Sturniolo Triplets Fanfic Novels & Stories

By now, I was used to attention, but it still thrilled me in a strange, electric way. Then I saw the triplets. All three. They stood together like shadows of power and perfection, clad in black suits with golden bow ties. My chest tightened. Anger flared immediately, sharp and hot. How did we end up eating the same colour. Ugh. Before I could stew too long, Fenrir approached, looking dashing in a white suit that perfectly contrasted the triplets’ darkness. “You both look amazing,” he said. He offered his hand. Elera nodded eagerly. “Go ahead, Calla,” she whispered.

I was so mad! “Are you bluffing? I am her mate!” I snarled. “You cannot be her mate, it was me!” It seemed like he wasn’t surprised by what I just revealed. He remained looking at me as I continued gripping on his neck. And in a snap, Caled pushed me away to the nearest wall. He held onto my collar and his eyes flared into amber. “I’m sure Drake was also her mate,” he answered calmly. “What?” “That’s what triplets are, Spencer. It’s only natural, and you cannot change that. It was her who will choose between us.”

The triplets celebrated the next coronation with more violence than ceremony. There were no veiled threats from upstart packs this time; only a few battered envoys showed up, bearing token gifts and glaring from the edge of the property line. Elena let the triplets handle all the negotiations—Damon turning swagger into leverage, Devin smoothing over the bruises with practiced politeness, Declan playing artillery when metaphors fell short. The three of them, so different and so bound together, made her think of the roots under the old willow: tangled, impenetrable, quietly ensuring no one else would ever thrive within twenty yards.

“Sophie? What’s wrong?” “Wrong? No… not wrong. Right. Perfect. Amazing,” I said, fumbling for words. “We’re… I’m… we’re having… triplets.” The fog of sleep cleared from his eyes in an instant, replaced by disbelief and awe. “Triplets?” he asked, his voice low and reverent. I nodded, tears streaming freely now. “Three little girls. Aria, Arianna, and Arian. We… we did this, Lucian. All of it—our love, our life—it’s… it’s happening.”

She was trapped between them, surrounded by heat and hard muscle and the intoxicating scent of male desire. "One night," Dominic murmured, his thumb tracing her bottom lip. "We'll make it count." "By the time we're done with you," Dante said into her ear, his hands spanning her waist, "you won't remember your ex's name." "You'll only remember ours," Damien finished, his hips pressing against hers in a way that left no doubt about his arousal. The elevator doors opened onto a hallway lined with exclusive private rooms. But the triplets didn't stop at any of them. They led her to the end, where double doors opened into a space that stole her breath.

The hard-faced leader with the ability of a fortis began, “Callows. Get to it. How much longer?” The Callows were lycan triplets - Matthew, Nessa and Ourelia. Gifted and ambitious didn’t even begin to describe these three scientists, who shared a home lab since they were kids. Science fairs and competitions were for losers who wanted to waste time and potential on small-scaled successes that would be forgotten once the heat of the competition was over. The triplets had never aimed for anything less than world domination.

‘This can't be happening. Asher, Damien, and Mason—three identical brothers. And I was mated to the triplet Alphas..

“After getting to the pack, it seemed all my hopes had ended up being dashed against a tree. I thought I'll never be able to find myself a mate until this invitation.” “Wait, you mean you want to go?” “Oh you have no idea. I probably might find my mate over there, you know. You can never tell. Please let me come with you, Alana,” Rian cuddled up to me while blinking her eyes in a cute way. “If that's the case, then you can come with me.” I just cannot refuse that puppy look. “Should I tell you a secret, Alana?" “Sure, go ahead.” “I have the feeling that one of the triplets might end up being my mate.”

For the triplets. She'd never tried to reach the children's bond from this distance. She hadn't known if it would carry. But the thread was there — all three of them, warm and near in a way that had nothing to do with geography, the specific, unmistakable presence of people you were bone-deep connected to. Caius's small golden sparks. Stellan's silver shimmer. Auryn's steady, patient, blazing light. She gathered all of it — all five of them, herself and Ryder and three children who were eleven days old and already fighting — and she pushed.

He might put on an air of superiority in front of others, but I would never forget the time he came knocking on my door and promised to make things better. My heart filled with rage in an instant. Due to his treatment of me. For the mating bond he broke off abruptly and hurtfully, causing us both pain. I was shocked as Xander's lips twitched ever so little at the corner. "Sure, but the triplets have to come with me," he said, then eyed his brother lazily. "You can stay and be his mistress, Peony, but we both know the triplets belong to Blue Moon." "In your dreams!" I shouted. Xavier wrapped his arms around my waist, restraining me from jumping on Xander and clawing his shameless face.