowed to leave the Twilight Pack Palace without being accompanied by daddy or mommy.”

His hand rested on my thigh under the table, a constant anchor. “The triplets are real,” Rico said without preamble, sliding the file over. “Valeria had three more children she hid even from Dante and Bianca. Two brothers and a sister, all in their mid-twenties. Trained separately. The oldest, Viktor, is ex-special forces. The middle one, Nikolai, handles the money. The youngest, Katarina, is the strategist. They’re calling themselves the Shadow Triad. They’ve already recruited thirty men from the old loyalists and are promising to restore the ‘true Moretti bloodline.’”

"Yeah, well, life's full of disappointments, Ryan." "Wait," he uttered and stepped closer. "Sarah." I halted. "What do you want, Ryan?" "I just came to tell you," he uttered like he was offering some helpful tip. “Regina already moved out to a bigger apartment. So, you can go back to the old place now with Ashley and Sophia." I raised an eyebrow. "No thanks." I tried to walk past him, but his next words stopped me in my tracks. "Thought you should know... the triplets? They're not as perfect as they look, Sarah."

Armani kept the gun trained on the room, grin wide and feral. Theo took one step closer, voice dropping to a velvet murmur that somehow carried over every whimper and sob. “Did you really think you could disappear from us?” Riley’s back hit the counter. Nowhere left to run. Three sets of eyes—identical, merciless, possessive—pinned her in place. The triplets had come to collect what they believed still belonged to them. And this time… they weren’t asking.

"The trauma you sustained also affected one of the triplets you were carrying. Unfortunately, despite our best efforts, we were unable to save that baby, and surgery was necessary to remove the fetus…" My breath hitched. Triplets. I had been carrying triplets, a miracle I never dared to dream of, and now one was gone. A sob tore from my throat, a sound filled with such raw pain that it seemed to pulse through the sterile walls. It soon morphed into a series of wracking cries that made my body convulse as I gasped for air.

Luna nodded happily then they ate. When Sarah noticed that the people at Maximus’ table were standing up, she looked at them. She just shook her head because the triplets really looked like Maximus. ‘It’s impossible for Mr. Lim to be the father of the triplets.’ Sarah shook her head at what she was thinking. “It’s really impossible.” She said.

I said to myself as I ran my hands through my hair and watched the news. " You look hot though," Jenna said. " Earlier this week, this video of three adorable triplets - two boys and a girl, who sang an early Easter song at St Mary's orphanage in Philadelphia gained so much attention and this led to one netizen commenting that they looked like British billionaire twin CEOs Klyde and Kade Harold..." The reporter was saying, and my heart sank, it was them... My children! They weren't supposed to be in the public eye, ever! We had a deal for goodness’ sake!

I looked up. Troy. My stomach dropped so fast it took my breath with it. Everyone in the pack knew the history between Troy and the triplets — everyone knew what it had cost him when Alpha Jack chose Ryker over him for Beta. That bitterness had never remained buried; it resurfaced during training sessions, in bloody challenges, and as a hatred that had only grown sharper over time. And right now, looking at me, he was completely out of control. He shoved me before I could move. My back hit the lockers, cold metal biting into my spine, and pain cracked through me like a current. He closed the distance immediately, his hand gripping my face hard enough to bruise, fingers digging into my jaw, f

“I am excited to be your new leader from now on, I have to appreciate all of you that are here today and that witnessed the naming.” Right, I had been late for that. “The Warren brothers have come in representation of their father and the crimson colony pack as they will be crowned alphas in very little time from now. The silver thistle pack have decided to offer one of our own, Alma Dixon, as a treaty to them.” My ears pricked just as my eyes widened. He had clearly said my name. Clearly! Fear flowed down my back as my face squeezed into a horrified look. I'm being sold!